Massive, thickened, and throbbing with his need.
Pointing toward the sky, it bobbed in front of my face, swaying just to the right, just as arrogantly confident as the rest of this mesmerizing man.
“This is what you do to me, Hope. This. Every time I see you. Every time I think of you. This.”
A shiver rocked me to the core.
My core, which had been sated to a simmer, was stoked into an all-out blaze again.
My tongue darted out to wet my dried lips, my fingers shaking and shaking when I reached out and tentatively traced them down the velvet skin.
His hips bucked, and his stomach clenched.
“Hope, baby, are you trying to embarrass me?”
I peeked up to find him gazing down at me, as if he were riveted by the feel of my hands on him. Touching him.
“I don’t think that’s possible, Kale Bryant. I don’t even know what to do with you.” It came on the huff of a breathy laugh, a tease and the utmost truth.
The truth was, my stomach was twisted in a million intricate knots when I took him in my trembling hands, circling him at the base. The crash in my heart an uncontrolled bang, bang, bang.
A groan jutted from his mouth. “I think you’re doing just fine starting right there.”
“This is okay?”
“Yes.” It was a long moan when I ran my hands up and back down before I picked up a slow pace, letting one hand glide over his dripping head each time.
“Just like that,” he said.
Leaning forward, my tongue darted out, flattening across the tip.
Tasting him.
“Or that. Yes, that. Fuck, Princess. I think it’s me who doesn’t know what to do with you.”
But he did.
Because his hands landed on either side of my face, and I held him while I looked up at him.
The man lit up in the blaze of the sun.
A conqueror.
A champion.
“Suck me, baby.” It was a grunt, his tip nudging at my lips. “Let me have that sweet mouth.”
I wanted to tell him I would give him anything, but he was already tugging me forward, begging his own plea.
My lips parted, and I drew him into my mouth.
My insides clenched.
Why did I love the feel of his flesh on my tongue? Why did I ache with the impact of his soft grunt?
He drove his fingers into my hair. They dug in deep, spreading out, all the way over the back of my head until his fingertips were brushing the back of my neck.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Hope. Hold on, baby.” His hips surged forward, my hands and mouth and heart full of him.
Overflowing and somehow wanting more.
More.
I whined around him, trying not to gag as my trembling hands spread out to clutch his hips.
He drove deeper and deeper with each of his slow thrusts. As if he were carefully claiming me while I felt frantic to demand all of him.
“Fuck . . . so good, baby. Just like that. Your mouth is perfect. So perfect. Just like the rest of you.” It was a muddled jumble of pleasure that tripped from his tongue.
His wicked, delicious tongue.
More.
My spirit sang, and those hidden places that Dane had beaten down danced.
Freed.
There was some kind of magic in touching Kale this way. Power in making him moan. Power in hearing his pleas rumble from somewhere in the depths of him.
Both of us unchained and unbound.
His stomach tightened just the same as his fingers tightened in my hair. He gave a little yank, and I tipped my gaze toward his magnificent face.
I was literally brought to my knees by the magnitude of what I saw there, my body slipping from the edge of the couch to kneel on the floor.
Held by the raw, unbridled possession.
The passion and the need.
Hunger.
Never before had it been so fiercely directed at me.
“I’m getting close. Can you take it?” It was a warning that pressed between his lips, grit and lust and desire. Every inch of him trembled in restraint, muscle rippling and twitching as his own pleasure gathered.
My hands moved to his chiseled ass, gripping him, my eyes wide, begging him to let me be the one to give him what he needed.
To be the one who believed in him. To hold all his secrets and hidden desires. To be the one to cherish him in the highs. To stand beside him on the lows.
Because I wanted him to be a part of all of mine.
“Sweet girl,” he murmured. So softly. As soft as his gaze that traced over my face.
Riddled with affection.
Lined with fear.
One second later, Kale let go.
I let him possess me as his hips began to snap, desperate in their play.
His thrusts wild.
Unhinged and uncontrolled.
And maybe I was a fool, thinking I could have stopped it. Kept it away. The chaos that rose and lifted and shivered in the bright, blinding light that poured in behind him.