5

Moaning against his lips, I hope he’s speaking the same language as I am, understanding every word I’m saying.

“Oh, Kayla,” he grunts. A hand moves into my hair, holding on to it with an urgency that feels like a primal need. As if he’s scared I’ll walk away if I get the chance and he needs to keep me locked with him.

The truth is, I couldn’t walk away if I wanted to.

I walked, no, ran, away from Trent because I needed to. He hurt me in every way possible, leaving physical marks on me to prove it. When I flew home, I vowed I would never, ever let my heart slip out of my hands anymore, but with Bodi, I don’t seem to have a choice. He breaks down my walls with as much ease as a bulldozer, giving me the exact amount of affection and trust I need. He knows what to give me in every single way, amazing me every time he does.

I stop, tearing my mouth away, then press my forehead against his with my eyes closed.

“I want to feel you inside of me, Bodi,” I confess with a breath. “I want you to melt your body with mine. I want you.” When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. The passion is clear and undeniable, taking my breath away. It makes my heart expand to unmeasurable proportions, and I know I’m in trouble. But it’s the good kind of trouble. The trouble that makes you feel alive when everything else makes your senses numb. “I want you to stretch me wide like I’m made for you. Can you do that?”

He holds still, not uttering a word as he slowly pulls my dress over my head. His eyes move up and down my body while he licks his lips. Leaning in, he cups my cheek, brushing his lips over my ear.

“Undress me.”

My hands reach out to unbutton his dress shirt and he watches my every move before I push it off his shoulders. I tug him a little closer, pressing a lingering kiss to his heart.

“You are so beautiful,” he huffs.

With a simple move, he reaches behind my back, snapping off my bra. Dragging his teeth over his lower lip, he stares at my breasts with a yearning that makes my thighs clench. But he doesn’t touch them, instead he brings his gaze up, looking at me with devotion as he unbuttons his pants. His chest moves slowly up and down, and I watch how he lets them puddle around his ankles. Then he does the same with his boxers. When his hard shaft springs free, I suck in a breath through my nose. My pussy is drawn to him, desperate to feel him inside of me. He takes a step forward. His hand lands on my shoulder and he holds on as he starts to push the tip of his finger through my soaked folds.

“What the hell? You’re not wearing panties?”

“Hmm, anything to please my man.” My eyes shut with a smirk, taking in every inch of his touch and he quickly replaces his finger with his hard shaft.

“Damn, Kayla,” he just huffs in response.

His heat burns through my body like a laser, branding me in a different way than before. It’s searing. It’s sizzling. And I know it’s forever. I just know it. No one will ever make me feel the way Bodi McKay does. No one after him will ever have the ability to ignite every fiber in my being like he does. He holds the match that sets off the firework inside of me.

I grunt, throwing my head back, and I hear him chuckle in the distance.

“You like this, don’t you, baby?” He moves his shaft up and down my core at a steady pace. Rubbing my entrance but never pushing through while alternating the same move as he circles in around my clit. Lightly touching it, teasing it, sending a jolt of ecstasy through my hips with every contact.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I huff in a barely audible volume.

I arch my back, groaning at the sensation going on between my legs, until I feel his palm gripping my neck. “Look at me.”

I snap my head forward and my mouth springs open when he slowly pushes inside of me, stretching me wide with a delicacy that makes me want to melt into oblivion. It feels as if my mind is leaving my body while he touches every nerve in my entrance until he’s completely seated. We’re both heaving, our eyes tangled like magnets. His forehead falls against mine and our panting breaths mix. I breathe him in, like he’s the last piece of oxygen in the room, waiting in anticipation for him to start thrusting his hips.

“You are made for me, baby.” The belated answer to my unspoken question makes me gasp for air, and all sorts of emotions rush through my chest. I can’t place them. I can’t fully understand them, but the feeling is overwhelming, completely consuming me in every way possible. As if he can feel how I’m slowly starting to lose my mind, he grabs each side of my neck, holding on to me while, at the same time, he holds me up. My fingers clasp his wrists, keeping my back arched as he gently starts to pull back. When he’s almost left my body, he makes me whimper at the thought of losing our connection before he slams it back inside of me. I cry out in bliss, a delicious shock rippling through me when he hits my wall. Then he does it again, my response never changing.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he orders, never letting go of me. I do as he says, and he sets a steady pace before he puts an arm under my knee to lift it a little. When he hits my wall again, the sensation is magnified, and my eyes grow wide while my lips form an O that makes the muscles in my cheeks hurt.

“Oh, fuck,” I huff.

“Are you okay?” he heaves against my face.

“I’m—Just keep going.” My eyes roll to the back of my head. At first, it feels like I’m flying, but then I feel a gust of wind, and I realize he’s walking us back to the bed. Slowly, he lays me down, lifting my hips a little so he can push deeper. The tip of his shaft touches my wall with a primal grunt coming from both our lips. I’m aching to touch him, but my body goes completely limp, just lying there, surrendered at his touch. My hands grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as he plows inside of me with a gentle touch that has me shivering every few seconds.

“Like that,” I cry. “Keep doing that. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” I feel like I’m losing my mind. Granted, I might be. My eyes find his looking at me with a slight frown while he stays concentrated on his one task. He licks his lips, and I lift my hand to grab his neck, demanding him to kiss me before I push my tongue into his mouth. I arch my back some more, wanting to feel his chest pressed against my breasts. I want to merge with him as one, loving the friction his body creates with mine every time he thrusts inside of me.

He’s right. I’m made for him. Every angle of his body fits perfectly against mine, and my arms are wrapped around his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close as possible. There is something different about our connection this time, as if with every thrust it’s deepened.

He gently grabs my chin with his whole hand, holding his hips still for a brief moment. It gives me the opportunity to catch my breath while his green eyes lock onto mine. His grip is possessive but at the same time so incredibly tender.

“I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

“Then don’t.” It’s an easy answer. I want him to hold on to me until the day I die. Being my friend and so much more for as long as he can.

“I won’t.” Two words. It’s just two words, but they literally knock the air out of my lungs. They make me want to cry out and scream in happiness. The thought of his hand in mine for the rest of my life settles me with a feeling of satisfaction that’s indescribable.

His lips find my forehead before he moves them down to my lips.

“I won’t,” he whispers once more before I feel him slip out of me. With a quick move, he flips my body, stomach down on his gray cotton sheets, and I let out a playful shriek. Eagerly, I lift my butt in the air and he runs his palm over my wet core.

“Oh, you are so sexy.”

I expect him to take me doggy style, but instead, he moves his hand to my front, giving him access to my clit before his weight presses me down into the sheet. He directs his dick toward my entrance again and he slips in from behind while his other hand locks its fingers with mine. His lips start to caress the skin underneath my ear as he pushes himself inside of me at the same pace as before. His body feels like a cloud of heaven on top of me, and with his fingers, he rubs my sensitive nub with care. His movements are filled with intent, but gentle as fuck, quickly bringing my head back to that same daze as before. When he picks up the pace, he makes my core ripple with an electrifying touch every time he moves back in and his grip on my hand grows tighter.

“I don’t think I can live without you anymore.” It feels like a confession, one that’s making me let go of any hesitation, and my orgasm builds.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I huff with my cheeks pressed into the sheets. It’s primal, the way we’re connected right now, but it still fills my heart with a passion I’ve never felt before.

“Let go, Kayla,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let go for me.”

I close my eyes, fully taking in every feeling he’s giving me. When he pinches my clit, I cry out in a delicious pain, and when he flicks it with a steady pace, I quickly feel how I fall into the abyss, the world surrounding us nonexistent. When I feel my quads tense underneath me, his hips do the same, and he falls with me. We both cry out in ecstasy, our bodies jerking until we both stay completely still.

His warm breath is fanning my shoulder. And I breathe into the sheets, taking in the full feeling I have inside of me. Both physically and mentally.

“Damn,” I just blurt. It’s all I can push out, unable to form full sentences.