CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Kye
IWAS THE WORLD’S BIGGEST ASSHOLE. FUCKING HELL. I SCRUBBED a hand over my face in the bathroom’s too-bright light. The space was far too over-the-top: the steam shower, the massive tub, the two huge sink spaces with a vanity between them.
The entire time I’d designed it with the architect, I’d imagined Fallon filling it with her trinkets, her ridiculous array of face products, her scent, and her energy.
And now that she was here? In the space where I’d always imagined her? I was fucking it up left and right.
I stared down at my hand, my fingers tingling and burning. There was no heat like Fal’s heat. Everything about her scalded, leaving scars I’d wear with pride until the day I died.
Moving to the sink, I turned the water as cold as it would go and splashed some on my face. Unfortunately, it didn’t do a damn thing to quench the need coursing through me. And it was only night one.
“Fuck.”
I took my time brushing my teeth and trimming my scruff, which had nearly tipped into beard territory. I even gargled with the damn mouthwash I hated. But maybe burning my mouth with hellfire would stop me from imagining having it all over Fallon’s damn body.
Cracking my neck, I walked into the bedroom. Only the soft light on my side of the bed was on. And it didn’t do a damn thing to help me.
The day had clearly gotten to Fallon because she’d already crashed. Her blond hair cascaded over the pillow, but a few strands had fallen over her face. They fluttered with each deep exhale.
Something foreign moved in my chest, like my organs rearranging into another formation.
My back teeth ground together as I took in the pillow barrier Fal had created.
She didn’t stop at just one to separate our two spaces.
Instead, she had four different ones in place from the foot to the head of the bed.
Because I was the asshole who’d made her think she had to. The bed was large enough for us to have plenty of room without a wall, but I didn’t trust myself.
Crossing to the bed, I pulled back the covers and slid inside. I turned out the light but couldn’t help turning toward Fal. Even in the pitch dark of the room, she called to me. Everything about her reached out like invisible, bewitched fingers, beckoning me forward.
But I didn’t let myself touch her. Didn’t let myself move even a single pillow. Instead, I whispered into the dark, “I’m sorry.”
Fire licked at my thigh—scarring, blazing tendrils of flames. It swirled, engulfing me and making every part of me come alive with want and need.
A soft moan had my eyes flying open. It took me a second to realize where I was: the new house, my bedroom.
And in the massive bed with me … Fallon.
Gone was the pillow wall she’d so expertly put in place last night. Instead, Fal was curved completely around me, and I around her. It was difficult to tell where she ended, and I began.
And there was something so damn right about that.
One of my arms wrapped around her waist, while my other hand was tangled in those soft, blond waves. Our legs were completely intertwined, one of my thighs between hers while the other held her in place. It was like my body had entrapped hers and refused to let go.
Fallon rocked against me, the blazing heat of her core searing my thigh. A million curses flew around in my mind as she let out another moan.
Her back arched, pushing her harder against me, and those damn pajamas pulled taut over her breasts. The sleepwear was anything but suggestive, but it somehow managed to be the sexiest thing I’d ever seen a woman wear. The thin cotton revealed more than Fal realized.
Her nipples pebbled against the fabric, and I could imagine tracing them with my tongue. My fingers itched to palm the curves beneath her breasts, to feel them filling my hands as she rode me. My dick pressed hard against my sweats, against Fallon.
Fucking hell.
She moved, still asleep and blissfully unaware of what was happening here. I should’ve woken her or turned away. Something.
But the temptation was too great. It was as if this were the one way I could have her—in our dreams.
She was stunning as she gave in to her need. Her body moved on instinct, finding and taking the rhythm she needed. My sweats grew damp with that need, and my dick pulsed, wanting nothing more than to get to her.
It had made do with only my hand for so damn long. Now, I was about to come in my pants like I was thirteen all over again. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to watch Fallon come apart. To know what her face looked like as she shattered.
Fal’s back arched again, and her body bowed as she moved back and forth, riding my thigh. Wild. Free. She was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen—taking what she needed, entirely in control of her pleasure yet totally free at the same time.
Her hip shifted, creating the most perfect friction against my cock, and it nearly made me weep. My fingers tightened in her hair. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.
The movement of Fallon’s hips changed, picking up speed and intensity. A soft, desperate mewl left her lips, and my dick pulsed as everything in me drew up tight, almost painfully. Fallon shuddered as the first wave hit her. And as it did, her eyes flew open and met mine.
I expected panic, maybe even fury, but those deep blue eyes never left mine. Fal kept moving as my hand tightened around her waist. Her breaths came in quick pants, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself as she came again. My dick didn’t have a prayer.
The orgasm hit like an uppercut to my goddamned solar plexus, stealing all the air from my lungs as my release hit almost painfully. But I didn’t lose those beautiful eyes as we found it together.
As soon as the wave eased, Fallon’s eyes widened, panic searing through them.
My hands released her instantly. What the hell had I done?
I was already moving, throwing the covers back and launching from the bed. “We were both asleep. It’s not a big deal,” I muttered as I took off for the bathroom.
But that was the biggest lie of all. Because now that I knew what Fal looked like when she shattered, I’d never be able to erase the image. It’d be burned into my brain for all eternity, and I’d be living in hell, having seen that and knowing I could never have it again.