With my nipple still in his mouth, his eyes lift to mine. Dark and dangerous and so full of want for me.
It makes my stomach flip.
His fingers slip between me, running over my clit. I’m crazy wet, and I’m not even embarrassed about it. I want him to know what he does to me. How much I want him.
His eyes flare at the feel of me. He releases my nipple from his mouth. “You’re soaked,” he rasps out.
My mouth kicks up. “Well, you’re kinda hot, and you turn me on.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Right back at ya, babe.”
Then, he slips a finger inside me, and all humor between us is gone.
“You’re so hot and tight.” His voice sounds ravaged with need.
“Kas…” I whimper, my nails digging into his arm.
Reading what I need, he starts to move his finger in and out, moving faster, fucking me with it. His thumb presses down on my clit, rubbing in circles over it. He licks his tongue over my nipple before sucking it back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks.
I’m writhing and panting, needing this and him and more, so much more.
Then, he’s leaving my breast and kissing his way down my body, shifting lower. His finger lodged inside me, he stills it and puts his mouth on me. His tongue sweeps over my clit, and I cry out.
My legs widen shamelessly. My fingers glide into his hair again, and I push the strands behind his ears.
His eyes momentarily lift to mine, and the look in them almost brings the orgasm out of me. I’ve never seen such a look of pure need and desire and want.
He licks and sucks on my clit, and he starts fucking me with his finger again, driving me higher and higher.
I’m clawing at the duvet, my toes curled in, my eyes closing, as I move my hips in rhythm with his tongue, and then…
“I’m coming!” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed.
Kas pins me down with his hands, his tongue mercilessly licking at my clit, until I’m wrung dry and begging for him to stop because I can’t take any more.
I blink my heavy eyes open, seeing Kas lift up from me. He pushes himself upright and rocks back onto his heels.
His mouth glistens with me. Eyes still on me, he runs his tongue over his lips before pressing the back of his hand to his mouth.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He looks so commanding up there, staring down at me with lust-filled black eyes.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he tells me in a gravelly voice.
“You imagined this?”
“Every damn night since the first day you stepped through my front door.”
“Well, you don’t need to imagine anymore. You can have me. I’m yours.”
I expect him to smile, but he doesn’t. His eyes just stay pinned to mine as his hand goes to his cock, and he starts stroking over it.
Okay, I take back what I said before. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He slowly jacks his hand up and down his cock, and I’m riveted.
I swallow roughly. “Is this what you did while imagining?”
“Yes.”
“And, in your imagination, what were you doing to me?”
“Fucking you hard while you screamed my name.”
Holy shit.
I think I just came again.
I love this side of him—confident and commanding. I wasn’t sure how things were going to be, but holy hell, Kas is full of surprises. Sexual surprises.
And I’m a lucky, lucky, girl.
Shivers erupt all over my skin, standing my hairs on end.
I drag my eyes up to his face and give him a cocky grin. “So, why are you all the way over there when you could be here”—I place my hand over myself—“fucking me hard and making me scream your name?”
I see his eyes flash, and then he’s on top of me. He grabs my hands and pins them over my head. His mouth is on mine, his erection pressed between my legs. I sigh against his lips.
This is what heaven feels like.
A sexy heaven. And a heaven I really want to be in. Or have his heaven inside me.
Jesus, Daisy, could you be any cornier right now?
His kisses are hot and dirty, and he’s practically fucking my mouth with his tongue.
Lifting my hips, I press myself against his cock, wanting his cock to be fucking me. At the angle, his cock slides between the lips of my pussy.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”
I press my hand to his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait. I need you, baby.”
His eyes flare at my endearment. Then, he’s moving away, off of me.
“Where are you going?” I stop him with my hand on his arm.
“Just getting a condom.”
“You have some?” I lift a brow.
His cheeks redden. “I bought some when you and I…” He meets my gaze head-on. “I wasn’t being presumptuous. Just…hopeful.”
His lips lift into a boyish grin, and I giggle.
Then, I hesitate, biting my lip. “I have the contraceptive implant. I had it done two years ago. It lasts for three years in total. I haven’t had sex for nearly two years. I’m clean. I’d used condoms before, but after, I got checked. So, you don’t have to use one, if you don’t want to. But I understand if you do.”
His gaze softens on me.
“I trust you.” He brushes his lips over mine. “And I’m clean, as you’ve probably guessed.”
“So, we’re going to—”
“Yeah, baby, we are.”
He moves his hand between our bodies and lines his cock up with my entrance, pushing against me. Then, he takes ahold of my hands, fingers linking with mine, pressing them into the pillow. Our eyes locked, he applies more pressure and slowly starts to push inside me.
“Oh God,” I breathe as he stretches and fills me.
His features are stretched, tightening, and his jaw is clenched so hard that it might shatter.
Then, when he’s all the way inside to the hilt, he pauses. He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s in pain, and I worry that this is too hard for him, that bad memories are invading and taking over. He brings his face down and rests his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.
I need him to move so badly, but I need him to be okay more.
I squeeze my fingers around his. “Kas,” I breathe.
His eyes open. I search his gaze, looking for anything to tell me that he’s okay.
“I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking good. I daren’t move.”
I laugh with relief.
His brows draw together.
And I’m quick to say, “I’m not laughing because of that. I’m relieved. I thought that maybe you were…struggling…” I allude.
Understanding flashes through his eyes. “I’m struggling not to come because you’re so fucking amazing.”
My smile widens. “I want you—whether it’s for two seconds—”
“I can last longer than two seconds,” he growls. “Give me some fucking credit.”
“You know what I meant. And stop arguing with me when you’re inside me.” I lift my face to his, softly pressing my lips over his. “Just move, Kas. Be with me, for however long that is. Then, be with me again. And again. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He stares down at me, emotion lining his eyes, lust filling them.
“Fuck me, Kas,” I whisper.
Those words seem to push him over the edge because he’s moving, pulling out to the hilt and slamming back in. Quick, short thrusts, getting faster and more intense. His hands grip mine to the point of almost pain.
“Daisy…I…Jesus…I…you wreck me. It’s you…it will only ever be you.”
Emotion clamps down hard on my chest. “You wreck me, too,” I whisper.
One of his hands leaves mine and cups my bum, lifting and
tilting me. He starts to move with wild abandon, thrusting in and out of me. Fucking me. Taking what he needs.
“Jesus, Daisy…fuck…I’m coming…” His mouth crashes back to mine. “I’m coming,” he breathes into me, his hips coming to rest against mine, jerking, as he comes inside me.
Thirty-Two
Kas stays inside me, his body trembling against mine. I run my hand over his back, tracing lazy patterns with my fingers, as he breathes heavily against my neck.
He lifts his head, looking me in the eyes.
“You okay?” I whisper.
He smiles, and I feel that smile everywhere.
“More than okay.” He presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. I’ll probably be a little sore, as it’s been a while, but it was totally worth it.” I press my hand to his cheek.
Taking ahold of my hand, he turns his face in and kisses my palm. “It was…amazing.” When he brings his eyes back to mine, the look in them is reverent.
“You sure?”
“Are you unsure?” he challenges, teasing in his eyes.
“No. I just…you haven’t since…” I trail off, leaving the words I don’t want to say hanging. “And I haven’t in two years, and I was never exactly a porn star in bed before that.”
Laughter bursts from him.
Even though I love the sound, it’s pissing me off right now.
“Hey!” I slap him on the arm.
“Sorry.” He gives me a sober laugh.
Then, he brushes his lips over mine. I keep them stubbornly closed for about two seconds before caving and kissing him back.
“This…you and me, together…is incredible. I’ve never known anything like what I just felt with you.”
I want to ask, Not even with Haley?
But I don’t want to bring her up and kill the mood, so I say nothing.
He must read something in my eyes because he says, “Haley and I were just kids. Sure, she wasn’t my first. I’d lost my virginity when I was fourteen with a girl who was a few years older than me, and I’d slept with a few girls that year before Haley and I got together. So, yeah, I had a little experience, but we were still young and didn’t have a clue what we were doing. I still don’t. And I should be the one worrying if I was good enough for you. I’ve never been in bed with a woman before you, Daisy.” His hand caresses my hip.
“Trust me”—I lift my head and brush my lips over his—“you definitely know what you’re doing.”
“I guess all those years of watching porn have finally paid off.”
It’s my turn to have laughter burst from me.
Kas wraps his arms around me and kisses me. “Let me just go clean up, and I’ll be back.” He brushes his nose over mine before kissing the tip of it, and then he pulls out of me.
I wince a little at the soreness, but I hate the loss of him inside me more.
“Could you bring me a cloth to clean up?” I ask.
“Sure.”
I watch him walk to the bathroom and sigh. He has a great butt. Really tight and firm. And those shoulders…drool.
Kas disappears inside. I hear running water. He’s not gone for long before he’s coming back with a washcloth in his hand.
I reach to take it from him, but he moves his hand away.
“Let me.” He presses the warm, damp cloth between my legs, gently cleaning me.
I watch him, amazed at the depths of my feelings for this man I referred to as Kas-hole.
“The first time I met you…I never thought we’d be here.”
He stops cleaning me and looks at me with tender eyes. “I’m glad we are.”
“Yeah, me, too,” I whisper as my heart bumps clumsily around in my chest.
“All clean?” He checks.
I nod.
He takes the cloth back to the bathroom. I climb in under the duvet. Kas returns and climbs into bed beside me. He wraps me in his arms, so we’re face-to-face.
He softly kisses me. I press my hand to his chest, touching his scars. I feel him tense.
“I don’t see them,” I whisper. “I don’t look at you and those scars independently. I just see you.”
“I see them,” he murmurs. “And I hate them.”
I slide my hand over his chest and around to his back. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he says, but his eyes don’t look sure.
But I have to ask, so I take a breath and start talking, “I mean, I think I understand why you didn’t want me to see the scars. Because of the way they make you feel about yourself, and you hate them. But then I remembered that day when I walked in on you and Jude sparring. Your back was to me, and you didn’t have a shirt on that day. You went and put one on before I saw anything, but obviously, you had been shirtless around Jude. So, why do you feel okay with him seeing them?”
His eyes close briefly before reopening. “Well, I didn’t want to have sex with Jude, for starters.” He gives me a slight smile. “And Jude knows everything that happened. He’s the only other person who does—aside from my parents and, of course, you.”
“How long have you known him?”
“We met at group therapy when we were eighteen. I was seeing a therapist, but he also ran a group session for people who were suffering with various types of PTSD. He thought it would be good for me to join his group. Jude was also a patient at the group session. We got to talking and just clicked. He was the one who got me into parkour.”
“What about MMA?”
“That was me. I wanted to be able to”—his eyes skim away from me—“defend myself and the people I care about. Jude came along with me and found that he liked it, too.”
“You’re a team.” I smile softly.
“Yeah.” His eyes find mine again. “He’s a good friend.”
I don’t ask why Jude was in therapy because it’s none of my business. I’m just glad that Kas has him in his life.
He’s silent for a moment, and then he says in a quiet voice, “I was afraid…for you to see me. I thought, if you saw the real me…then you wouldn’t want me.”
I press my hand to his face. “I really like the real you. It was Kas-hole that I wasn’t so keen on.”
He gives me a look of shock. I fight to hold back my laughter.
The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, and Kas is between my legs with his hands on my stomach, tickling me.
“No! Stop!” I squeal, trying but failing to wriggle out of his hold. “I’m really ticklish!” I gasp.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
He tickles me again, and I scream.
“Stop!” I’m panting for air because I’m laughing so hard.
And he’s laughing. The sound is beautiful, and it’s weaving itself around my thudding heart.
“I’m sorry!”
He pauses and looks up at me.
“I said, I’m sorry,” I pant.
“For?” He hovers a threatening hand over my stomach.
“For calling you Kas-hole.” I can’t help but grin when I say the name.
His smile mirrors mine. “You’re not really sorry, are you?”
Pressing my lips together, sealing my smile, I shake my head.
His eyes glitter with mischief.
In a flash, my arms are pinned at my sides, and his mouth is on my stomach.
Then, the bastard blows a raspberry.
“Argh!” I scream with laughter. “I’m sorry! I’ll never call you Kas-hole again!”
But, as soon as I say the name, the raspberry assault gets worse.
“Stop! I’ll pee myself!” I laugh, tears in my eyes.
I’m wriggling, trying to get free, but he’s so bloody strong.
“Okay!” I gasp. “I yield! I’ll never say the K-hole word again, I swear!”
He stops and lifts his head. “You yield?”
Something dark and dirty flashes in his eyes, making my belly flip. And that’s when I feel something lo
ng and hard pressing up against my leg.
He’s hard for me again.
“I yield,” I whisper breathily.
“So, that means you’re mine to do what I want with.”
I hold his eyes. Biting my lip, I nod my head.
He grazes his teeth over his lower lip. I shift restlessly.
“What do you want to do with me?” I ask on a hot whisper.
He moves lower, keeping my hands pinned by my sides, and he doesn’t answer with words. He answers by means of his tongue, pressing it against me, making me cry out in pleasure.
Thirty-Three
I can hear buzzing. For a moment, I think I’m back in prison, hearing the morning buzz that came right before my cell door would open, giving me that momentary freedom. The buzzing stops, but the click never comes.
And then I register the warm, hard body pressed against my back.
Kas.
Memories of last night flood my mind.
We had sex. Lots of sex. Insatiable, crazy, hot sex until we passed out in each other’s arms.
And, now, I’m here with his chest pressed up against my back. His legs tangled with mine. His arm slung around my waist. His hand possessively pressed against my stomach.
A smile lifts my lips. Happiness that I never thought I would ever feel spreads through me.
Then, I hear the buzzing again.
What is that?
Reluctantly, I move, turning in Kas’s arms, rousing him slightly. He lets out a sleepy groan as he rolls onto his back, pulling his arm from me.
I see his phone flashing and vibrating on the nightstand. I peer over a little further to see who’s calling. The display reads, Gate.
Gate?
It takes me a good few seconds to realize that it’s not someone called Gate, but that it’s actually someone buzzing at the main gates of the house.
Duh.
Instead of waking him, I decide to answer the call. I reach over and sweep up his phone. Pressing Accept, I say, “Hello?”
“Daisy, is that you? It’s Toby. I’m here for our appointment.”
Uh…Toby? Appointment!
Holy shit!
He rescheduled our appointment last week because he couldn’t make our usual day.
My probation officer is here. And I’m naked and in bed with Kas.
I’m so done for.
“Yes.” The word comes out sounding strangled. I clear my throat. “I’ll-I’ll buzz you in. Just give me a sex—I mean, sec! Give me a second.” I hang up the phone. “Kas!” I shake him.
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