Klara looks at me and bites her lip. “There’s no chance that I’ll have any regrets, Rey. I’ve wanted this for years. I’ve always wanted you.”
Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink, but I’m barely processing that because my lips are on hers and I’m carrying her away from the drinks and up to the bedroom.
How could I have been so blind? She wanted me? Where the fuck was I that I couldn’t see her standing right in front of me?
I lay her down on my bed, fucking glad that I chose to build myself a bed that’s huge. There’s room to spread her out and worship her, and that’s exactly, completely the plan.
“You wanted me?”
“Yes.” It’s a breathless gasp. “For…so long. It never went away. When you showed up yesterday, it was crazy. Like you walked out of a dream.”
Whatever made me take a walk when I did, see her car when I did, decide to check on the new person in the neighborhood, I’m sending out thanks to that. I drop my mouth to her neck, savoring the soft floral fragrance coming off her skin from the shower. Her hair is still damp. I feel it as I sink my fingers through the silky strands.
God, I’m already lost, and we’re only at the beginning of this. I can’t stop kissing her skin and listening to her soft gasps whenever I find a new and sensitive place. “You have me,” I whisper. “You have me.”
5
Klara
I never allowed myself to imagine that this would happen. But if I said that I wasn’t hoping for it, then I would be lying. The moment our lips meet, the chemistry that I’d always imagined becomes real, and everything opens up between us.
It feels like lightning and fire and pleasure and relief.
His face when I told him that I wanted him—I’ll never forget the look on his face. The raw hunger and lust that made his eyes go dark and his mouth crush mine with bruising force. I don’t give a shit. I’ll take the bruising.
Rey’s mouth drags down my neck, leaving a tingling line of chills as he kisses across my collarbone and down the strap of my dress to the edge of it. I didn’t wear a bra with this, which puts him so, so close to where I want him.
A low laugh rolls across my skin. “I swear I didn’t invite you over for drinks only to get you into bed.”
“Not only,” I say with a grin.
Hands drag up my legs, lifting my skirt with it. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it. Or the fact that I got myself off in the shower so that I could have some chance of holding myself back.”
Rey pulls back to look at me, and his eyes are still dark, chest heaving with breath.
I drag my hands down his chest, wanting to feel the skin under his shirt. “I tried, this morning. I woke up from a dream, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t get there. I’ve been so fucking frustrated all day and then you where there, just existing. Do you have any idea how distracting you are?”
His gaze sharpens, looking down at my body, and a smile that makes me shiver grows on his face. “What kind of dream?”
I blush again, and that’s all he needs to tell him exactly what my mind conjured about him. And right now, he’s doing exactly what he did in my dream, sinking down my body and pushing my dress out of the way entirely. All that’s separating him from me is my thong. A slip of lace that he looks at like he wants to tear it away.
“Was this the dream?”
I nod, and he slips the thong down my legs and tosses it aside. And then I’m sinking into pleasure and déjà vu, except that this déjà vu is so much, so much better than the dream.
Rey’s lips brush against my clit, the faintest of touches that makes me shudder. It’s almost nothing, and I have to strain my senses to feel it, which makes it so much more intense when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. “Oh, fuck.”
“Mmm.” The low sound in his throat sends shivers across my skin. “You taste delicious.”
Is this actually real? This can’t be happening. The number of times that I’ve imagined this situation and only thought that it would ever be a dream. Rey licks lower, down to my entrance, tracing me where I’m already wet, and dipping inside with long, smooth strokes.
The movement is so intimate, I shiver, eyes closing and my hands reaching for him, for anything to hold on to because I’m falling through clouds of pleasure and I feel like I’m slipping away.
Rey wraps his hands around my hips, lifting them off the bed so my pussy lines up better with his mouth, and he feasts on me. He swirls his tongue up and over my clit, around and around before sucking it deep with long pulls that have my hips moving and seeking more.