away or something, would you?” I snap. “You’re making me anxious watching me like that.” His grin weakens my defenses, but I refuse to let him know.
“There’s no need to be shy anymore, baby. I think I know every inch of that body now.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “That so?”
“That’s so.” His smile . . .
My dire need to get out of here temporarily forgotten, I turn around and wiggle my ass at him. “Are you sure you know all of it?”
His eyes flash. “Careful.”
I squeal as he launches himself off the bed and tackles me to the mattress. King holds himself over me with his arms braced either side of my head. “You should smile more.”
“You’re the only reason I have to.”
He grumbles and dips his head to take my mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. My body relaxes, and my arms and legs instinctively wrap around his to pull him closer. I knew it when I saw him at that café, when I heard what he’d done for me, but didn’t realize fully what it was at the time.
I love this man.
I have for weeks.
When he looks at me, it’s me he sees. I don’t get just the basic sexual reactions from him—I get more. We talk. He makes me laugh. He asks me how I feel. He cares about the little things. He never asks for more than I’m offering.
And only then does he make my body react in ways I never knew possible.
I like just being with him. When’s he near, I’m more complete. We connect in a way that makes me feel as if I’m never going to have a second chance at finding anything like it.
I need to hold on to him.
“I don’t really want to leave,” I whisper as I run my hands up and down his arms.
“I know. I wish I didn’t have to either.”
“How did things get so complicated?” Tears build and I look away, determined not to let the compassion in his eyes be my undoing. I’ve held it together this long; I can do it a bit longer.
“Hey,” he soothes, tipping my chin back towards him. “I’m guessing you’ve just had one bad thing after another lately, is all. A run of bad, bad fuckin’ luck, if you will.” He places another soft kiss on my waiting lips. “Doesn’t mean this is as good as it’ll get though.”
“No?” I search his eyes for the truth and find only conviction in the words he’s just spoken.
“No.” His beard tickles my neck as he lays a kiss behind my ear. “It’s just a bump in the road, baby.”
“Promise?”
His chest vibrates as he grumbles, skimming his lips across my jaw to reach the other ear. “I promise.”
He takes each of my hands gently, one after the other, and places them above my head to trap them in place with one of his. I turn and place a kiss to his arm as it flexes with his movement. He stretches out, scooting his head lower to kiss and tease each nipple, and then leaves a trail of soft kisses across my ribs, twisting himself to the side of my body as he does. His eyes settle on mine, his gaze firm as he kneels at my side. King’s hand still traps my wrists as he runs the pads of his fingers across the taut flesh of my stomach. It tickles a little, but mostly it’s a sensual promise of what’s to come. He works lower, eventually tracing the swollen flesh between my legs, never quite dipping inside. I squirm, eager for him to do more, but he continues to tease, and run his hands all over my body, stopping only to pinch a nipple or thumb my lips.
King carefully positions himself around and over me as he drives my body to the brink with a slow, sensual caress of every inch. He rolls me to my stomach, his lips skating the sensitive flesh behind my ear, dotting kisses on each of my shoulder blades and running a slow path down my spine as he kneels beside me.
I try to touch him, but he continues to pin my hands to the bed, moving his mouth so it settles over one of my butt cheeks . . . and then he bites. Gentle, but firm enough to leave a sting.
I’m lost to him, completely and utterly lost in his world. He has a way of
“There’s no need to be shy anymore, baby. I think I know every inch of that body now.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “That so?”
“That’s so.” His smile . . .
My dire need to get out of here temporarily forgotten, I turn around and wiggle my ass at him. “Are you sure you know all of it?”
His eyes flash. “Careful.”
I squeal as he launches himself off the bed and tackles me to the mattress. King holds himself over me with his arms braced either side of my head. “You should smile more.”
“You’re the only reason I have to.”
He grumbles and dips his head to take my mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. My body relaxes, and my arms and legs instinctively wrap around his to pull him closer. I knew it when I saw him at that café, when I heard what he’d done for me, but didn’t realize fully what it was at the time.
I love this man.
I have for weeks.
When he looks at me, it’s me he sees. I don’t get just the basic sexual reactions from him—I get more. We talk. He makes me laugh. He asks me how I feel. He cares about the little things. He never asks for more than I’m offering.
And only then does he make my body react in ways I never knew possible.
I like just being with him. When’s he near, I’m more complete. We connect in a way that makes me feel as if I’m never going to have a second chance at finding anything like it.
I need to hold on to him.
“I don’t really want to leave,” I whisper as I run my hands up and down his arms.
“I know. I wish I didn’t have to either.”
“How did things get so complicated?” Tears build and I look away, determined not to let the compassion in his eyes be my undoing. I’ve held it together this long; I can do it a bit longer.
“Hey,” he soothes, tipping my chin back towards him. “I’m guessing you’ve just had one bad thing after another lately, is all. A run of bad, bad fuckin’ luck, if you will.” He places another soft kiss on my waiting lips. “Doesn’t mean this is as good as it’ll get though.”
“No?” I search his eyes for the truth and find only conviction in the words he’s just spoken.
“No.” His beard tickles my neck as he lays a kiss behind my ear. “It’s just a bump in the road, baby.”
“Promise?”
His chest vibrates as he grumbles, skimming his lips across my jaw to reach the other ear. “I promise.”
He takes each of my hands gently, one after the other, and places them above my head to trap them in place with one of his. I turn and place a kiss to his arm as it flexes with his movement. He stretches out, scooting his head lower to kiss and tease each nipple, and then leaves a trail of soft kisses across my ribs, twisting himself to the side of my body as he does. His eyes settle on mine, his gaze firm as he kneels at my side. King’s hand still traps my wrists as he runs the pads of his fingers across the taut flesh of my stomach. It tickles a little, but mostly it’s a sensual promise of what’s to come. He works lower, eventually tracing the swollen flesh between my legs, never quite dipping inside. I squirm, eager for him to do more, but he continues to tease, and run his hands all over my body, stopping only to pinch a nipple or thumb my lips.
King carefully positions himself around and over me as he drives my body to the brink with a slow, sensual caress of every inch. He rolls me to my stomach, his lips skating the sensitive flesh behind my ear, dotting kisses on each of my shoulder blades and running a slow path down my spine as he kneels beside me.
I try to touch him, but he continues to pin my hands to the bed, moving his mouth so it settles over one of my butt cheeks . . . and then he bites. Gentle, but firm enough to leave a sting.
I’m lost to him, completely and utterly lost in his world. He has a way of
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