CHAPTER 8
Samia
The hand sliding down my back to cup my ass derails me from my aggressive thoughts. It makes my heart stutter, my thigh muscles tremble, and my hands falter around Kian’s throat.
It was the opportunity he needed because Kian squeezed my butt, and the next thing I’m rolled over, and he was now on top of me without dislodging my gripping fingers, not that I’m much of a threat; he hardly seemed breathless at all.
“Sweetheart, you’ll hurt your fingers if you keep squeezing so hard.” He informs like he doesn’t have a deranged woman around his neck trying to choke him to death. Kian proves how easily he can overpower me when he unlocks one of my hands and kisses along each fingertip. “You need these to do your magic shit on the computer. Why so angry, hm?”
Why so angry, he dares ask!
I’ve never found myself in a situation where I wake up with a man holding me lovingly after a deep sleep. Initially, a smile had formed, enjoying the warming sensation. It was like sleeping with a weighted blanket. Suddenly, consciousness surged through me, causing my eyes to snap open and my brain to connect to the online world, where I realized I was partially sprawled across Kian’s bare chest, with his hand tenderly cradling my backside. It was as if we had been sleeping in that position for an eternity. In that brief moment, it felt amazing.
“You got into my bed,” I accuse in a strained voice. The pulse in the side of Kian’s neck, where my other hand holds firm, pumps eagerly. I don’t know what it is about experiencing the rush of his pulse beneath my fingers that deflates some of my anger, but I take a long exhale and look into his eyes. Eyes with huge, blown-out, aroused pupils. Then I see how his gaze drops to my mouth, and I unconsciously tug at my lip with my teeth. Suddenly nervous that Kian, of all people, is half naked in my bed.
“I was tired, dreamgirl, and didn’t want to wake you.”
“You shouldn’t be in my bed at all. Or even in the house. You must have come late; I was awake until midnight.”
His mouth tilts with a minuscule smile, and my stomach muscles clench as his hand brushes the hair from my face. I realize then how frightful I must look. I’m not one of those women who wakes up looking photoshoot-pretty. My hair is usually all over, as though I wrestled several geese in my sleep. But Kian isn’t looking at me with humor. He’s gazing at my mouth again before he brings his eyes back to mine with his trademark, unwavering stare. My breath hitches.
Despite all my confusion about this mythical relationship and my stubborn refusal to accept his assurances unquestioningly, there’s always been a part of me that leans into Kian. I can’t deny he’s been a tower of strength for me over the past months. He’s always there to cheer me up or encourage me when I feel deflated by migraines or my clumsy balance. He’s been the one to reinforce my confidence, telling me I can do anything I want to do. And it’s Kian who shows me I’m attractive even when I haven’t felt it. He’s never hidden the way he looks at me or how his hands always reach for me, even if my resting bitch face is not welcoming to him.
On days when I lacked motivation, the anticipation of seeing his smirk and hot blue eyes was enough to get me into the shower and present myself half-decently. The eagerness to please him has been a constant, even if I haven’t wanted to admit it.
Recognizing us as a couple and understanding how I ended up with the local bad boy has been challenging. What’s also perplexing is his choice to be in a relationship with me, given his history of dating the arm candy I’ve seen him with over the years. I am so not in the same league.
I don’t think I’m ugly and hold no insecure issues with my looks, but I know I’m not in Kian’s league of girlfriends. He requires a bad girl of equal stature to match him step for step.
But the way he skims his fingertips over my cheek and then wanders that finger across my nose and down to linger on my lips, there’s no denying how my body comes alive with attraction for him. Unspoken words create a heavy atmosphere. Everything around us slows down to a snail’s pace.
“I’m wherever you are, Samia. You know this by now. And I’ve waited long enough to get you in my arms.”
I blink, my hands push between us as if I thought I had a chance of holding him at bay. Kian could crush me like a bug. But the stark truth is, I know without question he’d never hurt me. He protects me with everything he is. I might not remember every detail of our whirlwind romance, but I sense against anyone else that he would break them in half if they looked at me wrong.
I’ve held this man at bay for months with only a scowl and some sharp words. All the while, he patiently smiles in return and indulges me with kisses on the forehead, like he’s pandering to a bratty girl. It’s true that I’ve been behaving bratty.
It’s his fault for letting me get away with it. I’m a damn delight with other people! Kian brings out the worst in me.
But he also gets my hormones all worked up like hyper chihuahua puppies.
“W-what do you mean waited long enough?”
As Kian’s head descends a few inches, my body braces for his mouth, but all he does is skim his nose along the bridge of mine. The gentle touch is filled with sweetness and intimacy, causing me to curl my fingers into his bare chest, noticing the unmistakable firmness of his well-defined torso.
“You’ve had a lot of shit to deal with, baby. So I’ve taken this side of us slowly, gotten you used to having me around.”
Before I can hold it back, my tongue flies off the fucking handle, and I exclaim. “You were MIA all day and haven’t even called me.”
His grin pulses blood down between my legs, and the throbbing in my clit is agony. I’m beyond crazy to ache for his touch there.
“You missed me?” he sounds cocky. He also seems pleased. Pressing my lips together, I refrain from telling him how worried I’ve been all day without communication.
My silence doesn’t agitate Kian because his smile increases, and his thumb works over my lip, freeing it from my teeth.
“I missed you too, dreamgirl. I had some business on Long Island that needed my full attention, but you were on my mind the whole fucking day.” He shares huskily, dropping his head again to trace his lips down my cheek. The scratch of his stubble is electric, and it takes all my will not to moan aloud.
With his wandering hands stroking up and down my waist, pawing at my butt, it’s a wonder I can form a thought at all. And when I push at Kian’s chest to dislodge him so I can tip him out of my bed, he’s solid as an unmoveable truck.
He grunts and captures my earlobe in his teeth.
“Keep digging those little claws into my skin, baby. Mark up your man, scratch me all over.”
My hands become instantly still, as does my next inhale. It sits there in my chest, all shocked and scandalized by how sexually forward Kian is talking to me.
The pulse increases between my legs, and I know I’m growing embarrassingly wet, turned on by his overbearing attitude.
As much as I haven’t wanted to admit it, there’s no better man to make me feel womanly again the way Kian does.
“Now, if you’ve quit trying to kill me,” he states with a smirk.
I’m still considering it, but it must be another way because he is impossible to choke to death.
“I’ve waited long enough, dreamgirl.” He murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again, and I sense what he wants, what he’s about to do, because my mouth quickly dries and my brain flails inside my skull.
Excited. Eager and panicky.
Kian might have all these filthy memories of what we’ve done together, but I’m on first-date terms concerning our coupledom. He’s never tried to kiss me properly or tell me intimate details of our dating life.
“Fuck. That look in your eyes is sexy.” He groans, sweeping pieces of hair from my face. That identical hand cups my cheek, holding me in place. Beneath the sheets, my thighs squeeze together, trying desperately to keep all the lust in one place before it explodes like confetti around my bedroom. “Fucking kiss me, Samia.”
I’m so turned on and starved to taste his mouth that I can scarcely think straight. My gaze darts to his full lips, and I hear him groan again. He sounds more desperate than I feel, and understanding that does something funny to my insides. It turns me pliable as his fingers squeeze my waist like Kian can mold my body into his. When I feel the well-defined shape of his arousal, there’s no holding back my gaspy moan. He’s so hard and big. I bet that thing can be seen from the International Space Station.
“Morning breath.” I squeak as a weak excuse, holding a hand against my mouth. It doesn’t stay there for even a second before Kian rips it away and presses it against his chest again, trapping it between us.
“Fuck that,” he growls, and then any thought I’ve ever had falls out of my ears as I watch his messed up bedhead coming toward me, like he means to overtake me in any way he can. Giving a token gasp, that noise is swiftly crushed underneath Kian’s experienced mouth. Not one second of his kiss is sloppy. His lips expertly dominate mine. Right from the get-go, Kian is in charge, and I fold like origami paper under that ability, drowning under all that raging power. Any softness I assume Kian might possess evaporates as he kisses me aggressively. Widening my lips with short, encouraging flicks of his tongue, first to my top lip and then to the bottom. They spring open like only he knows the passcode, and that’s when the first taste of my boyfriend explodes within my mouth.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
I’m dust. One kiss and Kian changes every molecule I have.
His hungry mouth is practically begging for mine, like he’s been craving it for ages. The idea of it is so exciting and sexy.
Something stirs within me, and it’s not fear that someone is kissing the life force out of me, stealing my soul and everything else I possess. The dizzying euphoria knocks me off kilter, and I whimper for every quick tongue flick. My tongue follows his blindly, needing more of his taste and incredible lips.
We cause a forest fire of wet and incredible, grabbing kisses that won’t end, and I never want them to end, because somehow, in my bed, in the early dawn hours, Kian has unlocked something I didn’t even know I had within me. And it’s a primal need to be kissed like I’m the most desirable woman on the earth.
One kiss turns into endless more. Kian groans and deepens, turning my head to a better angle for his plunging tongue and nibbling teeth.
The sensations are overwhelming.
If this is how we were before my accident, it’s a wonder we got out of bed because…holy shiittttt, the boy sure can kiss.
His kiss leaves an indelible mark, like a burning brand on my lips.
It’s ownership in its purest form.
And I fall entirely under Kian’s spell.
In that instant, his power over me was so overwhelming that I would have willingly signed away all my possessions without a second thought.
The drugging kiss continues until my lungs scream a need for air, and I push at Kian’s chest. He resists my cue and delves into a fresh, consuming attack, forcing my moan back down my throat, and I swallow his grunt. Kian’s tongue sweeps over my bottom lip one last time, and then he allows me up for air. We pant into each other’s faces, unbothered even if we have morning breath because our eyes lock. That provocative stare dismantles me.
“Fucking finally.” He says in a husky whisper.
Whatever he means by that, I have to agree.
Why have I been so hesitant with Kian if that’s how we kiss?
Chemistry, this explosive can’t be denied.
Even if we have nothing else in common, the pussy-quivering lust doesn’t lie.
Pleasurable shivers skitter down my spine when I feel Kian stroking the indented part of my waist underneath the covers. I’m entirely washed away by the sensation when those sinful lips go up and down my neck. Angling back, I permit full access because it feels incredible, and I want more, more, more.
“Beautiful girl.” He mumbles against my sensitive skin. It’s a struggle to stay focused or to keep my eyelids open. They’re so heavy, I don’t even remember muttering Kian’s name as I snuggle closer into him, even hooking my leg over his beefy thigh. His mouth turns from tame to seductive, and I moan again, feeling drugged by his attention.
And then I know no more. Bliss and darkness take me in.