I feel beautiful when he looks at me like that, wh
en he touches me and holds me and strokes me like I’m the only woman in the world. I know it’s a lie, know he’ll probably be with another woman long before I’m ready to let him go, but right now I can’t bring myself to care. Not when he’s looking at me like I’m his whole world.
Kian leans forward, pressing himself against me until the strength of his chest and shoulders is the only thing keeping me upright. Then he bends his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.
He sucks me deep and I gasp, beg for mercy. But he has none as he bites and licks, sucks and nuzzles me straight into ecstasy.
Wrapped up in the incredible heat burning through me, the climax catches me by surprise. Though I’d known I was close—so close—I hadn’t expected to hurtle over with nothing but the touch of his mouth on my breast.
But there’s a roaring in my head, a fuzziness that overtakes me as a freight train of pleasure slams through my body. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and it leaves me with no choice but to hang on for the ride.
My body convulses again and again, wave after wave of ecstasy shooting through me, sizzling along my nerve endings, lighting me like Christmas and New Year’s Eve all rolled into one.
And then I’m flying, soaring, dissolving into the endless night sky.
I come back to earth slowly, more than a little shocked by how high he took me. I’ve never felt like that before, never been so opened up and vulnerable. It makes me nervous, makes me uncertain—about the amount of pleasure he brought me so easily and the willingness I have to drop right into him. To give him anything and everything that he wants from me without worrying about the consequences.
Nothing I’ve ever felt before, nothing anyone has ever done to me, could possibly have prepared me for these moments with Kian. Not even last night, when he made me come again and again, felt like this.
Nothing ever has, and I’m terrified nothing ever will again.
The thought chills me, has me withdrawing into myself. But Kian isn’t putting up with that. Instead, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly against him as he kisses his way across my bare stomach.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
I stir against him, trying to fight down the panic. Trying to tell myself that this doesn’t have to matter, that he won’t break me like Garrett did.
Abruptly, he pulls away, tilting his head up until those crazy green eyes of his are blazing straight into my own.
“Savvy,” he asks, his voice still husky with desire. “Are you okay?”
And just that easily, I relax. Hearing him say my name, knowing I’m more to him than some nameless, faceless crown chaser soothes me as nothing else could have.
“More than okay,” I tease, dancing my fingers over the gorgeous ink that covers his arm. I want to touch him, to explore every inch of his sexy, beautiful body before he walks away. Before the chance is lost to me forever.
“When do I get to touch?” I ask.
“After I’ve gotten my fill.” His fingers go to the waistband of my shorts, start to unbutton them.
“You haven’t yet?” I ask as I help him shimmy my shorts over my hips to fall on the ground. Then I lose the ability to talk as he kisses his way over my abdomen to the top of my lacy bikini panties.
“Not even close. Two nights with you will never be enough.” He runs a finger under the lace, teases the light dusting of curls at the apex of my thighs. “Open your legs.”
I obey instantly, the commanding note in his voice sending shivers down my spine. Still, much as I want him inside me, I want something else more. “I want to touch you, feel you—” Last night wasn’t enough for me, either.
“Oh, you will baby. You will.” He slides his hand lower, strokes his way over my mons and down my sex.
I tremble, my body teetering on the edge of a second orgasm from no more than that simple touch. “Kian,” I gasp his name, an agony of need welling up inside me.
But he just laughs, a soft, gentle expulsion of air that has my sex clenching and heat sweeping across my belly.
Just that easily, I shatter again. Driven beyond thinking, beyond rationality, beyond logic, I clutch at his shoulders. Then I turn my head and sink my teeth into the only part of him I can reach—the biceps of the arm that is holding me pinned against the wall.
Chapter 21
Kian
I freeze at the feel of her teeth sinking into my flesh. For one second, two, I’m motionless, held in place by a desire so fierce it borders on obsession. Then Savvy moans and strokes her tongue along my inked-up biceps and the spell is broken.