He groans, nuzzling into the back of my neck. “So good, Miller. You feel perfect.”
I try to ignore the sharp stretch. “Gold star pussy?”
He chuckles again, but this time it’s light with amusement. “No question in my mind. Gold star pussy.”
He decorates my spine with warm kisses, brushing my hair out of the way so he can extend those kisses up my neck.
“Does it still hurt?” he asks against my skin.
I shake my head to tell him no. The pain is more of a dull ache now, that delicious pinch of being too full, but this guy could split me in half, and I still wouldn’t ask him to stop.
“Good.” He pistons his hips and thrusts fully inside, his body still splayed over me, pinning me to the bed.
I whine into the sheets, hoping to muffle my sounds, thankful that the shared wall is with Kai’s room.
His hands cover my bare back, rubbing against my skin as they travel down my arms until they reach my hands, intertwining our fingers. He holds me as he begins to move with pace, fully fucking me.
He feels insane. So incredible. So big. Warm. The way he rolls over me. God, he must look like a fucking porn star riding me right now.
His lips stay hovering next to my ear. “You’ve been like poison this summer, you know that? Seeping into my system and ruining me slowly.”
I moan, lifting my ass to meet him in pace.
“Pretty. Fucking. Poison.”
He continues to whisper dirty words into my ear, feeding me his cock over and over again. One of his hands leaves mine, slipping between me and the mattress until he finds my clit.
“Ace.”
“Mmm,” he hums. “I love when you call me that. What do you need?”
“Flip me over. I want to see you.”
He pauses. “Really?”
We’re both terrible at holding strong on the pathetic rules we make for ourselves, apparently.
“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.