The corner of her lip lifts in a dangerous grin. “Finally.”
Chapter 23
Miller
Stepping into my room, Kai’s hands immediately sink into my hair, fingers tightening to tilt my attention up to him, lips hovering over mine. “Can I take what I want, Miller?”
Speechless, by both the untethered spark in his eye and his dominating yet uncontrolled vibe, I simply nod.
“Can I hear you say it?”
“Yes,” I hiss when his fingers pull my hair in that delicious way. “You can take whatever you’d like.”
“Good.” He nips at my lower lip. “Now tell me why you opened the door.”
“Because I was going to see if you’ve made up your mind about whether or not you want me.”
His chuckle is a bit dark. “That’s never been the issue and you know it.”
With a single arm around my waist, Kai lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around him as his lips meet mine in a kiss that is so unexpectedly possessive, it startles me. I think I might be out of my body, looking down to see a man who is typically the last person to take what he wants, but has finally decided to be selfish tonight. But then my back slams against the wall, and I’m jolted right back into the moment to realize this is real and it’s happening.
“Kai,” I breathe against his lips. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Are you sure this is what you want?”
His eyes soften, his nose nudging mine.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I continue in a whisper.
“I know.” He places a tender kiss on my lips. “I know exactly what this is, and I want it.”
Kai’s tongue sweeps against mine as his erection rolls against my core.
It’s dirty and needy and, quite frankly, not what I was expecting after visiting a quaint bake shop. But I think that’s what he needs to make this fling work. The connection, the trust. Though he constantly said tonight wasn’t a date, it clearly was, and maybe a sweet date beforehand is our solution.
But there’s nothing sweet about this man right now.
“You wanna have some fun with me?” Kai rasps against my lips.
Dear God. Such simple words, but they unravel any previous concerns of protecting him. If he keeps talking like that, I’m going to be the one who needs protection.
“Please.”
He smiles into my mouth.
Using the wall to hold me up, he grips the underside of my thigh, kneading the flesh like he’s been dreaming of touching it. His other hand snakes down my back, over the curve of my ass, until his fingers slip under the hem of my panties.
But he doesn’t go any further. He teases. He savors.
I’m on fire. Every part of me burns for him to touch me. And I mean really touch me, without any fabric between us this time.
His fingers fall lower, so frustratingly close to where I need them that I whimper into his mouth.
He chuckles. “Needy, Mills?”
“Yes,” I whine. “I’ve touched myself so many times thinking about you.”
His brows lift with interest. “In my house?”
“Right on the other side of the wall from you. That night, after the kitchen, I got myself off again just from replaying it in my mind.”
“Jesus.”
Kai’s hand is so big he palms my ass perfectly, squeezing before he slips his fingers under my panty line again, this time grazing over my entire pussy like it’s a reward for being honest.
My head falls back against the wall.
“So soft,” he hums against my throat as his mouth trails over it. “You’re ready for it, huh?”
“I’ve been ready for it since the day I saw you in that elevator.”
His middle finger circles my clit, coaxing the truth.
“I’ve wanted this since I met you.”
He nips at my collarbone, smiling against my skin. “I know.”
Usually, the arrogant thing doesn’t do it for me, but Kai having a moment of cockiness? I’m fairly certain his fingers are soaked because of it.
“Thank you for that,” he continues. “Not to get all sappy before I fuck you, but you make me feel like a man again and not just a dad.”
Good God. I don’t know where to focus first. On my hips grinding down on his hand, asking for a finger to slip inside, or the way the words before I fuck you sound rolling off Kai’s tongue.
Or how this man is so easily vulnerable, it tempts me to be the same.
But because he knows me a bit too well already, he steers away from the sweet and sentimental stuff when I remain speechless.