Now I knew why he kissed me. He was keeping everyone in the house from hearing my scream.
He pulled back. “Something special,” he murmured, and I think it was more to himself than to me.
He was right; it was special. It had been from the beginning. And now I wanted him inside me and I was feeling brave. “You going to take your jeans off now and fuck me?”
He huffed, but there was a mild twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I can do that.” He came to his knees, shifted to the edge of the bed, and stood. His jeans were already undone and he quickly dropped them to the floor, taking his boxer briefs with them.
It was my turn to stare as he stood naked in front of me. There was no ink on his legs, only on his abdomen, chest, shoulders, and arms. He had thick, muscled thighs with a sprinkling of hair and I caught a glimpse of how his legs curved up into his tight ass. Sorry, girls, Kilter has the best ass.
My eyes shifted to his cock and my heart skipped a beat. He was clean-shaven, and it was hard and thick, the tip glistening with wetness. He was the one who was beautiful.
He placed one knee on the bed and it sagged under his weight. Then he crawled over the top of me and lowered. It was all done slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I slid my hand down his scarred, inked chest to his abdomen and then to his cock. His body jerked as my finger grazed the tip of it.
“Fuck,” he mumbled.
I trailed a finger down the length of him then back up again. He remained completely still, hovering over me, but his expression was tight as if he was in pain. But I knew he wasn’t. His eyes still burned with heat.
I curled my hand around the base and gently squeezed. A hiss emerged from his throat and he threw his head back. I smiled at his response, loving how I could make this crass, arrogant man bend to me.
Because that’s what this was. Kilter bending to me. He gave me the pages he’d kept hidden from everyone else.
His hand covered mine on his cock. “Condom, babe. I need inside you.”
“I, ah…” God, I didn’t have any condoms.
He chuckled. “Don’t expect you to have any. Fuck, I’d be pissed if you did.”
“Pissed?”
“I know I’ve been gone for six months, but thinking about you fucking other guys is not something that rolls well with me.”
I raised my brows. “So, you thought we’d get together?”
He briefly kissed me on my swollen lips. “No, babe. I didn’t.”
“Oh,” I murmured, kind of disappointed that he hadn’t.
He cupped my chin, thumb stroking over my lower lip. “All I thought about was protecting you. Wanting you to get better. I never thought I’d have a chance at something special. And you’re something special, babe. Don’t deserve you, but, ” the corners of his lips curved up, “never said I wasn’t selfish. So, yeah, I want special and sweet and the beautiful woman lying underneath me waiting for my cock. You good with that?”
I shrugged, hiding my smile. “I guess.”
He snorted and ground his hips into me, and his cock pressed into my clit and sparks shot through me. “Oh, babe, you so don’t want to shrug at me. I can make you beg for a very long time.”
“I bet I can make you beg, too.” I squeezed his cock, sliding my hand up and down.
“Don’t beg. But I’m all for you trying.” He winked at me, grinning.
God, he winked at me. Kilter grinned and winked. It was as if learning the truth had finally released him from the prison he’d been living in.
He leaned over, opened the nightstand drawer, and fiddled around for a second before pulling out a small, square package. He ripped it open and rolled it on with one hand while I held the base of his cock. Then he moved so he knelt between my legs.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and he groaned as he slid his cock through my wetness before gently pressing at my opening.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Shit, I had my eyes closed, waiting for him to thrust inside me. I was tense, knowing it would hurt at first.
“Want to see your eyes, so I know I’m not hurting you.” As soon as I looked at him, I relaxed and took a deep breath. This was Kilter. I wanted him inside me and my body ached for him.
“That’s it, baby. We do this slowly the first time. Okay?”
I nodded.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
I nodded again.
He lifted up on his arms and slowly pressed his cock into me. It was tight. God, it was tight, but it wasn’t painful. It was uncomfortable, maybe. He kept his eyes locked on me as he slowly tilted his hips and slid inside me further.
As my body adjusted to him, he slowly sank deeper. I felt the need to yank him down on top of me, and I tightened my thighs around him, tilting my hips up to meet him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Give me a sec, babe.”
His cock buried deep inside me, every inch of him pulsing, every inch of me throbbing. There was a raw need for him to move. To thrust. “Please, Kilter.”