He drove them in and out, and that feeling rose and lifted and changed.
Grew full and intense and acute.
Until it became too much and everything was coming apart in the best way that it could.
Bliss splitting me wide open, gushing free, rushing through every nerve ending until I could feel him touching my everywhere. The man infiltrating every cell.
I was shattered.
Saved.
He was right, I came alive under his touch.
Though it felt more like an awakening.
Enlightenment.
Air raked from my lungs, chest jutting and heaving, jutting like my hips, not sure how to handle the feeling of him, the tingles and the tiny pulses of pleasure that kept rocketing through my body.
He edged up onto his knees, his hands on my belly as if he were keeping a hold on me to keep me grounded.
Sure I was going to float away.
But I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I need to get a condom,” he murmured, glancing over his shoulder in the vague direction of his bag I knew was still sitting on the floor in the other room, and I was flapping an arm at my nightstand. “I have some.”
He quirked brow, but it was cute and adoring. “Prepared for me?”
“I told you I liked living in a fantasy.”
“That’s my girl.”
That’s my girl.
Those butterflies flapped contented wings.
Kyle leaned up so he could rummage through the drawer, all too quick to produce a condom that he was tearing from the foil and rolling over his massive, hard penis that bobbed and jerked against his ripped stomach.
Redness climbed my cheeks. It was true. This man was the best kind of a fantasy.
The kind that became reality.
Another rush of need tumbled through my body, that achy spot between my thighs throbbing with anticipation, and I rubbed my knees together to try to sate the hunger.
I guessed he made me greedy.
Kyle set his hands on my shaky knees, and he spread them, a grin on his ridiculously handsome face as he seated himself there, though his expression turned tender as he lowered himself against me, his golden skin brushing mine, filling me with fire and hope and awe.
“Thank you choosing me, Kenna. For letting it be me. For finding me.”
“I think it was you who came to find me.”
Threading the fingers of one hand through my hair, he dipped down close, his words rustling across my face like a promise. “Where else would I have gone? I think you were always calling out for me.”
He nestled deeper between my thighs, our abdomen’s touching, the hardness of him pressing at my achy, desperate center.
“Imagined this a million times, Kenna. Kissing you. Loving you. Touching you.” He dipped down and brushed his mouth along the shell of my ear. “Fucking you.”
Shivers rolled, a crashing wave of seduction and desire and torment.
My fingers sank into his shoulders, gripping onto him, and he gathered me in an arm, hugging me close to the roaring pulse that sped through his veins.
Then he took me.
Quickly.
Stealing my breath, filling me with his as he stilled, my body overcome by his.
He gripped me and held me and whispered my name again and again.
“I have you,” he murmured. “I have you. Are you okay?”
My forehead nodded against his, the two of us frozen in that moment of time, staring at the other, silent promises whispered into eternity.
“More than okay,” I finally told him as the shock and pain wore off, as something trickled in to replace it. “Perfect.”
Never had I felt so exposed.
So real.
So adored.
So loved by this man.
The only one with the power to peel back my layers and expose what was underneath. The only one strong enough to fight me on my fears.
To chase me right up to the edge and then tumble over the side with me.
A freefall where we got lost.
“I love you, Kenna,” he murmured, then he kissed me slow, made love to me sweetly.
Carefully.
Tenderly.
Our bodies in sync. This rhythm that struck in the atmosphere.
It was complete, utter magic.
He kissed along my jaw, and I felt the muscles on his back tighten, his movements coming harder and more rigid. “I want to stay in you forever, but you feel too good,” he groaned before he pulled back to cast me a gentle smile.
Adoration ridged his lips and flamed in his eyes.
I ran my fingers along the defined line of his striking jaw. “I’m yours forever.”
With my words, Kyle let go, his thrusts coming fast and hard and demanding, the man gazing down at me as his hips drove and rocked. Until his face twisted and a moan that was my name was coming from his mouth and his body was going ridged.
He pulsed and jerked and twitched, a slew of silent curses coming off his tongue that were nothing but praise, and I was certain there was no better sight than watching this man come apart.