36. Chapter 36
Erik
I break the kiss and stare at her for a moment, still utterly dumbfounded. She went out of her way to find all of this out? For me?
“Sorry,” she mumbles, gaze darting down to her hands.
She’s fiddling with the hem of her shirt, cheeks flush.
“Did I overstep? I promise you it’s all information I got from her public social media profiles.
No watching her from my car with binoculars, peeking through her window or rustling through her garbage bin, I swear. ”
“No,” I assure her quickly and pull one of her hands into mine. “You didn’t overstep, not at all, I’m in… awe.”
“In awe?” An amused grin curls her lips as she lifts her face to meet my eyes. “I promise you it’s really not that impressive. I only had to—”
Before she can dive into an explanation of how she learned what my sister’s favorite food is, I snake my hand through her hair and pull her in, capturing her lips in a kiss that makes her melt against me.
My other arm wanders around her back and I pull her closer, kiss her until I can’t even remember my own name and she breaks it to catch her breath.
“Oh wow,” she mumbles against my lips in a breathless whisper, fingertips playing with the hair at the back of my neck. Her touch sends a shiver down my spine and the way she squirms in my lap is enough to make me hard for her.
“Oh wow indeed,” I whisper and capture her lips again, noting the subtle way she moves against my crotch.
Fuck. Kissing her might be my new addiction.
The little whimpers from the back of her throat, the way her breath hitches as I nudge my tongue against hers, that sharp inhale when I squeeze her butt—
“Bedroom,” she mumbles into the kiss and tugs at my hair. “Now.”
Well, no need to tell me twice.
I get up, lifting her with ease and taking the opportunity to put my hands on her butt. Only so I won’t let her fall, of course. Okay, maybe a little because I enjoy touching her butt. And judging by the way she hooks her legs around me and giggles into the kiss, I’d say she isn’t opposed.
It’s really damn challenging to keep my eyes open when all I want is to close them, completely immerse myself into the kiss and hope it goes on forever. Only the promise of something even better makes me blink an eye open so I don’t walk us into a wall or door.
As soon as the bedroom door clicks shut behind us, she tears at my shirt and tries to pull it over my head.
“Off!” She mumbles into the kiss, eyebrows knitted with concentration.
My chest fills with warmth and I grin. She’s so much more secure now. So much more demanding than the last time, and I am loving every damn second of it.
I break the kiss. “Patience. I like this shirt.”
Before she can tear the fabric off me, and she seems tempted to, I lower her on the bed.
“Well, then hurry up.” With her lips pursed into a small pout, she lets me go. Once my shirt is off, I realize she didn’t just sit there and watch me. No, I missed the whole show. Her shirt is already on the ground and her pants are about to follow.
Damn.
I freeze, hands halfway to my belt, and let my eyes rake over her naked form. Her smooth, fair skin, her dark hair fanned over my sheets, her perky breasts…
“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful, babe.” Beautiful is such an understatement. Stunning. Divine. Even those don’t feel good enough for what I want to express.
“And really fucking impatient,” she whispers and sits up, reaching for my belt while shooting me a wink. She hooks her finger into one of my pants belt loops and pulls until I take a step towards her.
I can’t stop grinning. Not as she opens my belt.
Not as she opens my pants or pulls them down my legs and her tongue darts out to flick over her lips.
I can’t help myself. She’s a magnet, my kryptonite, I have to touch her.
So I let my fingers run through her hair.
It’s so soft. Her eyes flutter closed and she leans into my hand and my heart is about to burst.
I am so fucking in love with her. With how she trusts me, how she is an open book for me, with the little smile curling her lips and the way her eyes light up when she looks at me.
Sometimes I still think I must be dreaming. It’s crazy just how much in the universe had to align for the two of us to meet. Yet somehow, it did.
And now we’re here. And…
“Fuck, I am so in love with you, Kylie.” The words are out before I made the conscious decision. Her eyes widen and she freezes.
My heart beats in my throat. Fuck. Is it too early to call it love? Too early to tell her? Fuck, what if-
“Are we making a habit of saying these things just before sex?”
Relief washes over me. She sounds amused, not put off or anxious. My heart is so full, and when she shakes off the surprise and her lips curl into that tiny smile again, it’s only a breath away from bursting into a thousand pieces, out of happiness.
Her eyes dart from my lips to my eyes. She lifts herself up on her tiptoes and runs her fingers through my hair. “I am so fucking in love with you, too, Erik.” She sucks in a breath, as if to brace herself for something, then adds in a whisper, “So much it scares me sometimes.”
Hearing her say it should alarm me. Yet all her words do is make me sigh with relief, because I am so fucking far gone for her.
The concept of her being scared of her feelings for me seems inconceivable.
If only she knew how hard and fast my heart beats for her, how much lighter it becomes when I see her face.
“Never be afraid of your feelings for me, babe. And I promise I won’t be afraid of mine for you. Deal?” She pulls her lip between her teeth to contain her grin. I can’t have that. I want to see it.
Gently, I pull it free with my thumb, letting my hand rest at the side of her face. Our eyes meet. There are so many emotions in hers. Happiness. Contentment.
“Deal.” She palms my cock. And horniness. Definitely horniness.
“I need you, Erik,” she whispers, stroking me and licks a trail up my throat.
“You got me, Kylie. Always,” I growl, breath hitching as her thumb runs over my top, spreading my precum.
“Condom,” she mumbles and holds up the little foil package she must have taken out of my jeans pocket with two fingers.
Perfect.
Right now, I have other plans, though. I lean down, hands on the back of her thighs, scoop her up and flop onto the bed with her. The moment her back touches the mattress, my lips are on hers again, swallowing her surprised squeak, our tongues tangling and hands roaming.
Fuck. I love her so much. And right now, I need her just as badly.
My fingertips dance up her thigh, drawing soft moans from her, and then between them to find her wetness. Damn. I can’t believe how hot, how wet she already is for me. I swipe my finger through her folds, nudge her clit and find her pulsing hole, slowly pushing my finger inside.
“Fuck yes,” she hisses and throws her head back, eyes closed, revealing her throat.
I watch it, mesmerized by the way the muscles in it move with every soft whimper, every moan as I slowly fuck her with my finger, watching every shift of expression, feeling her hot breath feathering over my collarbone.
Suddenly, she opens her eyes and lets her hand glide down my chest, until she finds my cock and palms it, stroking me with the same rhythm I’m opening her up with. Slow, lazy, like we got all the time in the world.
Because we do.
I swallow her breathy moans, her little whines, until she breaks the kiss to suck in a deep breath.
“Fuck, Erik.” She squirms, free hand shooting to my wrist. “More.”
“Your wish is my command.” I kiss and lick a path down her throat, let my tongue toy with her nipple as I add a second finger and gently pick up the pace.
“Oh fuck. Yes!” She lets go of my wrist to fist the sheets, still stroking me. “Erii-hk.” Her voice trembles. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
A satisfied grin tugs at my lips. “Good. Kind of the point.” I keep the lazy rhythm, thumb brushing her clit with every thrust.
“Ah,” she breathes, staring at the ceiling as her entire body goes rigid and she sucks in a sharp breath, arching into me.
“Show me, babe,” I mumble, leaning my forehead against hers. “Love watching you fall apart. Come for me.”
She starts to tremble, her walls tightening around my fingers.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers, letting go of my cock to dig her fingertips into the small of my back. “Fuck Eri-hhk.”
Her eyebrows crease with pleasure, her cheeks turning the cutest shade of pink as she comes apart. Her walls swallow my fingers, cage them like they never want to let them go again, as she moans, entire body shaking with pleasure.
I keep going until her trembling subsides and she takes a deep breath, then keep my fingers still inside her, resting, waiting until she catches her breath. At least I want to. When she blindly searches the condom on the bed and pushes it against my chest once she finds it, I change my mind.
I take the hint and two breaths later I nudge my cock against her warm entrance.
Fuck, she’s so wet. So ready for me.
“Are you waiting for a written invitation?” she asks amused and blinks her eyes open.
Damn. I wish I could take a picture of her right now. Her eyes are glassy with pleasure, her face flush, and her hair sticks to her sweaty skin. She’s so beautiful like this, so beautiful when she’s all mine.
“Do I need one?” I arch my eyebrow and grin at her lazily.
“Fuck no.” The words dissolve into a moan as I slowly push inside. “Yessss. That’s what I’m talking about.”
“Well, if you can still talk, I’m doing something wrong,” I mumble. Her fingers tangle with my hair, then she abruptly pulls me down.
“What you’re doing wrong is that you’re not kissing me,” she whispers, staring at my lips.
“Well, I can fix that.” I capture her lips, my tongue nudging against hers, asking for entrance as I push in the rest of the way.
She’s a lot more relaxed than last time, so I immediately pick up a lazy rhythm, fucking her slowly and deliciously. Like I have all the time in the world.