Chapter 15
Kelsie
The completeness I feel when I’m in Hayes’s arms is something I’ve never felt before. He centers me. Grounds me. Makes me feel whole.
Which is why I slide my fingers through his and guide him out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into my bedroom.
“Kels?” he asks hesitantly, lifting his brows in question as I shut the door behind us and lean against it. I bite down on my lower lip, considering how I want to respond.
My emotions are all jumbled up in my head like cake batter in a mixer. What I’ve learned about Hayes in the last ten minutes has opened up a brand new perspective about who he is as a person and why he did what he did.
Am I still mad? A little.
It takes me a long-ass time to get over shit like this. Just ask my brother.
But what overrules that emotion is how much I want to comfort Hayes right now. To wipe away his pain and sorrow from that awful accident and the grief that followed and distract him the only way I know how.
I push off the door with the heel of my foot and stride three steps toward him, my eyes locked on his the entire time. I press the flat of my palm between his pecs hard enough that he stumbles backward and when his calves meet the bed frame, he falls back onto the bed.
“I accept your apology,” I say, hovering over him as I place one knee on the mattress and the opposite hand on his shoulder, swinging my other leg over his lap. His eyes dart down his torso to where our bodies connect, his erection bulging between us as I give an experimental undulation of my hips. His gaze returns to mine and they flash a sexy note of appreciation, followed by a low groan when I do it again.
“Is this you forgiving me, then?”
I smile coyly, cocking my head to the side and licking my lips. “I don’t know…it depends on how good the make-up sex is.”
I laugh when he lifts his hips up hard enough to knock me off-balance. I steady myself with hands on his chest, my fingers moving lower to lift the hem of his T-shirt. When my fingers find the heat of his skin, I let out a sigh of relief.
“Sex between us has always been good, Kels,” he states on a sexy punctuated moan.
I move my hands along the bare skin, roaming over the expanse of his chest, relishing in his heat. “That’s never been a problem.”
My fingers brush across the soft dusting of hair over his pectorals before I draw a path south, over the muscled ripples of his stomach down to the strip of hair that disappears under his waistband.
I choose not to respond with words and instead push the material of his shirt out of my way and lean down, flicking my tongue along the path my fingers took.
God, how I’ve missed this with him.
I plant wet kisses over the heat of his skin, skimming the sensitive flesh as I wedge my fingers under the waistband of his sweats and tug them down over his hips, past his knees, and down to his feet.
Before I can move to the floor to remove his briefs, Hayes catches my wrist in his hand and lifts his head to pin me with his stare.
“Not to ruin the moment, but I need to know…is Ben still in the picture?”
I shake my head and wiggle my way between his legs to land on my knees with my mouth inches from his protruding cock.
Ben and I met up last night and I broke it off with him, telling him I couldn’t see him anymore. He seemed okay with it, but did ask me if it was because of Hayes. I couldn’t lie and confirmed his suspicions were correct.
Our eyes lock and for a second, I want to spill everything. How I was never into Ben and it was always him who had my heart.
Stillhas my heart.
“I ended things with Ben last night.”
Hayes props himself up on his elbows, a slow smile itching at the corners of his mouth.
“Good,” he says with satisfaction. “So, what are you waiting for?”
I give him a dirty smirk and free his erection from his briefs.
The sight of his beautiful cock has my mouth watering. His straining erection bobs before me and my pussy clenches with the need to be filled; missing the connection. But first I want to taste him.
I wrap his length in my fist and bend forward, swiping the crown of his dick with the tip of my tongue, breathing in his musky, spicy essence. My panties grow damp as I remember our first time together in Paris. How when I took him in my mouth, he praised me endlessly as I brought him to orgasm.
My eyes flutter as I lick the length of his cock with the flat of my tongue and I can’t help but murmur in French.
“Tu me manques, mon amoureux.” Which roughly translates to mean I’ve missed you, lover.
Hayes flashes a devious smile, reaching behind my head to clasp my hair in his hand.
“Moi, aussi,” he says, and then tugs my head back so my mouth falls open on a gasp. “Now take me in your mouth, mon amour.”
I’m not sure if it’s his use of the French language, the desire in his handsome grin, or the dirty command that sends sparks of arousal between my legs, but it is the sexiest request I’ve ever heard. I comply immediately.
In an instant, his length fills my open mouth, my lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth. I slide him over my tongue until he hits the back of my throat. I gag and swallow, my eyes watering from the delicious intrusion.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he mutters in a raspy tone and I smile around him. “I’ve missed you so much.”
His words encourage me as I suck him in and out, swirling my tongue over the head and using my hand to stroke him hard. I glance up at his face and see his half-lidded eyes are glazed over with lust and his grip tightens on my hair, yanking the strands to produce a lusty moan from my throat.
The vibration of the moan seems to increase his pleasure and I do it again, feeling his thighs tighten around me. His cock twitches and then the taste of salty cum floods my mouth.
“Coming,” he sputters, arching off the bed, hips pistoning faster as he releases ropey strands of hot orgasm to the back of my throat. I swallow and breathe through my nose as he finishes with a gravelly growl before he collapses back on the bed.
I pull off, wiping my mouth with my fingers as I rise up and slide next to him on my mattress. Hayes turns his head to face me, his expression serene and content.
If I could paint him right now, I would. His expressive face is so beautiful and says everything I want to hear without words.
He lifts a thumb to my cheek, sliding it over my cheekbone to tuck a fallen lock behind my ear.
“Tu es tres belle,” he says softly and I lean into his palm.
I give him a provocative smile. “You’re only saying that because I just made you come with my mouth.”
Hayes drops his hand, depressing his thumb into my bottom lip before he pushes it inside. I lick the pad with the tip of my tongue that moments before had been coated with him.
He shakes his head, removes his thumb, and leans down to cover my mouth with his. The kiss is sweet and tender, but quickly turns hot and combustible.
Hayes slides his tongue between my lips at the same time he rolls on top of me, his semi-erect cock wedging between my legs.
When he pulls away, he stares into my eyes as if searching for something. I flutter my lashes and lick my lips, the taste of him still lingering.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he says, the sincerity in his tone piercing my heart wide open. “And I’m going to worship every inch of your body until you believe me.”
I stretch my arms out wide and let him undress me until I’m completely naked and he stares down at me with an appreciative gaze.
“Let’s see what you got, lover.”