Chapter 19 #2
Warm water soaks me from head to toe as I step into the shower, waiting for him to join me.
He pulls off the rest of his clothes, slowly, like he’s giving me a show.
One that I enjoy. My back hits the cold and smooth surface of the stone tiles as he steps in, causing a shiver to roll through me as his hands fall to my waist. With his body crowding mine, he takes up most of the space.
His finger grazes my right hip. “Lucky you,” he reads the tattoo, chuckling under his breath. “I’ve been waiting a long time to find this tattoo of yours.”
Except I’m too distracted by his dick to comment. It’s truly something to behold. Not only is he the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with striking blue eyes, dark windswept hair, and a body that just screams with sex… but his dick?
God didn’t miss a thing when creating Kit.
I feel like the lucky one.
“What?” he asks with a light laugh, looking slightly self-conscious at my unflinching stare. “Does it not compare to other ones you’ve seen?”
I shake my head, wrapping my arms around him. “Not even close. In a really good way. I definitely would’ve choked on it.” Happily.
He grins, and his lips find mine. Hands sliding over my body, like he’s memorizing it. Slow, steady. Careful not to go anywhere near my shoulder blades. Kissing me as the warm water runs down his back.
It’s intimate. Sweet.
His hand moves to my breasts, playing and squeezing as the other hand moves between my thighs, stroking me until I moan.
As good as it feels to be worshipped by him, the waiting game is driving me crazy.
I want him to fuck me, and I don’t want him to be gentle about it.
Can he not tell I’m practically melting for him? That I’m a horny mess?
“Kit, please,” I cry out breathlessly.
He positions me towards the glass, grabbing my leg and wrapping it around him as he lines himself up.
My eyes widen in excitement, heart racing as my back hits the cool glass.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for anything in my life.
He enters one inch at a time, eyes boring into mine, as he plays with my clit.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, orgasmic, like all my nerves are on fire as he moves into me.
“Yes,” I cry, feeling myself falling apart with just this.
He smiles and slams all the way into me, filling me deliciously. A loud moan escapes my throat.
“Fuck,” he cries out.
Exactly what he said. It feels too good. But when he begins to thrust, setting the pace, I’m a goner.
“How does it feel?”
“So, good,” I pant. Better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.
He thrusts deeper this time, and I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. He groans, thrusting harder, or as much as he can manage in the space. “This is not as easy as they make it look in the movies.”
I laugh, half-moaning as my head falls back against the wall. But he’s right, his movements are limited, and the only thing I’m holding onto is him. If he falls, we’re fucked, or more so.
This was all a great idea, until it wasn’t. “Bedroom?” I ask breathlessly.
He smiles, setting me down.
After drying off, I wait for him on his bed. Kit finishes his shower, which makes no sense as he’s about to get filthy, but I think he’s trying to be nice. To be a gentleman. Fox comes in briefly to check on me, but I shoo her back to the living room with Bandit, closing the door.
He enters, stopping at the sight of me sprawled out on his bed.
“I found another picture I’d like to frame,” he grins.
My eyes drop to his dick, falling farther.
Distracted by a long, thick scar on his left knee.
Stark white against his tan skin. “It’s from the car accident I mentioned,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t owe me any of this. To be so open and bare. Lord knows I haven’t been honest with him.
“Come finish this, Cowboy,” I say before the consuming guilt overrules my thought. Before I can convince myself I don’t deserve this. That I don’t deserve someone as good as Kit Harlow.
After a few strides, he’s positioning himself on top of me. My body feels so small as he hovers over me with a smile on his face. “And where should I start, Tequila?”
My hand brushes his scruff, memorizing his strong-cut jawline and the feel of his skin. “Kiss me.”
He kisses me, starting with a brush of lips. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I reply against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
His tongue dips into my mouth, and I whimper.
“Tell me what you want,” his breath caresses me.
So, he’s a talker. The man who hates basic social interaction is a talker when it comes to sex. “I’m not—I’m not really good at this.”
His dark brows furrow with confusion. “What part?”
“Talking during sex.” He laughs, catching me off guard. I playfully slap his chest. “It’s not funny.” Crimson burns in my cheeks.
“This mouth is a firecracker, Sadie.” His thumb strokes the freckle near my bottom lip. “I’m sure you’re better than you think.”
His faith in me fills me with warmth. Drowning out the past, at least for a moment. “No, I’m not.”
“You’re the most confident woman I’ve ever met.”
There’s no hesitation in his words. Blue eyes blaze into mine, and I swallow hard, throat closing. “You think so?”
“I know so,” he smiles. “Now, tell me what you want,” he repeats, softer. Running a finger between my breasts.
My lips collide with his. “I want this.” My hand slides down his abs, gripping his length, throbbing and ready. He roughly exhales as I squeeze. “And this.”
His glassy eyes meet mine with a grin. “And?”
“And I want you to get lost in it. Give me everything you have.”
“Done,” and then his lips are on mine. Kissing me and running his calloused hands along my body with desperation. Passionate and consuming before he thrusts into me.
He starts slow, building me up to a moaning mess with just the tip. But when I beg for more, crying out his name, he unleashes, burying himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps. “Taking me in your tight, perfect pussy like you were made for me. Do you realize how fucking good you feel?”
A wave of orgasm floods through me at his words.
His balls slap against me, heightening the sensation.
Every moment is euphoric, and every thrust is ruining.
His hands are focused on maximizing my pleasure, squeezing and exploring every inch of my curves.
His tongue dives into my mouth and then drifts to my neck, sucking my skin like he needs the taste.
All of his movements feel so damn good. Surely destroying sex for me forever with anyone but my dirty-mouthed cowboy.
“Kit,” I moan breathlessly. Core clamping around him, ready to combust.
“That’s right. Choke me out, Tequila. I want you to come all over my dick. Squeeze me and suck me dry.”
The scream he pulls out of me as I reach orgasm sends me to another level, another place where bright stars glitter in my vision.
He was right about giving me an orgasm that would make me see stars.
I feel as if I’ve entered into another dimension.
My nails run down his back, strong and honed from hard work.
Probably leaving marks on his skin as he comes just as hard, bursting inside me.
His eyes stay on mine, smiling with sweat beading on his forehead. I swear his eyes are at least two shades brighter. He kisses me before rolling over, running a hand through his hair. Cursing softly under his ragged breaths.
I wonder if he saw stars, too.
His toned, muscular body glistens with sweat, pooling around his abs. Just the sight of how strong he is fills my body with heat. I allow him a brief moment of rest before straddling my legs around him. Settling in for another go. His eyes light up with surprise, quickly shifting to desire.
Damn, he looks good when I’m on top.
“Okay, Cowboy. Round four.”
“This would be three,” he replies.
My brows furrow in confusion. The loft, the shower, then world-shattering sex in his bed… that’s three, making this next round number four.
“It’s only considered a round if I make you come. Sadly, I didn’t have enough time in the loft to properly get you there,” he grins, tapping my chin.
Goosebumps trail along my spine, igniting a fire in my core. “You’re a surprising man, Kit Harlow.”