Chapter 42 The Dream #2
I pull him into the room, tugging him toward the windows. “Look at this light. Do you know what I could do with this light? I could paint for hours in here. I could—“ I gasp, spotting something I missed before. A small refrigerator in the corner. “Is that for—“
“Keeping certain paints and materials at optimal temperature. Celeste said some things are sensitive to heat.”
I burst into fresh tears.
“Baby, are you okay? You're scaring me a little.”
“I'm happy,” I wail. “I'm so happy I can't contain it. This is what happens when I'm too happy. I leak.”
He laughs then, pulling me back into his arms. “Leak all you want. I've got you.”
I cling to him in the middle of my perfect studio, crying and laughing and feeling so full I might burst.
“I love you,” I say into his chest.
“I love you too.” He kisses the top of my head.
We go back upstairs for a quick shower and an early dinner. We're both emotionally exhausted and sleep-deprived, but neither of us wants this day to end yet.
He's relaxing on the couch, reviewing emails on his laptop, nursing a glass of whiskey while I scroll on my phone next to him.
I'm learning the things he likes doing. He's becoming part of my life in ways I couldn't have imagined a few months back.
The way the light hits him, he could be a model posing for a tasteful ad.
Men's clothes. Whiskey. The watch visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves.
“Kai...”
He lifts his head. “Yes?”
With a surge of confidence, I take his laptop and place it on the coffee table. I straddle his lap carefully, and his hands grab my hips like it's the most natural thing. Our lips meet in a kiss that's both tender and urgent.
“I've missed this,” he breathes, his voice husky as he kisses me deeply.
“Me too,” I whisper, my hands tangling in his hair.
We make out slowly, savoring every moment, every touch. It's not just about the physical connection. It's about healing the spaces between us. Reminding each other what we mean.
Desire pools low in my belly as I start to grind against him. Kai groans, the sound deep and guttural, as he hardens beneath me. A soft moan escapes my lips, and the tension between us shifts. Intoxicating. His hands slip under my shirt, his touch warm and reverent as it skims over my skin.
“Emma,” he breathes, his voice rough with need.
I lift my arms, letting him pull the shirt over my head. It falls to the floor, forgotten. His eyes darken as they roam over my exposed skin, his gaze igniting a heat that spreads through me like wildfire.
“God, you're beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to trail soft, lingering kisses along my collarbone. His lips are warm, his breath hot against my skin, and I arch into him, my body singing with every caress. “Naughty girl. No bra.” He teases me as I squirm under his touch.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, movements frantic and unsteady as I tug it open.
I need to feel him. His skin against mine.
The connection between us tangible and unbroken.
I run my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos, my fingers skimming over bruises that haven't yet faded.
“Careful, baby,” he murmurs.
“I know,” I whisper. My hands pause briefly before continuing their exploration.
Our movements grow more urgent as we shed the rest of our clothes. He shifts slightly, wincing as he adjusts his injured leg, and I move quickly to help, sliding his trousers and boxers down carefully.
“You don't have to...”
“I want to.” I meet his gaze as I undress him.
“I'm looking forward to doing this when I'm not broken,” he groans.
“Do you want to stop? Am I hurting you?”
“Come here.” He pulls me into a deep kiss, the warm taste of whiskey lingering on his lips.
He's hard and ready for me. I stroke him, silky and hot under my fingers. His hips push against my hand, and I enjoy seeing him so frantic for my touch. I can't wait any longer. I need him.
“Kai... condom?”
“Slow down,” he murmurs against my throat. “We have all night.”
“I don't want slow.”
He laughs, low and dark. “Too bad.”
I nip at his shoulder in retaliation, and that only makes him chuckle more. “Let's go to bed,” he says. “Our first time shouldn't be on a couch.”
I have nothing against the couch, but I let him help me up. He stands, and he's a masterpiece. Naked. Chiseled muscles from his chest and abs to the deep cut V of his hips and thighs.
“Like what you see?” He grins, patting his abs.
I nod, temporarily at a loss for words.
He guides me to the bedroom, his hand warm against my back. He spins me around, and his mouth finds my neck, my collarbone, the spot behind my ear that makes me gasp. I hold onto his shoulders to stay upright.
“Let's take these off, okay?” He slides my leggings down and off.
Cool air hits my skin, followed immediately by the warmth of his mouth. He traces a path from my knees up my thighs to the apex between them. He presses his mouth against my panties.
“I love the scent of your pussy,” he growls. My head falls back as he presses his fingers over my seam.
“Kai, please...” My fingers tangle into his hair as he keeps teasing me over the fabric.
“Please what?” He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
He pulls the panties down my legs, and I stand naked in front of him. I don't have time to feel insecure.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.” His mouth closes over one nipple and I cry out, the sensation shooting straight to my core. He lavishes attention on one breast, then the other.
He slides his hand between my legs and I arch against it, seeking friction.
He slips one finger inside me, then two, stretching me slowly while his thumb keeps a teasing rhythm.
“So wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” The word comes out strangled as he circles my clit. “Only you.”
I rock against his hand, chasing the pressure building up.
He suddenly moves his hand away. “Kai...”
“Shhh, I got you, baby.” He walks me backward until my legs hit the bed. He eases me down and follows, his body covering mine. His weight on me is perfect. He kisses me deeply, his tongue stroking mine, while his hands explore my body. Teasing. Grabbing. Shivers run down my spine.
“That's it.” His voice is rough, strained. “Let me feel you.”
I grind against him. “I need to feel you.”
“Let me get you ready a bit more.” One finger, then two. His thumb returns to my clit.
“Oh my God, Kai...” The pressure builds again as I arch against him. His eyes never leave my face.
“Can you take three fingers, baby?”
I grip the bedsheets as he stretches me slowly. “Oh, it's too much,” I moan.
“Getting you ready for me. You're so tight, babydoll. I don't want to hurt you.”
The orgasm crashes over me without warning. I clench around his fingers, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me. He works me through it, drawing out every last shudder.
When I finally come down, he's watching me. Hair messy. A light sheen of sweat on his chest.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he says.
I pull him down and kiss him hard. “I need you inside me.”
He reaches for the nightstand. I take the packet from him and roll the condom on, using the moment to cup his balls the way I've learned he likes. He groans. “Don't ruin me before we've even started.”
“Who needs to be patient now?” I tease him.
He pushes me gently back on the bed and positions himself between my legs.
For a moment he just holds there, the tip of him barely pressing into me. The anticipation is unbearable.
“Kai—“
He pushes inside in one slow, deep stroke.
I gasp. The stretch is exquisite, the fullness almost overwhelming. He holds still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
“More than okay.” I lift my hips, urging him deeper. “Move. Please.”
He does.
He sets a rhythm that builds slowly, each thrust hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Our bodies move together like we've done this a thousand times. Like we were made for this.
“You feel incredible, baby,” he groans against my neck. “So tight. So perfect.”
I can't form words anymore. I can only feel. The drag of him inside me. The weight of him above me. The way his hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise.
The pressure builds again, coiling tighter and tighter. I'm close. So close.
“Kai,” I pant, voice shaky. “I'm almost there.”
He slides a hand between us, fingers finding my clit like he's already memorized my body. He circles gently at first, then with more pressure as he feels me respond.
“Come for me,” Kai commands, his thrusts growing harder, faster. “Let go, baby. I've got you.”
I shatter.
This orgasm is different from the first. Deeper. Endless. It radiates from my center until every nerve in my body is singing. I feel Kaiden follow me over the edge, his whole body tensing as he spills inside me with a groan that sounds like my name.
We collapse together, breathing hard, hearts pounding. He rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I'm draped across his chest.
Finally I lift my head, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes are soft, the usual intensity replaced by tenderness. His lips curve into a small, satisfied smile. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
He pulls me closer, tucking me against his side. “I'm never letting you go. I hope you know that.”
“Good. I need you to hold on tight.” I feel alive, wanted. I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
“Kai?”
“Hmm?”
“I'm hungry.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “I can order something.”
“In a minute.” I snuggle closer. “I'm not ready to move yet.”
“Take your time.” He strokes my hair, slow and soothing. “We have all the time in the world.”
Lying here in his arms, I almost believe him.