Kaylee trusts me. I need every fucking ounce of that trust. I need every fucking ounce of her.
Fuck, this is Kay, the sweet girl who mocks my love of action movies.
Who can't cook to save her life.
Who looks at me like I hang the moon.
And she's about to be mine.
My blood is pumping. My heart is pounding. My body is buzzing with the kind of energy that comes with getting new ink.
I bring one hand to her ass and pull her body against mine. So I can feel every soft inch of her.
She rises to her tiptoes.
Closes her eyes.
Presses her lips to mine.
It's different than our last kiss.
Softer. Deeper. More.
She's pouring into me.
And I'm pouring into her.
There's need and affection and months of unsaid shit pouring between us. Filling me from head to toe.
That's what she does—she fills this hole inside me. Nothing else does.
Her lips part to make way for my tongue.
She arches her back, melting into my touch, begging me to take her.
The rest of the world slips away. My universe is Kay. Her soft body. Her lush lips. Her palm against my stomach.
Her groan as she pulls back. "Please."
She stares at me with those doe eyes.
Begging me with those sweet eyes.
"Take off your panties." I step back enough to make it possible.
She looks around the alley. "Here?" It's empty, but we're sandwiched between a busy street and a parking lot.
My voice drops to a demanding tone. "Here."
Her lip quivers. Her brow knits. She's considering it.
Of course she is. Kay is cautious.
But if I'm going to teach her...
She isn't going to blink after an order.
She's going to trust me to lead her anywhere.