Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
“I noticed.” He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let me give you something else to think about.”
“We shouldn’t—”
His fingers trace my collarbone, mapping the line of my throat. “Your choice, Lia.”
“Kylo,” I breathe.
“Say the words.”
“Kiss—”
He steals the rest of my sentence. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. We dissolve into each other, each kiss deeper, hungrier than the last.
A soft moan escapes my throat, and Kylo pulls back, pressing two fingers to my lips. “Think you can stay quiet?”
“That fully depends on you.”
My lips brush his fingers before I take his thumb into my mouth, slowly popping it free. His eyes burn with that same fierce intensity in response. He peels off my hoodie, then slides the straps of my bra down my arms, maddeningly slow.
His mouth finds my nipple, and I arch into him, heat coursing through me like wildfire. His touch elicits another gasp, followed by a warning finger at my lips.
“Shush,” he murmurs, a wicked grin tugging at his mouth. “The sounds you make when I’m touching you belong to me, and me only.”
His deep-blue eyes lock with mine, dark and blazing. He doesn’t look away as he slides my pants down, then his own. Bare and exposed, he eases his hand between my thighs, his touch featherlight and teasing.
He takes his time, every move intentional as his fingers slide inside of me, his thumb rubbing in perfect circles.
“That feels amazing.”
He chuckles low in his throat and slides his hand over my mouth. His expression shifts, desire darkening his features, his need written in every tense line of his body.
“I’m going to take you until you can’t form a single coherent thought. Don’t let them hear you.”
“I won’t,” I whisper against his palm.
“Good girl.”
He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head.
He stalls.
“What’s wrong?”
He exhales a frustrated groan. “The condoms are in my tent.”
“I’m surprised you brought them at all.”
“Knowing I’d be around you?” He arches a brow. “I’d be an idiot not to.”
Fair point.
“I have an idea.”
His fingers twirl, weaving the motion like a spell. A few moments later, a foil packet slips through the flap of the tent and lands squarely in his hand.
I slap a hand over my mouth, smothering a laugh.
He shoots me a wink.
I lie beneath him, ready for whatever he chooses to claim. His hands trail down my thighs, fingers brushing the sensitive crease.
“I’m holding on by a thread,” he murmurs. “And you’re about to snap it.”
His mouth is on my clit now—warm, purposeful—and I gasp, my fingers tangling through his hair as every nerve ending comes alive.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against me.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
His tongue works me with unrelenting rhythm until my body tightens, trembling as a surge of pleasure overwhelms me. My hips jolt, but his hand presses against my stomach, pinning me as I shudder.
Then he kisses me, and I kiss him back with a hunger I can’t hide. I guide him onto his back, then straddle his lap, positioning myself between his knees.
I may be inexperienced, but I’m ready for this. I’m aching to please him.
To mirror the pleasure he’s poured into me.
His hand closes around my wrist, stilling me. “Don’t do anything for me, Lia. Do it because you want to.”
“I want this.”
My tongue explores him, searching for what drives him wild as I watch his body respond. His hands clutch the sleeping bag, his hips twitching beneath me. The groan that leaves him sends a rush of heat through my core.
An exhilarating rush of power floods through me as Kylo surrenders his control.
I’m the reason he unravels in such a beautiful, complete way.
My eyes water as I take him deeper, adjusting to his size, focusing on his every sound and breath.
I tweak my pace, searching for what makes him lose control.
“Fuck.” His hips jerk, shoving himself deeper.
I hollow my cheeks, hot tears spilling over from the sudden, blunt force of him. I let out a muffled, broken choke, my nails digging into his thighs.
He pulls away, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb. “You almost made me come, you dirty fucking girl.”
I’m still gasping, the salt of my tears stinging my lips when he abruptly flips me onto my back. I let out a breathy, startled laugh.
“Kylo, hush,” I whisper-shout, pinned beneath his weight. “You’re the loud one.”
He adjusts us, his palm pressing flat on my stomach as he spreads my legs, aligning himself above me. After rolling the condom on, he slides into me.
Every motion pulls something deeper out of me. The friction. The closeness.
It’s like we’re existing on another plane. He sinks deeper, and I cry out, only for his hand to cover my mouth as his lips move to my neck.
My eyes nearly roll back.
“Look at me,” he demands, his voice a low scrape against my skin. “I’m going to watch every shade of green in your eyes as you come.”
My gaze locks onto his as my body clenches around him.
The tent fills with the sound of us, shockingly loud in the small space. If Kylo doesn’t slow down, someone’s bound to hear. Each thrust sends me closer to the edge, his pace unyielding, consuming. His lips keep finding mine, as if kissing me is the only way he can breathe.
Tiny gasps escape me, and he covers my mouth with his hand. His cheek brushes mine, the stubble on his chin scratching me as he smirks.
So much for quiet.
He presses deeper, slowing enough for the pleasure to mount in perfect crescendos.
“Come on my cock, Lia.” His thumb finds my clit, and I lose it.
Our eyes lock, and something wordless and deeply intimate passes between us. I come undone beneath him, and he follows with a primal groan.
He withdraws and cleans up with surprising tenderness. When he’s done, he unzips my sleeping bag and pulls me into the warmth, wrapping me in his arms.
I melt into him, resting my head on his chest as he kisses my hair. My fingers trace the hardened lines of his stomach, then drift to the ink across his chest.
“Do the initials belong to your parents?”
“Killian and Arielle Radshaw.”
I brush a kiss to the ink. “It’s perfect.”
He squeezes me, pulling my back closer to his front.
Something inside me shifts.
Subtle.
Dangerous.