Tempting Perfection

“I’d like that.”

We were in this together.

* * *

Just after lunch, I slipped away to my room to find the new lingerie I’d purchased. It was a simple red teddy made of satin and lace. Kurt wasn’t into a lot of frills. I put it on, ruffled my hair, and lay across the bed.

“Hey, Kurt, could you help me with something?”

From the other room, he called out, “Sure, be right there.”

Since the place was tiny, it only took him a second to walk through the door. He was busy on his phone. When he finally looked at me, he paused, mouth open. “You—”

“Yes?”

“You are beautiful.” When Kurt said the words, I felt it more than I ever had before.

Heat crept over my skin.

Kurt unfastened his jeans and slid them down his toned legs. His cock was hard. I licked my lips as I watched him stroke himself a few times. “You want this?”

“Yes.”

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come for me.”

My hands drifted down past my stomach, and I rubbed my clit while bucking my hips to the motion. With a moan, I closed my eyes for the briefest of seconds. When I opened them, Kurt was stroking himself harder, watching me.

With one last flick, I yelled out as the orgasm rolled through me. Kurt’s eyes grew dark with hunger. He stalked toward me, climbed up on the bed, and reached for the drawer with the condoms.

He stopped and pulled back his hand. “I don’t have to use a condom anymore.”

Oh my. Then I laughed. “It would be hard for you to knock me up when I already am.”

We grinned at each other. “Don’t underestimate my swimmers, baby. They’re strong.”

I felt his tip at my entrance. This was the first time either of us went without protection. I was nervous. Being this connected with Kurt would take us to a new level, which electrified and terrified me at the same time. What would this do to Kurt? He was so skittish about relationships.

“You okay with this, Sawyer?”

“Are you? This will change things.”

His eyes searched mine. Lowly he murmured. “I want this more than anything.”

A sense of peace filled me and I smiled. “Me, too.”

Slowly, as we locked eyes with each other, Kurt pushed in. This was the most amazing feeling in the world. Tenderly, Kurt leaned down and kissed my jaw. “I’m yours, Sawyer.”

I moved my head to find his lips. “And I’m yours.”

And I would be his forever. Kurt Hendrix owned me, body and soul.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sawyer

The incessant ringing of a phone was about to send me over the edge. “Kurt, your phone.”

“Hmm…”