Her eyes followed my every action. Her eyelids were heavy with what I now recognized as desire. She didn’t shift her position, her legs remained splayed, the nightgown bunched up revealing her. I swallowed.
“Perfection,” I said with a raspy voice.
I rested one hand on each knee and slowly slid them to the top of her thighs. My thumbs met at her core, finding it hot and soaking wet.
“Did you get wet from playing?” I asked.
She shook her head. Her skin flushed from her chest to her cheeks. “From you watching me.”
As she spoke the thin silk strap of her nightgown finally fell down and her breast was exposed. She sucked in her bottom lip. I leaned forward and blew gently on her nipple until it pebbled. My tongue flicked out to caress it once, while my thumbs continued to rub in soft circles.
“You like when I watch you?” I asked in a deep rumbling voice, already knowing everything.
I let one of my thumbs slide under the fabric of her underwear, meeting the slickness and swirling it around.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
“I like watching you. I liked making you come too.”
She didn’t speak, only ground against my thumb until I slipped inside her, just enough to tease. She inhaled sharply.
“I liked it when you were in my bed too,” I said. “How we woke up with each other.”
Her eyes shot open with shock as I pushed my thumb fully into her. As she gasped, I felt her flex around me.
“I was so embarrassed.” Her cheeks burned bright, and her hands gripped the chair at her sides.
“Our bodies knew what we wanted before we did. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since that night.”
“Me too. I felt guilty, though. Dirty,” she whispered.
With that word, dirty, heat flashed through me. I was on fire. I needed more from her. Her skin was flushed as she writhed again, unable to keep still.
“There was nothing to feel guilty about,” I said.
I lowered my mouth back to her breast and sucked on her.
“God, the things I have thought about since that night.” I broke away to say, “Since you saw me naked. How many times I’ve thought about …”
I shifted to suck on her other breast. I was so turned on I was about to fucking burst. The dirty talk was obviously working for her, but I didn’t want her to hear the truth behind it. I still didn’t think she was ready.
“Tell me,” she gasped out. “Tell me what you’ve thought about.”
I looked up at her as her breast popped out of my mouth. “Curiosity killed the cat.” As I said it, I moved my thumb up and down, every so often teasing her with a quick tap. Every time, a tiny tremor shook her.
“Oh God.” She grabbed my head, digging her nails into my scalp. “Magic fingers Devlin,” she mumbled.
I chuckled as I nuzzled the area between her breasts, inhaling her scent. “I’ve thought about this. Touching you. Seeing you. All of you.” I leaned back and took in her whole figure. Disheveled, flushed, panting, wet. “You are magnificent.”
“Wh-what else?” she asked.
I grinned up at her. “I thought about rolling over in bed that night and sinking into you. I knew you were ready for me. I think about that a lot.”
“Erik,” she groaned.
Yes. It was just her and me. Nobody else. No memories, no pasts, no associations. Just this moment.
I lowered my mouth to her core, underwear still pushed to the side, and flicked her once with my tongue.
Her legs tried to squeeze shut. I could have stayed like that forever, but my knees were starting to ache and we both needed more. I was deciding what to do next when Kim made the decision for me.
Kim said, “Ah, screw it,” and pushed my shoulders until I stumbled back on to the floor rather clumsily. A second later she stood up, letting the other strap of her nightgown fall. The whole thing slid right off her body. She pulled her panties all the way off, shimmying out of them.
Her naked body was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Smooth slopes and sensual dips. Every freckle, every inch of skin, was a new area to be memorized and explored. I propped onto my elbows. “Kim,” I said awestruck. “You’re amazing.”
“Shh,” she said and straddled me right there on the floor. The Turkish rug scratched the damp skin of my back and legs but it could have been a bed of nails and I wouldn’t have moved from this spot.
She went to remove my boxers—all I wore—and I stopped her. “Kim.”
“I know. It’s too fast.” She sat back on my thighs.
“We should slow down.”
“Probably.” But she reached into my boxers and pulled me out, stroking down the length of me. A tongue dipped out to lick her bottom lip. “But where’s the fun in that?”
I groaned and threw my head back at the same time she said, “Oh my God.”
“Kim, we don’t have any protection. We shouldn’t—”
I hated my stupid, responsible self so much. My head was clouded. My balls were pulled up so tight, I dug my heels into the carpet to keep from coming.
“We won’t. Not tonight. But I need you—and you definitely need me.” She stroked faster.
I gripped her thighs to keep from losing control.
“Just this,” she gasped. “Because I wanted to see this that morning. In your bed.”
I propped back up on to my elbows to a sight I wouldn’t forget as long as I lived. Kim straddling me, touching herself furiously, as she stroked me. Her breasts bounced with the effort, and her skin shone with sweat. I wasn’t going to last a minute.
“Kim, I’m gonna—”
My hands squeezed up her thighs and she gasped.
“Yes. Please. Me too.”
And so we did.
Chapter 31
You are always in my thoughts.
DEVLIN
Later, after some clean up and redressing, Kim lay on top of me on the couch in the music room. I wanted to go back in time and fucking high five myself for deciding to put a couch in here. We could have used it earlier, but the rug burn on her knees was like the scratches on my shoulders. Battle scars. Frameable art.
“Turns out, I’m a bit of a horn dog,” Kim said. “Sorry I launched myself on you.”
“Never be sorry for that.” I looked down to where her chin rested on her balled fist on my chest. Her face was soft with happy sleepiness.
“Part of me feels like I should be a lot more embarrassed about the things I did and said … and admitted. And yet I feel so good I don’t even care.”
I kissed her forehead. “Never feel ashamed about what you feel with me. I loved every second of it.”
She buried her face into my chest and her cheeks were hot with blushing.
“I don’t know how I’m ever going to look at you again when we’re at the SOOK,” she said.
My chest tightened at the idea of the real world. When it was just the two of us, the rest of the world disappeared. I didn’t want to think about all that just yet.
“The mask will help.” I had meant it as a joke, but it came out ominous.
“So, that’s the plan then? Wear the mask for forever?” she asked.