“How did I miss this?” he mutters with a head shake. The question seems rhetorical, and I’d like to leave the answer where it’s lying on the floor on the other side of the room.
“You look fucking incredible.” He bites his bottom lip. “When did you have time to make this?”
I tug at the hem brushing the top of my thighs and do a little twirl. “I made it yesterday.”
“So that’s what you were busy with?” His gaze roves over me hotly. “Will you spin again for me? But not so fast this time?”
I turn slowly, giving him my back. The top is lacy, with a thin band of satin attaching a sheer mesh flowing train embellished at the hem with another band of lavender satin and dark purple lace. An inch of the curve of my bottom is exposed, and the sheer fabric allows the dark purple thong to peek through.
He makes a sound that’s part groan and part growl.
I look over my shoulder, giving him a coy smile. “You like it, then?”
“I love it. And you.” His fingers slide under the material, and he grips my waist, carrying me across the room to the bed. He turns and sits on the edge, moving me to straddle him as he shimmies back until his head rests on the pillows.
He takes my face between his palms and kisses me softly, slowly. And I’m relieved that my lingerie has proven to be exactly the distraction he needs. “What about the blowy?” I ask around his tongue.
“Later. Maybe. First I want to be inside you.”
After the long night of deprivation, I half expect him to devour me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he breaks the kiss and takes his time running his fingers over the delicate lace and satin, trailing along the edge of the bra to the small bow tied between my breasts. His fingertips drift along my stomach, past my navel to the lacy panties. I made them too, although they’re finicky as hell and a lot of work for some tiny scraps of fabric and lace.
Still, Kodiak seems to appreciate my efforts, so it’s worth the hours spent on the sewing machine.
He drops his head and presses his face into my cleavage, then turns to bite the exposed swell. He opens his mouth over my lace-covered nipple and sucks gently. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, pushing it back off his forehead and gripping the satiny strands in my fingers. I drop my own head, breathing in the scent of his shampoo as he groans his appreciation and murmurs about wanting to sleep on my tits.
While he kisses and nuzzles, his hands roam over my curves. While he touches and caresses, I wrap my hand around his thick erection and brush my thumb over the head on my stroke up, dragging the wetness from the tip down the shaft. We get lost in making out, the feel of each other, and the building desire to connect in the most intimate of ways.
He doesn’t take off my negligee. Instead, I shimmy out of my panties and toss them over the edge of the bed. I straddle his thighs and slide forward, my breasts pressed against his chest. Kodiak plucks a condom from the nightstand, and I take it from him. Tearing the foil wrapper open and freeing the latex ring. He grips his erection in his fist, and I roll it down his length. Our foreheads meet, both of us looking down between us as he slides the head of his cock between my lips—the lower ones—and over my clit. I roll my hips, in love with the anticipation as much as the actual act of sex. Eventually he slides low and nudges my entrance. I sink down slowly, taking him inside inch by delicious inch until my ass rests on his thighs.
I let my eyes fall closed for a moment, reveling in the fullness and how good it always feels to be connected to him in this way. I allow my eyes to flutter open and meet his. I feel him, not just inside my body, but in my heart and more deeply, twined with my soul.
Sex with Kodiak is more than just physical. When we’re like this, I feel everything he feels: the headiness of desire, the struggle to stay in control, the nearly painful draw we have to each other. Lust expands and sweeps over me as we move together and find a steady rhythm. It only takes minutes for me to clench around him, and then he flips me over and pushes up on one arm, his hips pumping, strokes faltering as he gets closer to his own orgasm.
“I love you more than life,” he murmurs.
“I love you more than words,” I whisper back.
He pushes in one last time, as deep as he can, and his eyes roll up briefly before they return to mine.
I stroke his cheek as he shudders, cock throbbing inside me.
He claims my mouth, tongue slipping inside for a few drugging, languorous sweeps before he pulls back and brushes the tip of his nose against mine. “This is our first New Year’s together since we were kids.”
“It is,” I agree. When we were young, our families used to get together every New Year’s, and all of us kids would hang out, watch movies, and play games just like we did tonight. But for a handful of years, Kodiak disappeared from those events. Because of me. Because he was afraid of the damage he thought he was doing to me.
Until I reconstructed myself and he did the same, and we found our way back to each other. Stronger and so much better prepared to love in the way that soul mates do.
With our whole hearts.
Want more of these two?
You can read their love story in LITTLE LIES
Read Kodiak’s parent’s love story in A Lie for a Lie, the first book in my All in Series
Read all about the banana costumes and all the other weird stuff Lavender’s parents get up to in Pucked, the first standalone in my Pucked Series.
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Other Titles by Helena Hunting
PUCKED SERIES
Pucked (Pucked #1)
Pucked Up (Pucked #2)
Pucked Over (Pucked #3)
Forever Pucked (Pucked #4)
Pucked Under (Pucked #5)
Pucked Off (Pucked #6)
Pucked Love (Pucked #7)
AREA 51: Deleted Scenes & Outtakes
Get Inked
Pucks & Penalties
All IN SERIES
A Lie for a Lie
A Favor for a Favor
A Secret for a Secret
A Kiss for a Kiss
LAKESIDE SERIES
Love Next Door
Love on the Lake
SHAKING UP SERIES
Shacking Up
Getting Down (Novella)
Hooking Up
I Flipping Love You
Making Up
Handle With Care
THE CLIPPED WINGS SERIES
Cupcakes and Ink
Clipped Wings
Between the Cracks
Inked Armor
Cracks in the Armor
Fractures in Ink
STANDALONES
The Librarian Principle
Felony Ever After
When Sparks Fly
Starry-Eyed Love
Little Lies (writing as H. Hunting)
FOREVER ROMANCE STANDALONES
The Good Luck Charm
Meet Cute