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“What happened to them?”
I bit my lip to keep my smile somewhat in check. “I threw them against the wall.”
He chuckled. “Of course you did.”
I caught the tail end of his laugh with my lips. “Gods, do I love that sound.”
Kost sighed and dragged his fingers down my chest, halting at the waistband of my trousers. It was the one thing he had yet to take off. My breath hitched as his eyes met mine, and then his fingers tugged at buttons. I felt them come undone at the same time Kost’s breath quickened against my neck.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he stopped me in my tracks. “I want this. Do you?”
The question sent a tremor of panic racing through his stare, and his fingers paused.
I rolled over so I was positioned on top of him, arms braced on either side of his head. “Yes. Gods, Kost, I want it. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Heat and lust filled Kost’s gaze as he looked up at me from his back, and he pulled my face to his. My lips parted for his demanding tongue, and I gave in to the sensation of him entirely. His hands racing down my back and then anchoring into my hips. The insistent need swelling between us as our bodies instinctively ground against each other. The broken, breathy exhales and moans. The taste of salt—of him—on my tongue as I peppered his neck and collarbone with kisses. I only paused long enough to fully remove my pants so that there was nothing left between us.Nothing at all.No clothes. No unspoken truths. No fears. Just us. My breath hitched at thevisceral intensity of his stare. I’d never seen anything like it in my entire life. And that look was solely for me. I slanted my lips over his so as not to say something too disastrous too soon. We’d pent up so many feelings for so long I wasn’t sure what was right and what was wrong. Still, I knew in my soul that I’d fallen in love with him ages ago—and never fell out of it.
For now, though, this was enough.
Breaking our kiss, I explored his chest and stomach with my tongue. His quiet, strangled groans filled me with want, and I paused at his strained cock. A bead of moisture had pearled at the tip, and I ghosted my fingers along its length.
He twitched in response. “Fuck.”
His rare, breathy curse only made my arousal more intense. But just as my slow perusal of his body, I wanted him to feel my devotion with every touch. This wouldn’t be a one-time thing. This was a forever thing. Slowly, I ran my tongue along him until I reached the tip. And then I took him fully inside my mouth.
With another delicious curse, he bucked into me and I was forced to pin his waist in place with my arm. I sucked deeply, moving without really thinking. And he watched it all with hazy, wanton eyes and parted lips. The sight undid me, and I dropped a hand to my cock. Already slick with my own desire, I stroked in time with the thrusts of his hips.
“Gaige,” he gasped as he snaked his hands through my hair, “I want…”
I pulled away for a moment, and my mind cursed at me for abandoning the sensation of his hardened length in my mouth. “Tell me.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, the light of the candle catching on the glistening beads of sweat across his chest. A sinful blush colored his cheeks. I knew he struggled with intimacy, and voicing this carnal want would be hard. But I wouldn’t proceed withoutit. I wanted to know that he was comfortable. Secure. Anything less, and I’d pull back. We had an eternity to figure this out together.
“I want you inside me.”
My heart hammered in my throat. “Okay.”
“It’s…it’s been a while.” His blush deepened, and I reached up to brush my thumb along his cheek.
“We can wait.”
He chewed on his lip. The action was so out of character for him, so unbelievably vulnerable and honest. I knew that I’d never have the strength to deny his request when he wanted me so earnestly, and seeing his reaction only deepened the insatiable throb in my groin.
“Hold on.”
I left him strewn on the bed in all his naked glory and stole a throw blanket from the basket by the dresser. Wrapping it around my waist, I poked my head out of the door to thankfully find the house quiet and made a beeline for my bag on the couch. Digging around in the smallest pocket, I extracted a small jar of lubricant and hurried back to the bedroom.
I stilled in the doorway, unable to get enough of the sight of Kost naked. It was torture to wait when I knew he wanted me inside him, but I was committed to searing this magnificent image of him into my mind forever.
When I could hold out no longer, I strode across the room to clamber over him. All at once my mouth was on him again, my hands traveling the length of his body as if the mere minutes we’d spent apart had been an eternity. Kost responded the same, and he gave a forceful tug on my hair to expose my neck. He nipped at my skin before dragging his mouth to mine and snaring my bottom lip.
I struggled to keep my desires in check. A deep ache filled me to the brim as he repositioned himself with his back to my chest. Yet, asmuch as he clearly wanted it, I knew we’d need to be slow. Gentle. Leaning over, I started by kissing the space where his neck and shoulder met. Then, down the length of his spine. Minutes dragged by in time to his blissful exhales of pleasure. When I reached his hips, I lathered two fingers into the slick lubricant and teased his crease. He shivered in response, so I lingered there for a moment while continuing to worship his body with my tongue. He pressed into my dawdling fingers, and I allowed one small touch. One soft circle of his rim. His sinful moan almost did me in.
“Please.” It was a breathless question full of lust, and I didn’t have the strength to deny him. Nor did I want to. I slipped my other hand around his waist to grasp his cock as I slid one finger in. Kost tensed around me, and I waited for him to adjust. I didn’t care if it took us all night. Just watching him twist and tremble beneath me, hearing his raw and carnal reactions, was pleasure enough. When he began to rock into me, I resumed the steady pump of my fist over his cock. We moved like that for minutes, hours, I didn’t know. I’d coax another finger in, allow for him to relax, and then start up again. It was torturous. It was wondrous. It was perfect.
At one point, Kost settled into my fingers and arced his back, glancing over his shoulder and spearing me with a heated look. He dragged his fingers over my lips before cupping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.
He whispered against my lips, “I want you, Gaige. I’m ready.”
