Fourteen
With that small consent, he leans in until I’m sure I’ve stretched to accommodate every inch of him. He punches his hips forward. The sudden move to claim even more space robs me of breath.
“Fuck,” he breathes into the space between us. “You okay?”
“Yes… My God, yes.” I close my eyes and reach for control I no longer have. I’m trembling in my effort not to move, not to cry out and beg for more. But that’s what I want. More. Harder. Faster. Please… Please.
“Say it again,” he rasps.
I blink up at him. Only then do I realize I muttered the pleas out loud as they rang through my thoughts. He withdraws to the tip and lingers there, waiting.
“More,” I whisper.
The slow thrust that follows lets me feel every ridge of his cock, every inch of his possession. I’m convinced in this moment that I’ll never tire of the feel of him…of this. The sweetest torture.
My lip trembles. “Harder.”
He pulls back and slams his hips forward again.
“Ah!” The stair treads dig into my back with the pressure. But the deep, satisfying pleasure thrumming in my core offsets the minor discomfort. My thoughts tumble and whirl, ending with the same chanting plea.
More. More. More.
“More. Kase, I need more.”
So much more.
Still, he hesitates.
“Please,” I moan.
My knuckles go white around the baluster. I’m ready to wrap myself around him and take control when he leans in and kisses me hard, plunging deep once more.
“Goddamnit.” He drags his palms down my calves, guiding my legs around his waist. “I can’t do this here and fuck you the way I need to right now.”
When he lifts us, he’s still deeply embedded in me.
I wind my limbs around him and dig my fingernails into his shoulders as he climbs the last few stairs to the landing.
I circle my hips, trying desperately to create more friction between us.
We’re a few steps from the bedroom, but every second it’ll take to get there seems impossibly long.
He must be wired to the same clock, because instead of taking me to the bedroom, he pins me against the hallway wall with a thud. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I think you know.”
I tug sharply at his hair, and he jerks his hips up, driving hard and deep. I cry out and lasso my limbs tighter around him. I’m lost in the fervent rhythm, free-falling into a dizzying bliss.
The way we move together… It’s rough. It’s passionate. I can’t comprehend there was a time when we didn’t have this connection. The heat between us builds until we’re slick with sweat, molded together like we were made to fit.
“You like that? You like when I make you feel every inch of me?”
I groan and my body clenches around the divine penetration. “I love it.”
“Is that all you love?” His heavy question touches my lips with soft puffs of breath. His eyes are hazy with lust and emotion.
As if my senses weren’t already being taken on the most intense roller-coaster of my life, his words hit me with more force than his wild fucking. My lips part with a ragged exhale as I try to separate the depth of what he could be saying from the physical magic between us.
Cutting off the moment, he moves us to the bedroom. He slows at the foot of the bed, lowers me down, and pulls out. My efforts to tug him back to me are thwarted when he wrestles my dress over my head. In seconds, he shucks his jeans, baring every final naked inch.
Lying on my back, I can’t help but gaze up in wonder at him—the glorious, naked sex god I’ve chosen to rock my world, all too aware that he too chose me.
He lifts the corner of his lip in a wry smile. “What are you thinking now?”
I giggle, because my thoughts are largely incoherent. “You make it hard to think when we’re like this.”
“Yeah?” Slowly he draws his hand up the underside of my thigh, all the way down my calf, and lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder. “I’m going to make it a lot harder for you to think about anything but coming in a minute.”
Pushing my other knee out, he slips back inside.
I bow off the bed with a sigh. Withdrawing slowly but not completely, he skims his palms to my hips.
He draws tiny ovals with his thumbs where the bones jut out.
Then he presses his fingertips into the meaty flesh behind and forces my pelvis to tilt up toward him.
The shift is only awkward until he joins us sharply again.
“Oh!”
I suck in a sharp breath and circle my grip around his flexed forearms. The slow drag of his cock against my inner walls feels nothing like the last stroke. Or the next.
“Oh… Oh my God,” I whimper.
Just when I thought nothing could possibly feel better, I’m convinced his cock has just discovered a raw nerve buried in the depths of me.
The sensations ricocheting through me are so intense, I can scarcely breathe through my cries and moans of delirious pleasure.
My pussy is locked around him. I’m trembling uncontrollably.
“Kase… Kase!”
My back arches off the bed as the orgasm tears through me, like a thousand fingernails down every limb. Warm, hot, electric, summoning the attention of every cell of my being.
Pistoning his hips, Kase creates a fierce rhythm. A little more force each time, until the headboard is knocking on the wall. The lamp on the bedside table is casting jittery shadows across the room. And I don’t care if we end up in a pile of rubble if he lets me come again.
Splaying his hand on my belly, he tips his head back. More. Harder. Faster. He gives it all to me. I can’t stop begging, crying out his name, clinging to him through every toe-curling climax.
His muscles flex, carving more beautiful shadows into his body. His torso quakes, and I know he’s there.
“June… Baby… Fuck.” He flexes his jaw and then releases as a groan pours out.
He stills, his cock pulsing warm inside me. He closes his eyes, as if the sensation is too much.
With a ragged sigh, he climbs over me, keeping us joined. Our skin is on fire, and I’ve been nearly torn apart by his rough lovemaking, but I relish the weight of his body over mine. His chest and his heartbeat so close.
He kisses my cheek and lazily caresses down my body. “I told you we’d shake the walls.”
I grin. “You definitely kept your promise.”
He exhales softly. “Are you going to keep yours?”
I turn and search his gaze, somehow even more vulnerable than it was moments ago. I know what he wants before he says it.
“June, I want you to stay.” He cups my cheek tenderly. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
How can I leave when he’s taken hold of my heart so quickly? When the promise of a future with him hangs in the balance? How can I leave before we untangle our dreams?
Still hard, he thrusts gently, and we bind ourselves tighter—arms, legs, hearts. It’s as if he’s expressing the depth of his determination to make me stay, his commitment to this time we’ve been given.
Embracing it all, I caress every inch of flesh I can reach. Over his shoulders and down his rippled abdominals, slowing just above where our bodies meet so intimately. I squeeze my eyes closed, letting the perfect pressure of Kase’s body rule my senses and chase away my fears.
“June,” he pleads with a silken whisper. “Please, baby.”
Flickering his tongue against my lips, I open for his soft kiss.
“I’ll stay,” I say into it, meaning it, fearing it, and hoping against all hope that it’s the right choice.
I wake the next morning the way I have since I arrived. Enjoying the small sounds of nature and the farm at work drifting in through the window. Then a little flutter of excitement spurs me to turn. Only, Kase’s pillow is bare. He didn’t leave a note.
My heart sinks a little, but I immediately scold myself for wishing for something so trivial. Still, I know I’ll never part with the notes he’s already written. They’ve already been stuffed into my suitcase, beside the photo of my parents that I still can’t explain.
Last night was different. More than sex. Deeper than the lust that drove us together. I was hoping maybe he’d found words to describe it. Another day, maybe.
I dress and head downstairs, disappointed anew to find the kitchen lacking a note. Maybe he was late and couldn’t take the time. A half-empty pot of coffee sits on the counter, though, so I take a mug from the cupboard and pour a steaming cup.
The screen door in the back squeaks, and a second later, Kase appears. He’s dressed casually in jeans, a heather-gray T-shirt, and his work boots, coffee in hand. An unexpected hit of relief and happiness washes over me all at once. God, I really am hopeless.
“I thought I heard you come down,” he says with a broad smile. He comes close and kisses me. He tastes like the coffee I’ve yet to savor.
“Why aren’t you working?”
His smile fades a little. “Edwin is home. Came back early this morning and was too restless to hang here at the house. He’s helping Chad now, so I’ve got a bit of a break. I thought we could spend the afternoon together.”
I blink up at him, my heart speeding up as I try to piece together what could have happened at the hotel. “What did he say? What happened?”
He shrugs and refills his cup to the brim.
“I don’t know. He seemed aggravated. Didn’t want to talk much about it, but from what I can gather, your dad was in a rage after he left here yesterday.
I’m guessing he may have taken it out on Edwin.
Probably kicked him out or did something that would make another day under his fancy red roof intolerable. ”
The insult gets under my skin a little, and for the first time since being at the farmhouse, I feel like I’m not where I should be. My father’s beyond upset, and I have no idea what’s going on at the hotel. This is more than a fire to put out, because I lit the damn thing.
“But doesn’t this change things?”
Kase lifts his brows. “It doesn’t change anything. I still want you here. I don’t care if Edwin has to sleep in the barn.”
I stare down into my cup, remembering last night’s conversation and my promise to stay.
I’m nowhere close to being ready to leave Kase, but giving in to his plea in the throes of passion doesn’t resolve anything in my heart when it comes to the land.
I could go home and try to fix this seemingly unfixable situation.
But maybe the extra time here at the farm will give me a chance to figure out a better way to appease my father and save Kase’s family’s legacy.
He tips my chin up, his eyes searching mine. “What’s on your mind?”
I shrug. What isn’t on my mind?
“What do you want to do? Anything you want. I’m all yours,” he presses.
He smirks, and my heart skips a beat. When my thoughts drift to last night, I’m tempted to suggest we go straight back to bed.
But no matter how obsessed I am with the physical highs of being with him, no amount of time between the sheets will guarantee us forever.
And forever is fast what I’m starting to want with Kase.
“If you really want me to stay…” I hook my finger into the top of his belt buckle. “How about you show me the rest of the farm?”
He hesitates. “Are you sure? We could go out—”
“Show me your home, Kase.” I glance up. “Let me see this place the way you do.”
He crosses his arms and looks me up and down, from my bare toes to my frayed jean shorts and simple T-shirt. “All right, June. If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do. You’d better put your boots on, though. Things can get dirty around here.”