come with me.” His eyes opened, fixing on hers. “Touch yourself, Jules. I want to watch you.”
She bit her lip, but she was beyond self-consciousness now. Her fingers circled her clit, rubbing hard and fast. It wasn’t going to take her long, but from the look on his face, she thought he was close, too. His brow was knitted, mouth drawn, taut, his gaze focused between their legs where she was working so hard to make herself come for him.
“Kai,” she whispered, sliding her other hand behind his neck, damp with sweat—the musky scent of their sex filled the room—and her fingers slipped up through the soft wings of his hair. “Look at me.”
He did, his eyes so dark and full of emotion, it seared her heart. The slippery wet sound of their lovemaking filled the room, the incessant slap of their bodies like the sweetest music, and Jules still couldn’t get enough of him. She could have done this forever, on and on, until they both collapsed from utter exhaustion and dehydration.
But her body refused to cooperate with this plan. Her body was reaching its peak, and Kai was taking her there. He lowered his forehead to hers, so close everything became blurry. He panted, his breath fiery hot against her face, and she inhaled him, as if he could give her life this way. A life she’d never even known she’d been missing until he appeared.
“Oh! Kai!” she cried, hips rising, her fingers forking on either side of her throbbing clit, squeezing gently as if she could contain her climax. But she couldn’t. Her pussy began to clamp down around his shaft, her orgasm burning through her like a sudden fever.
“Yes, that’s it, come for me,” he breathed, lowering his lips to kiss her as she came. She gasped, pulling his breath into her lungs with a hot, searing shudder.
Kai let out a low moan into her mouth as he gave one last tremendous thrust, and she felt him going off inside her, erupting with the force of a volcano, scorching her insides with white-hot streams of his seed. Jules pressed up against him so they were belly to belly, so she could feel him tremble like an earthquake in her arms. He called her name again and again, burying his face in her hair as he ground his pelvis against hers so hard it hurt, and she welcomed every bit of him.
Finally, they were still, their breathing slowly returning to normal. She clung to him when Kai went to roll off her, not wanting to give him up, not yet. He obliged, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look at her, his fingers brushing wet, curling strands of her hair away from her face. She stroked his hair, his shoulder, his back, a little afraid to speak and break the spell in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
She hadn’t been a virgin for a long time—and she’d been with guys since Stuart. Not a lot. Maybe a handful. But she’d never had a lover like Kai before. Never quite had an experience like this one. They’d only known each other a month, maybe two—and she knew it was crazy—but she felt as if she’d known him a lifetime. An eternity. As if she’d known him before she was born, like he was somehow part of her DNA, on a cellular level.
“What is that?” Kai cocked his head, those hazel eyes full of light. The way he looked at her made her want to melt.
“What is what?” She traced the line of a tattoo on his shoulder that disappeared somewhere down his back as he slowly rolled off her. She let him go this time.
“That song. You were humming a song.”
“I was?” She smiled, shrugging. She hadn’t even realized. “Something my mother taught me. I can’t remember the words. Just the tune. She used to sing it to me when I was a baby, I think.”
“It’s beautiful.” His lips brushed her cheek and he breathed in deeply. “You’re beautiful.”
“No.” She shook her head, stretching like a cat. His eyes lit up when she did that. “But I am hungry.”
“We can still get a burger at the Wolf’s Den.”
She groaned at the
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