Tracing his finger over my lips, he left a trail of cream on my mouth. His eyes darkened as he watched before leaning forward to lick the sweetness away. It was intensely erotic, and my lips parted allowing my tongue to meet his.
Finding the edge of my tank, he lifted it over my head, returning his hands to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth as I reached for his shirt. I needed to feel his skin against mine again.
He allowed me to lift his shirt, but as soon as it was off, he turned me so my back was against his chest. One hand moved from my breast downward between my legs, and I moaned, dropping my head back against his shoulder. Sensations flooded my brain. His fingers circled my clit, and as he kissed a line from my neck to the center of my shoulders, the light scruff of his beard sent chills flying through my torso.
“Oh, god,” I felt like I was vibrating in his hands. They left me briefly to apply the condom, and then he was back, leaning me forward, his body never losing contact with mine.
My ass was lifted as he slid into me like a knife through butter. One of my arms was bent behind my back, and he grasped it as he thrust, bracing my hips with his forearm, his fingers still circling between my thighs.
He hit me deeper than he’d ever gone, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I saw stars. They were already shooting through my body making me tremble with desire.
“So beautiful,” I heard him murmur, and in that moment, the tightness burst through my limbs.
“Oh, Slayde... Slayde...” I moaned, fisting the sheets in one hand. My other was still pinned behind me as he used it to drive himself deeper into my clenching insides.
I came so hard, my eyes squeezed shut, and in two more swift moves, he fell over me, a ragged moan rippling from his chest. Gasping, he released my arm, circling my waist, holding me tight against his chest.
His heart beat at my back, and I heard his breathless whisper. “So fucking good.”
We lay that way, still connected, pulsing for several moments longer. I was snug against his body, eyes still closed, and his mouth was pressed to the back of my shoulder. I wanted to kiss him, so I moved forward before turning in the bed to face him.
Blue eyes smiled down on me as I touched his cheek. “I love the sound you make when you come,” I whispered, stretching my chin up to kiss his lips.
They parted and he licked inside, smooth and hungry. “You make me crazy. You’re so small, and yet so...”
“Responsive?” My nose wrinkled with my laugh, and he smiled back.
“I was going to say open.”
“Same thing.”
Resting my head on my hand, I traced a finger along the letters inked at the top of his chest. From the corner of my eye, I noticed his lips tighten, but I asked anyway. “What does it mean?”
He rose onto his forearm and reached for the white tank he’d taken off me. It was over his head and covering his torso faster than I could see anything lower.
“It was my fighter name,” he said, turning his back to dispose of the condom before lifting the bottle of water I’d left on my nightstand. I watched him almost drain it before leaning back against the headboard again. I pulled myself up beside him.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You had a career as a fighter. Lots of guys do that.”
His eyes dropped, and he looked at his hand, opened then clenched into a fist. “That name reminds me of what I was. It keeps me from going back there again.”
My voice was quiet. “What happened? Did you have an accident?”
He expression was so pained in that moment I almost couldn’t bear it.
“Nevermind,” I said fast. “You don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry for asking.”
He met my eyes, brow clutched. “I used to be pretty messed up. It took a lot of work, but I learned to be a different person, to control it. Now I’m trying to start over and live a better life. A saner life.”
Smiling, I lay my palm flat against his cheek. “I hope you’ll let me help you.”
“You already have. More than you know.”
Chapter 17: “Though she be little, she is fierce.”
Slayde
I didn’t spend the night with Kenny. I wanted to. Everything in me wanted to sleep with her all around me, make love to her again and again, the way we had the night before. But I had to get away and think about what was happening here. I had to think about the questions she was asking and how I wanted to answer them.