Kai…
“This…” I swallow hard, feeling like it’s a coincidence or maybe not. “This is my favorite flower,” I say, glancing at him.
His smile is fading. His mischievous gaze turns serious.
“Yeah…” He stretches lazily.
We keep staring at each other, the air between us burning with silent questions but no answers.
“It’s right on your heart,” I say quieter, stretching my hand and touching it with my forefinger.
“Yeah…” he says. Nothing else.
I can feel the ridges of his skin. I want to feel all of him. So I fan my fingers and start sliding my palm down his torso.
He catches my wrist gently and pulls my hand away from his skin.
“You touch me where you are not supposed to, baby girl, and I’ll fuck you again right now.”
But his hold is gentle, almost too loose.
His smile is back.
My eyes flicker down, and there is a tent under the sheet where his erection is.
Holy crap, he is hard again!
I want him. Yes, I want to bring out more of him—that softness that hides behind the thorns.
So I pull my hand out of his grip, then smile, locking my gaze with his, and set my hand down on his chest again. I glide it down, pressing it harder to his skin, feeling every ridge, every inch of roughness under it, smiling playfully as I do so.
He grabs my wrist, and in a flash, I am on my back, hands pinned above my head, Kai on top of me. He brings his lips to mine, barely touching.
“I warned you, baby girl.”
He keeps my hands pinned by one of his, and the other slides down and pulls the sheet from between us. His naked body is against mine again, heavy, weighing me down, his legs between mine, pushing mine apart with his knees.
Why does it feel so sexy?
Heat gathers between my thighs again. I can feel my pussy contract, want seeping out of me.
“Say yes, baby girl,” he says, palming my breast.
“Will you let me touch you?” I tease.
He shakes his head, nuzzling my chin.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I said so.”
When he shifts, I feel his erection pressing to my entrance. But he doesn’t move. His dark hair falls onto my face. His lips hover just above mine. His eyes pin me down.
“Yes,” I say.
He pushes slightly into me, and there is that pain again.
I wince.