“Oh, God,” she hissed.
I kissed behind her ear, swirling the head of my cock against her heat. I felt the electricity surge between us at the contact. Kennedy whimpered as I pushed against her pussy, stretching her enough for us to feel the intense pressure our bodies created.
Her eyes flickered open, catching my gaze. I pressed my palm against hers as I eased inside her with a slow thrust. Her hips rocked forward, drawing me deeper. Fuck.
I wouldn’t let her close her eyes. I wanted her to watch what it meant when I took her body again. I meant it the other night at the Vieux Carre, and I meant it tonight—she was mine—she was always meant to be mine.
From this moment on, we weren’t going to be on different teams. We weren’t going to be enemies. We were going to have to find a way to build on this. To let the magic that existed between us be the tie that bound us whether we were in bed or in the office.
Our mouths met and I kissed her wildly. Our tongues thrashed as the frenzy built.
I moved to my knees. She questioned my every move, but I flipped her quickly on her stomach.
“Oomph,” she squealed, but I pressed her into the expensive sheets, lifting her hips just enough to thrust my cock deep inside.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her head falling back. I caught her lips, lowering my chest to her back. There wasn’t much space, but I worked my hand between the covers and her navel, navigating my way over her silky skin to her clit.
Kennedy sighed, when I began to circle her sensitive nub, drawing more sensation and pleasure from her body. Her hips began to lift and rock. The higher she lifted off the bed, the deeper I slammed inside her. I kissed the soft skin at the nape of her neck, brushing the hair off her shoulders. I kissed her back, licking, sucking, imprinting my way across her body.
She begged for release. “Please,” she whimpered. “I’m so close.”
I smiled, nipping at her lips, biting her ear. “Feels good.” I thrust roughly, matching her pants with grunts of my own.
Our bodies were slick with sweat. I wasn’t exhausted. I could never be tired of Kennedy’s body. The lines. The curves. The sounds she made. I’d waited for her for years. And again, when I thought I had fucked up every chance we had. I’d never tell her I’d wait another five years if I had to, but I would. I was that in love with her. I probably always had been.
Now? This? There was power running between us. Surging in the energy we created. I lashed behind her ear with my tongue.
“Knight.” She gasped for air. My fingers continued to play with her clit. Her hips moved at a feverish pace. As the strokes from my cock slowed, so did her pleas. I calmed her. Tamed her. I moved deeper each time, binding us together. Our bodies rocked, slowly, intentionally, until we were on the same plane. I curled my hand under her chest, gripping her breasts.
I grunted, knowing the moments were numbered. Kennedy turned her cheek toward me, and I kissed her. Out tongues lashed and our lips melted together. The orgasms weren’t independent, but one long, explosive climax vibrating between her body and mine. I hilted myself inside her, letting the release take control. I felt the tightening in my spine finally subside with the final thrust. One. Two. Three. I howled at the ceiling and the world faded to black. She was my light. My nirvana.
Despite all the misunderstandings and hurt, we were still us. Still able to love each other back together. Able to be whole. To heal. To share an incredible fire.
“You’re still mine, Kennedy,” I gasped as our bodies quieted.
“Yours,” she breathed before she went silent.
Her eyes closed. Her fingers tightened around my knuckles.
I wasn’t ready to move. I wanted to sleep inside her. To tell her I loved her. I just didn’t know how.
It could have been twenty minutes or an hour before we stirred. Our muscles started to cool.
I kissed her temple. “I think the storm is letting up.”
She nodded.
I rolled on my side, drawing her back against my chest, but she spun to face me. Her palm flattening against my chest, right over my heart. I drew the sheet to our shoulders. The candle wax had dripped to the mantle. A few of the wicks sputtered for air. That damn shutter had finally stopped banging against the house.
“Is this how it’s going to be?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I searched her eyes, brushing a damp tendril from her forehead. God, she was even more beautiful now.
“We fight. We have sex. We wake up and destroy each other tomorrow.”
I shook my head. “No. That’s not the new normal.”
“It seems like it is.” Her lashes lowered.