He works out, and it shows on his body. In his shoulders and arms…dear God, don’t get me started. But I’ll tell you this…my tongue plans on spending a lot of time getting acquainted with those veins that run through his strong forearms.
I lift my eyes back to his, and the emotion in them nearly slays me.
“Can I touch you?” I ask softly.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows roughly. He slightly nods his head.
I step forward, lifting my hand. I press my fingertips to his chest.
He sucks in a breath.
His skin is hot to the touch. I run my fingertips over his chest, over the scars and the unmarked skin, tracing down to his six-pack.
“Beautiful,” I whisper. I stare up into his eyes.
Something breaks and then roars to life in his gaze.
He grabs my head between his hands and slams his mouth down on mine, kissing me—no, devouring me—and I willingly let him take me.
Because I’m his.
And he is mine.
I slide my hands up his arms and to his shoulders. I hold him, my nails digging into his skin, needing more of him…all of him.
His erection is pressed up against my stomach, and it’s a tease. I want to see him…feel him.
Lowering a hand between us, I tug on the waistband of his lounge pants. “Pants, too,” I breathe against his lips.
A low chuckle escapes his lips, and the sound thrills me.
“Bossy,” he murmurs.
“Get used to it.” I smile.
His hands leave my head and remove his lounge pants.
It’s in this moment that I discover that Kas doesn’t wear boxer shorts.
“Oh…wow,” I whisper, swallowing nervously.
I’ve known average. But never big.
Kas is big.
His hot gaze meets mine. I see the spark of a grin in his eyes.
Then, he glances down at his impressively sized cock. “Acceptable for you?”
I nearly swallow my tongue at his blatant words. “Mmhmm,” I squeak.
His mouth smiles, and he chuckles. But, very quickly, that laugh disappears when I take my bra off.
“Acceptable?” I dip my chin down at my cleavage, playing him at his own game.
I see his throat work on a swallow.
“Yeah, you could say that.” His words come out on a breath, his voice lined with gravel.
It makes me laugh.
That laughter quickly disappears when Kas moves so quickly that he startles me. He picks me up and tosses me onto his bed.
He climbs up onto the bed and kneels between my parted legs. I rest up onto my elbows and stare up at him.
He’s magnificent. Like a god.
He reaches forward and hooks his fingers into my knickers.
I might not deserve him, but I get to have him. And, selfishly, I’m keeping him.
I lean back, lifting my hips, giving him better purchase to remove my undies.
I watch, nerves swimming in my stomach, as he slowly pulls my knickers down my legs.
His eyes are ablaze and fixed solely on the spot between my legs. He tosses my knickers to the floor, never once looking away from me.
His eyes graze up my stomach, over my breasts, and finally rest on my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you, Daisy.”
His words grip a tight hold of my heart.
“Yes, you do.” My words come out gravelly with emotion.
Leaning forward, he plants his hands on the bed, surrounding either side of my hips, and he presses a kiss to my stomach. My hands go on his head, fingers sliding into his hair. He licks and kisses and nibbles a path upward until he reaches my breasts. He rests his chin between the valley of my breasts and looks at me.
I bite my lip, my chest heaving with excitement.
His lips lift at the corner. Then, he cups a hand around my breast and takes my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh God.” A bolt of lust shoots between my legs, and my hips buck up off the bed, needing contact with him, my clit throbbing with need.
His hand comes off my breast and slides downward between my legs.
With my nipple still in his mouth, his eyes lift to mine. Dark and dangerous and so full of want for me.
It makes my stomach flip.
His fingers slip between me, running over my clit. I’m crazy wet, and I’m not even embarrassed about it. I want him to know what he does to me. How much I want him.
His eyes flare at the feel of me. He releases my nipple from his mouth. “You’re soaked,” he rasps out.
My mouth kicks up. “Well, you’re kinda hot, and you turn me on.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Right back at ya, babe.”
Then, he slips a finger inside me, and all humor between us is gone.
“You’re so hot and tight.” His voice sounds ravaged with need.
“Kas…” I whimper, my nails digging into his arm.
Reading what I need, he starts to move his finger in and out, moving faster, fucking me with it. His thumb presses down on my clit, rubbing in circles over it. He licks his tongue over my nipple before sucking it back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks.
I’m writhing and panting, needing this and him and more, so much more.
Then, he’s leaving my breast and kissing his way down my body, shifting lower. His finger lodged inside me, he stills it and puts his mouth on me. His tongue sweeps over my clit, and I cry out.
My legs widen shamelessly. My fingers glide into his hair again, and I push the strands behind his ears.
His eyes momentarily lift to mine, and the look in them almost brings the orgasm out of me. I’ve never seen such a look of pure need and desire and want.
He licks and sucks on my clit, and he starts fucking me with his finger again, driving me higher and higher.