“Please.”
He pulls out, the sudden emptiness hollowing my stomach, before he flips me onto my back.
Oh, this was a bad idea.
His steel-blues are dark with desire. His abs are contracted. Cock swollen. Skin glistening with sweat.
Kai opens my legs, putting one on his shoulder to give himself a better angle before he guides himself back inside of me.
We both groan as he fills me.
He slides in easier this time, my body ready and willing to take him especially now that I can see him. There’s no question in my mind, I’ve never wanted anyone more.
He holds my hips while he fills me over and over again, placing kisses on the inside of my ankle as it rests on his shoulder. He plays with my clit. He squeezes my tits. Then he bends forward, folding my leg into my chest as he uses the leverage of the bed to fuck me into the mattress.
And, Oh my God.
I’ve never been fucked like this.
I’m at this man’s mercy, and he’s not holding back. Sweat beads on his brow, our skin sliding together as my hands search for something to hold on to, my nails digging into his back.
“This is why you have Max,” I somehow say. “I’m fairly certain you’re fucking me right past my birth control.”
“Miller.” He halts his movements. “That’s an inside thought.”
“I don’t have inside thoughts.”
He simply shakes his head at me—his favorite move. Then he does my favorite move and snaps his hips to fill me again.
“I’d really appreciate it if we steer away from talking about me knocking you up while I’m rearranging your insides.”
I raise an impressed brow. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Jesus Christ.”
Kai brackets my jaw with a single hand and kisses me roughly, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, no doubt to shut me up.
But then as his body falls onto mine, our movements change.
It’s less frantic. We find a rhythm as Kai moves us together. Or kisses are slow and searching. His forehead rests on mine as he touches me, appreciating every inch of my skin. My fingertips press into his lower back as he moves over me.
We watch each other.
It’s . . . intimate.
It’s scary.
But I can’t stop myself from climbing right back to the edge with him.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Miller.” He nudges his nose against mine, kissing me again.
And because I can’t handle serious moments, I attempt to break the intimacy with humor.
“What? A whole five weeks? You have the patience of a saint.”
He shakes his head. “A lot longer than that.”
Shit. He’s not referring to wanting my body. He’s referring to wanting the connection we’ve created.
I should correct him. Remind him this is casual. Easy. Detached.
But this man deserves someone to fight for and stand by him. And though long term that someone won’t be me, I let myself believe, just for tonight, that maybe I could.
He makes me want to be.
Kai slips his arm between my back and the bed, and we move together. I wrap myself around his body until we’re both coming. He’s buried into the crook of my neck as I have my third orgasm of the night and I’m kissing his chest and sweat-soaked skin as he finds his first.
My name sounds like worship as he chants it against my skin, kissing me softly as he comes. I’ve never liked the nickname Mills as much as I do when Kai says it while he’s inside of me, lacing the word with gratitude.
And watching him come? I think I might do just about anything to see it again.
We’re touching and stroking as we both ease back down, and when Kai pulls out of me, I’ve never felt so empty, losing that connection.
He plays with my hair as he lays at my side, watching me with appreciative eyes.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
I nuzzle into his chest like a stage-five clinger who needs to be held after sex. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
His smile is soft against my skin.
I want to stay in this bed all night. Do that again and again. Maybe wake up to him between my legs.
But then my eyes shoot open to find his chest as he holds me, stroking my back.
No offense to myself, but what the fuck am I doing?
Clearing my throat, I pull away and gesture to the condom. “Do you need the bathroom so you can take care of . . .”
“You go ahead first.”
My brow lifts, needing the humor back in the room. “Oh, so now you’re being a gentleman after defiling me so perfectly?”
“Nah. I just want to watch your ass from behind as you walk away.”
Giving him a playful swat, I lift myself, but Kai pulls me right back down, hands sinking into my hair with a kiss that feels so much more meaningful than it should after a casual hook-up.
“Thank you,” he says against my lips, soft eyes searching mine.
I’m speechless.
I’m obsessed.
I think I’m in trouble.
So, I quickly pull away and scurry off to the bathroom, needing a moment to breathe.
Don’t give him someone to miss, Miller.
And what about me? What am I doing to myself?
I stare at my naked reflection in the mirror. He’s just another guy in another city. I’ll be gone in a month, and he’ll forget all about me. I’ll forget about him.
I can’t even look myself in the eye as I lie.
I have to fix this. Put the armor back on. It’ll be better for us both in the long run.
Casual. Easy. Unattached.
Inhaling through my nose, I straighten my shoulders. I can do this.
Back in my room my bed is empty, so I slip under the covers, trying my best not to think about how amazing tonight was. How right it felt.
Kai comes back in from his room, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, headed straight for the bed. He lifts the corner of the covers to join me, but I stop him with a hand on his chest.
“What?” he asks.
“No sleepovers.”
“You’re kidding.”
I simply shake my head.
He exhales a disbelieving laugh. “But we’ve slept in the same bed together before.”
“That was different.”
He contemplates for a moment, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Fine,” he says, lifting the sheets over my naked body to tuck me in because of course he does. “I hope you’re able to get some sleep with all the cartwheels your brain is doing right now.”
Kai brushes my sweat-damp hair out of my face to place a gentle kiss on my forehead then a less gentle one on my mouth. “Goodnight, Mills.”
I swallow. “Night.”
He casts one final look at me over his shoulder before turning off my bedroom light and leaving. But he doesn’t close the door that connects his room from mine, keeping that bit of an opening between us.
Flipping onto my back, I stare at the ceiling. Why does he have to handle everything so graciously? Why couldn’t he throw a fit about not sleeping over or something else that might give me the ick? No, he just had to fully understand me once again.
How annoying.
Almost as annoying as the ache between my legs and the memories flooding my mind of him inside of me on this very bed.
There’s a knock on the wall right behind my headboard coming from Kai’s room. “Hey, Miller?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for the sex.”
I burst a laugh. It’s loud and unladylike and I don’t give a shit.
This guy is frustratingly good, easing my tension with humor the way I usually do.
“You’re welcome, Baseball Daddy. And I do mean Daddy.”
I can hear his laugh from here. “Today was a good day.”
It really was.
“They could all be good days.”
He hums. “Yeah. Maybe.”
There’s only a thin wall between us, a handful of feet and an open door. Just enough distance that I’ve convinced myself is necessary. But in an odd way, it feels like he’s still inside of me. Not physically, but as if he’s etched his way into my soul. His scent is still on my sheets as I burrow into them. His touch still singes my skin.
He was right. There’s no way I’ll be able to forget him.
Chapter 24
Miller