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.
“Have you been planning this the whole time, Miller? Ever since that elevator, where you wouldn’t stop talking.
You knew one day I’d have to pin you to the wall and make you shut up, didn’t you?
” He squeezes my thigh again, his other fingers rolling slow torturous circles over my clit.
“And goddamn , these legs are going to feel so warm on my cheeks when I bury my tongue right here.”
A finger slips inside, slowly working its way deep.
An unexpected gasp escapes from my lips, but I’m ready for him. I’m wet, judging by the sound of my skin as he works in and out of me. My entire body is hot, waiting for him to ease the ache.
He keeps his mouth close to my ear. “Are you clenching on my finger already, Miller? I’ve barely started and you’re desperate, huh?”
Kai may have lost a little self-assurance along the way, may have had his sole focus on his son, but the man is clearly experienced even if he hasn’t done this in a while. His hold on me, his words, they’re brimming with confidence.
I love it.
He might not know it, but this is what I need in the bedroom. Someone else to take control. At work I’m in charge, telling others what to do, but here I want to turn that part of my brain off and simply comply.
I swivel my hips as Kai strokes inside of me.
“More,” I beg. “Please, more.”
He kisses me, speaking against my mouth. “Do you want more fingers, or do you want my mouth?”
“Both.”
He laughs and it’s a little evil. “So greedy.”
Stroking through my wetness, he coats his thumb before he rims the entrance to my ass. Cautiously, he takes his time circling, warming me up before he slips it in, pushing just the tip inside.
My body crawls up the wall from the foreign feeling, but I take a breath to realize I might actually love it.
No man has ever touched me there, but I’m not mad about the new sensation one bit.
I especially love when he adds a second finger in my cunt and strokes in tandem as I drop back down and writhe against him.
“Still not enough?” he asks, absent-mindedly rocking his hips into the cradle of mine.
He’s so hard and I just want to see it, feel it. Suck it.
“Miller.” He nudges his nose against the column of my throat before licking his way down it. “Answer me.”
I don’t know how to answer. It feels like too much but not enough all at the same time. He has the best set of hands I’ve ever seen and knowing they’re inside of me elicits some insanely hot visuals, picturing him pumping in and out.
“You need my mouth?”
“I need your dick.”
He chuckles. “Patience, Mills. I want to get you off at least once first. Who knows how long I’ll last once I’m inside of you.”
Head falling to the crook of my neck, he finger fucks me while also thrusting his pelvis into mine, burying me against the wall. It’s all I can do to hold on to his shoulders and hang on for the ride.
He smells good, feels good. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.
There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to come yet.
This guy’s got me hooked more than anyone else before and I’d rather my body not betray me by telling him in the first three minutes.
But then he curls his fingers, and with the way we’re positioned, the back of them strokes my front wall and I’m all but shuttering and falling on his hand.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Ride my hand, Miller.”
My legs tighten around him, holding his hips to give my clit a bit of friction as he works inside of me. Heat and pressure coil in my lower belly. He strokes his fingers once more and I come.
I come so hard it’s like I haven’t been touched in years, when in reality, it was only a few nights ago I came on his kitchen counter then again in his guest room.
Hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, I ride my way through it, every muscle in my body tightening.
My heart beats out of my chest which I’m sure he can feel against his own, and being the experienced man he is, he keeps his hips pinned to mine, allowing me the needed pressure.
He doesn’t change pace, he doesn’t pull back, he maintains and lets my orgasm ride as long as possible.
“So fucking beautiful when you come,” Kai rasps, his fingers still moving to make sure I’ve completely finished.
Our lips graze until I can finally speak again. “You’re beautiful when you make me come.”
He chuckles against my mouth.
When I begin to slump, he gently removes his thumb then his other fingers, fixing my underwear as if it’s not about to be on the floor, and sets me back on my wobbly feet.
Not wanting to give him the chance to stop this again, I drop to my knees, palms grazing his body until they land on his thick thighs for support.
And dear God, my hands look tiny on him.
Kai looks down at me, all big and towering. “What are you doing?”
“I’m praying.” Finding the button on his pants, I unzip. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”
His hand lands on top of mine to stop me. “If my cock goes anywhere near that mouth of yours, I’m going to be done, and I’d really like to be inside your pussy when that happens.”
Jesus. How does he make coming too quickly sound hot?
“It’s been a year, Mills.” With a finger under my chin, he tilts my head up. “And I’d like to make sure you’re thoroughly fucked before the night is over.”
Backing away towards the bed, he uses a single hand to pull his shirt over his head, pants open and low on his hips, nodding towards the mattress.
“Come.” His tone is all innuendo with a smirk that’s all charm thanks to our little inside joke.
And I’m over here still on my knees. Literally and figuratively I’m on my knees for this man.
The guy is long and lean and defined. Not too bulky, but clearly strong, and on top of it all, he’s so good. Kind. Thoughtful. Dependable.