And that was when he growled, feral and rough, and walked her back so that she was pressed flat against the kitchen wall. Her shirt was tugged up violently over her head, cast onto the floor. Her bra followed, and he kissed his way down her neck, her collarbone, took one of her sensitive nipples between his lips and sucked.
“Shit,” he breathed. “You’re more beautiful than I remembered.”
He moved his hand with carnal reverence over her breasts, down her stomach, where he flicked open the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper.
Then he pushed his hand down beneath the waistband of her underwear, and found her wet with need for him. Because it only took a second.
She gasped, her head falling back against the wall as he began to stroke her. This was... This was that wild sex. That wild desire. Wild desire that she thought wasn’t real.
It was so starkly different from what she’d had before. What she had before had been nice. What she had before had been manageable. And there was nothing manageable about Kit. He was too big. Too wild. Too much. He was something she couldn’t control, and she’d been foolish just now thinking that she could. That this was her game. That she could take him and make him into something that she could dominate. It wasn’t possible.
Because here in her house where she had built a life before, he was breaking her into small little pieces. Something she was afraid she would never be able to put back together. But her life was broken, so why shouldn’t she be?
Is it broken, or are you just afraid of what’s been built?
She shoved that thought aside, because she didn’t want to think. She wanted pleasure. She wanted sex. She wanted Kit and his cock and nothing else. She didn’t want anything more than this gloried, heady desire that was unlike anything she had ever experienced. And before she knew it, she was naked, with him fully clothed before her. He knelt down, lifted her leg up over his shoulder and parted her wide as his mouth made contact with the heart of her, already slick with her need as he began to lick her, deeper and deeper until she was shaking. Until she was clinging to his shoulders and crying out with unfulfilled desire.
Damn him. It was a blessing. A curse. Everything, all rolled into one.
It was light and shadow and impossibly out of reach.
And yet there she was, clinging to him for all she was worth, her fingers speared into his hair as she held his head right there. Just there. She rocked her hips, lost in the pagan rhythm that he set with his wicked tongue. And then she burst. Broke open. Shattered. Gasping and crying out his name.
And she knew that this was just another game that she had lost.
But before she could protest, he straightened, lifted her up, flipped that dish towel off his shoulder, set it on the counter and then set her bare ass right on top of that. “Didn’t want you to be cold,” he said against her mouth.
“Oh,” she said, her brain a fog.
Then he stripped his shirt off and her mouth went dry. And her brain went blank.
He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
And her need was a desperate thing. Clawing at her. And there was no biological excuse for it. She was already pregnant. She was already pregnant, and so there was nothing to hide behind. This was just need. Pure, filthy need. She’d already had an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. Because she wanted to feel his possession. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her. When she cried out his name.
She wanted him. All of him. She wanted to lose herself and find herself all at once. And she knew that the only way to do that was...
He undid the buckle on his jeans and tugged the zipper down roughly. She pushed his jeans down his lean hips, and he freed his arousal, drawing her close to him as he pressed slowly into her heat.
“Kit,” she shouted, almost embarrassed by the intensity of the demand wound around his name.
She couldn’t. She could not. And yet she was. They were. Because it was all the things and everything, and it was him and her together. Like nothing and no one had ever been.
Did everybody feel like this? Except, dimly, she knew that not everybody had this. So no. Not everybody felt like this. Because she’d never felt like this before. Like sex was a wonderful mystery that they alone had unlocked. That only they could ever figure the combination that would make this particular pleasure click.
He was so big and hard inside her, like he was made to fit her. Just a bit too much, but in the very best way.
She didn’t want her sex comfortable. She didn’t want it easy. She wanted hard and rough with a slight bite of pain. And he delivered. Cupping her ass as he pulled her against him, thrusting hard inside her and leaving her breathless each and every time.
His strokes were deep, and she lost herself in it. In this. In him.
She looked into his eyes, and she felt what burned there resonated in her soul.
And it terrified her. Made her tremble. Made her want to look away. Made her want to escape, but he held her face still as he drove into her again, and again. As her own desire wound around her like a golden thread, making her shiver.
Making her come apart at the seams.
And then she broke. Crying out his name just a moment before he shouted hers, spilling deep inside her, his hardness pulsing deep within her.