“Your whole life, huh?”
I don’t know how he can undress me with his eyes when I’m barely wearing anything, but I swear he is. I feel flawless under his gaze. With his voice so low, so dangerous, he says, “Shit, this life, past lives, future lives—all of them, Jaylin. You’re absolutely stunning.”
My lips start to curve into a grin, but then his mouth is there, drawing the kisses out of me with such beautiful need. He cups my breasts in his hands, squeezing them before running his palms down my waist to my hips. I stroke my fingers down his back, catching his shirt to bring it up and pull it over his head. Once he’s free of the shirt, he takes me by my hips, bringing me hard and fast against his thighs as he ogles me. “I want to do so many things to you, but all of them need more stamina than I have right now.”
I snort as I trace my fingers along his pecs and the number of abs that I can’t count at this moment because my vision is a little shaky from how hard my heart is beating. I arch my back so that I press hard against him and give him one hell of a view. “Do whatever you want.”
“Whatever?” he asks with a gleam in those dark eyes.
“I’m yours.” I don’t know if I’ve lost my damn mind. If I’m so deep in my need for him that I’m not thinking correctly. Or if those words are my truth. Either way, something shifts in his eyes, and it’s not sexual at all. It’s sweet and full of appreciation for me. Maybe even love and that little something that makes me feel like I’m flying. A smirk moves across his lips, and then he lifts me, placing me on the coffee table.
He drops to his knees, parting my legs completely before dropping his mouth to me. He sucks my pussy between his lips, and I cry out, arching into his mouth as I cup my breasts. He holds my thighs open as his tongue glides up my slit and back down, ever so slowly. He isn’t even anywhere near my clit, but I feel my orgasm building. I feel it at the tips of my toes and my fingers. I feel him everywhere. He licks, nibbles, and takes his time on just my lips before he opens me and devours me fully and with no warning whatsoever. I dig my heels into his shoulders, arching way up off the table so he can suck me farther into that risqué mouth of his. I know I am playing with fire, because when I come, I’m going to come super hard. But I don’t care. I need it. I need him. I start to ride his mouth, grinding my pussy against his lips. He hasn’t shaved, and it feels glorious against me. I’m almost there, I’m about to break, but he stops.
Just stops.
I gawk at him, sucking in air as if the next breath won’t come, and he laughs.
“Fucking ass,” I accuse, and he grins down at me as he removes his pants, kicking them to the side.
“I won’t apologize for wanting you to come all over my cock.”
“Oh my,” I say, licking my lips. “I love it when you say ‘cock.’”
He grins as he cups my center. “Sweetheart, I love your pussy.”
I can’t breathe. After putting on a condom, he picks me up and puts me back on the couch, entering me effortlessly. Completely. He’s so hard, so thick inside me, and I squeeze him as he thrusts into me and then back out, repeating the motion as he positions my legs the way he wants. One up against his chest, the other held in his hand at the back of my knee, pressing into the couch. I’m open and exposed, and he doesn’t hold back. He pounds into me, hard and without restraint. I watch him, in awe, as my blood tingles in my body. I feel like I’m going numb everywhere except my pussy where his cock clobbers me just right. I love how hard he goes; I love how his eyes devour me as his body does. I love it. I love how he makes love to me.
When he sits back on his haunches, my thighs against his as he holds me in place by my hip, I cry out at the different sensation of his cock inside me. But no sound comes out when he finds my clit with his thumb. He presses into me hard as I grip the couch, sucking in breath after breath as he fucks and fingers me at the same time. It’s all too much, too incredible, and when I come, I come so hard, I can’t see. I squeeze my eyes shut, spasming around him. I am only barely holding on. I grip his wrist and the couch as he pounds harder and harder into me. When he roars, his cock throbbing inside me as he stills, I squeeze him as tight as I can to further his orgasm. His fingers bite into my skin as he grunts, his thrusts slowing before he stills completely. When I open my eyes, his head is tilted back as he sucks in air, and sweat drips down that astonishing chest of his. I’m in awe of him, so totally taken by him that when he drops his head so his eyes meet mine, I can only stare.
Kirby’s lips curve, and he pulls me up into his chest before holding me close to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his jaw as he nuzzles his nose in my hair. Our heartbeats slow together as we both try to regulate our breathing. He glides his lips along my temple, looking for my mouth, so I turn to meet his lips in a heated fury. My whole body is trembling, and the way I feel is indescribable. He presses his forehead into mine, and I open my eyes to meet his. They’re so soft, so sweet, and everything inside me feels like it’s flying.
“I had a really bad day,” he admits, his eyes searching mine. “But like always, you change it with just a look.”
I cup his jaw, running my thumb over his bottom lip. “I had a pretty great day, but you… Oh Kirby, I can’t even.”
He grins, trapping my thumb with his teeth. Around my thumb, he says, “I don’t want you to leave.”
My stomach clenches, and my heart nearly stops as I gaze into this man’s gorgeous eyes. “I don’t want to, but—”
“Stay. Let me love you all night.”
Oh my heart. Oh my fear. Oh my fucking everything. I try to catch my breath, and then I find myself nodding. “Don’t be mad if I can’t.”
He kisses my thumb. “What if we come stay with you?” My lips curve, and I can’t with how supportive he is. “Show you it’s fun to sleep with me.”
He wants so badly for me to be here. “It isn’t that I don’t want to sleep with you, Kirby. It’s the fear of not being in my bed, in my safe haven.”
Kirby’s eyes burn into mine, and in a low, sexy tone, he whispers, “Let me be your safe haven.”
Oh my God. I want that. I do, but it scares the shit out of me. As I gaze into his eyes, though, I don’t know how to tell him that. I don’t know how to get out of this. I don’t know if I can. I don’t even know if I want to. So, without answering, I capture his mouth with mine, kissing him hard and with gusto in the hope it’ll distract him until I figure out how to sleep with him, in his house.
I don’t want to lose him.
I want him to be my safe haven.
I just don’t know how to let that happen, to give away that control. This is why I was terrified to get into a relationship, especially with someone as amazing as Kirby.
Problem is, I’m here. And now, I’ve gotta figure it out.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kirby
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I can tell Jaylin is nervous.
I shouldn’t have asked her to stay. I said I wouldn’t. I said I’d go at her speed, but after what happened on the couch, I don’t want her to leave. Ever. She brought a bag; I know it was mainly to change out of that “fuck me stupid” outfit she came over in. Good God, those pieces of lace were downright sinful, and if I didn’t have a little one here, I would ask Jaylin to wear that thing all day.