“I will.”
Her hand settles on my hip. “Now. Please.”
A coil in my lower belly twists and my heart skips a beat. “I don’t know, KK. You’ve been through a lot, I don’t want to—”
She cuts me off with her mouth, her lips parting, body pressed against mine. My cock is instantly hard. Er. Hard-er. I pull back and force myself to do the right thing.
“Babe,” I cup her neck, “It’s been a long day. I know you’re tired and freaked out, maybe we should wait.”
Her thigh hitches over my leg. “If you don’t want me, Ezra Baxter, then we can stop. But if you do, and from what I can feel, you really do.”
I swallow. “I want you so fucking much. You know that.”
“Then show me.”
This time I kiss her, with no hesitation. She straddles my hips. My shorts are thin, and so are hers, and there’s no hiding our physical desire. She sits up, putting all that weight on my cock, and lifts her shirt over her head, revealing her body to me. I reach out and graze her nipples, then palm her tits in both hands. Her back arches, her long, blonde hair trails down her shoulders. She’s gorgeous, sexy, and mine.
In the space of a heartbeat, I roll her so she’s beneath me. I hook my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and drag them down. I stand, removing mine next.
“Shit. Hold on,” I say, kissing the tops of her feet before darting to the bathroom for a condom. I catch sight of my body in the mirror. Lean, fit, hard-packed muscle, my cock dark and erect. The coil that ties my dick to my balls twists tight. I rush back to the bed, tearing the condom with my teeth. Kenley lies on the bed, hand between her legs. I could come now, before I’m even inside her, but I steady myself, and roll on the condom. I grab her by the hips, dragging her to the end of the bed.
She smiles and wraps her legs around my waist. As I enter her, I kiss her, feeling her hot tongue and her warm pussy.
“Jesus,” I mutter in her mouth.
My mind blanks for a minute, emotion overtaking me. Being inside her. With her. I’ve wanted it for a long time, all those days of watching her in class, of her riding behind me on my motorcycle. Horny, desperate, hours jerking off to her in the shower. She shifts and it brings me back to my senses.
“You okay?” she asks me.
I chuckle darkly. “God, yes.”
My body thrums and I thrust my hips, gripping her ass. Our eyes connect and she lifts her legs, allowing me to go deeper, to set the rhythm. I kiss the inside of her knee, I stroke the hot, pulsing spot between her legs. She feels so good, so tight, so perfect. Her hands fist the sheets and her lips part; short breathy pants mingling with my own deeper grunts.
Ecstasy surges through me, and I bite down on my bottom lip. I can’t hold out any longer—it’s already been long enough—she gasps, her breath taken away, her pussy quivering around me. She squirms, riding her high, but I use my strength to hold her still, thrusting deep. Groaning—coming hard.
We slow, skin slick. Mind melted. I pull out, and clean up, before climbing back in the bed. Like magnets we roll together, skin-to-skin, body against body, hearts pounding, bodies satiated.
“I’ve waited so fucking long to do that,” I say, taking her head with both of my hands.
“Was it worth the wait?” she asks, so close, so sexy the urge to do it again is barely under the surface.
“You’re worth everything, Kenley Keene. Never underestimate that.”
I don’t know if she believes me, but I hope she does. I hope she carries my words, the way my heart thuds in my chest, the way my cock reacts to her, with her in the days that come.
Because we’re going to be tested.
And I hope this is enough to bind us together.
38
Kenley
“Babe.” A heavy hand rests on my back. I blink and look up into Ezra’s handsome but tired face. I smile until I see the movement behind him, then jerk up, holding the sheet against my chest.
It’s Finn and Ozzy, both with grim expressions.
“You guys get dressed,” Ozzy says. “Dave texted. The chaperones are knocking on doors.”