I’m surrounded by Kyle; his weight pressing me into the table, the throb of his cock inside of me, and the rough gravel of his groan a rousing memory in my ear. I could get used to this. And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
Chapter Seven
Kyle
I may have begun this night with the intent to destroy her fears and make her come undone, but it’s completely fucking backfired. Never could I have imagined how soft and wet she’d be, a damn perfect fit—so perfect I’ve come undone. Her soft whimpers send shivers along my heated skin and sink into my heart. There’s absolutely no way I can leave her, not her body or her life. I’ve not felt this level of intensity before having Faith.
She leaves me with an overwhelming desire to conquer, devour and claim. It’s a rather caveman-like perspective, but right now, with her, it makes a hell of a lot of sense. The thought of another man having her is enough to send me into a rage. This girl, this sweet, sexy, beautiful, sensitive girl is all I want to hold onto in this crazy-ass world.
Our bodies pulse together, the remnants of our shared climax slow to an end. It’s a reminder of how good we are together. I’ve buried my head in her neck, just as my dick is buried deep in her pussy. I stand with her wrapped around me, pressed and stuck together. Exertion and the revelation of my feelings have my heart racing ahead of me. It’s mimicking Faith’s, but I’m not so sure hers is out of control for the same reasons. Time will tell, yet it’s not on my side. I’m leaving in hours. There’s no way around that. My job has very little flexibility. I go wherever the boss does, at the mercy of her schedule. Sometimes we spend weeks at home, and others we fly around the country or out of it.
Reality intrudes as our breath and bodies calm. Her hands have stayed glued to me, one in my hair the other massaging my lower back. Everything she does feels good, and I feel everything: her legs gripping my waist, the heat of her pussy wrapped around me, still wet and tight, the swell of her tits pressed into my chest, and her breath heating the already hot skin along my ear and neck. And sometimes, sometimes she bites me and licks the light sting away, just like she’s doing right now. Fuck me, again and again.
“You keep doing that, Angel, and I’m going to take you, right here, right now.” My cock twitches in confirmation. Her giggle confirms she felt it.
“Promises, promises,” she says before biting my neck again, harder this time.
My growl is more animalistic than I meant for it to be, but it’s how I feel so I roll with it. I grip her ass, and in seconds I have her straddling my lap on the couch.
“Just for that I’ll make you work for it this time.” I groan when she clenches tight, sucking my cock even further inside her. Rocking my hips, I aim and hit her sweet spot until she gasps.
“There’s no way you could possibly be ready so soon,” she says, shaking her head and laughing. Her smile, goddamn that smile, it reaches right in and punches my gut. A knockout made just for me.
“How much would you like to bet?” My grin is cocky; I can feel it. At the same time I can feel myself grow even thicker. I need to pull out and change the condom, but I’ll get to that in a second. She feels too good.
“Again? Now?” She's incredulous.
Those honeyed browns grow wide and damn if they don’t twinkle like the stars in the sky. I realize that’s not possible, but her eyes are dancing with humor and the lift of the right side of her mouth says, try me or bite me or both. Yes, ma’am; I can do.
Laughing feels good with her; it’s a new kind of warmth in my chest. “We don’t have much time. I need to leave a lasting impression.” I realize when saying it that there’s a fine line between scaring her off and reeling her in. So far, so good I’d say, based on the smile stretching across her face and the coy tilt of her head. I could never tire of looking at her, especially in moments like this when it’s apparent I’ve been there. It’s my hands that wrecked her hair. My mouth that devastated her lips. I left the red marks trailing from the line of her jaw down her neck, and am responsible for the pink flush of her orgasm that’s yet to fade. All mine.
“The just-fucked look looks good on you.” The tenderness in my voice isn’t overshadowed by the teasing comment. Shit Faith, don’t panic now. I wait for her reaction, prepared for battle if I have to go there. But it comes in the form of a giggle and relief sinks through me like a weight.
“Oh, God. I must be a mess.” She laughs, showing no sign of being embarrassed, no shielding of her naked body. I like that a lot. I like her arched back as her hands rake through her hair to tame the crazy waves.
“I like it this way. Reminds me of where I was five minutes ago.” I especially dig the tight tip of her tits as they jut into my face. With a flick of my tongue, she moans into the silence. When I suck her deep into my mouth, her back curves like a goddamn ballerina and I'm in heaven. Angels are signing. Or maybe it's just the musical pants of her breath as I move to the other side.
Heaven with Faith is an interesting place. It’s not so pure, but a whole lot of raw, carnal need. If she grips my hair any harder she’ll yank me into next week, but at least I’d be with her then. As her fingers trail over my face, I grab and pin them to my chest.
The thought of leaving in a few hours crashes into reality, my lips stumbling over the roadblock forming in my brain. How do you leave perfection?
Before I can move to devour her mouth, she’s distracted by my medallion. Her eyes turn from playful to curious. “What’s this?”
The long silver chain is entwined through her fingers like a snake, the medal held lightly as she strokes over the front before flipping it to the back. “My grandfather gave it to me before I was deployed. Saint Christopher is supposed to protect and provide safe passage to others. Gramps thought I could use the extra help when I left home.”
“Is your job dangerous?”
“There’s the potential for it to be. Why? Will you worry about me when I leave?” I ask, interested in knowing if she will and if she’d admit it.
Shrugging, her eyes grow darker and lose some of the ease we just found with each other. Her fingers continue to stroke the medal while she remains deep in thought. And then she does the exact opposite of what I thought she’d do. I thought she’d say no and pull away, but she sighs and tucks her head into my neck. “Maybe.”
Ah, the sweet joy of progress. Smiling into her hair, I hold her for a long time. The moon is the only source of light in the room, but it’s bright enough to cast shadows. My fingers rub in the hollows of the two dimples just above her ass and sweep up to her shoulders and back again. I’ve never felt skin as soft as Faith’s.
She tenses beneath me and I know it’s time to fight for her. When her muscles coil, waiting to spring, I clamp down on her hips to keep her steady.
Pushing against my chest, she whips her head back and says, “You need to go.”
“Don’t.” I’m harsher than intended, but she’s pulling away, and so is the condom. “Stop. Ah, fuck . . .” It’s too late.
It might be funny, if it weren’t so fucking disastrous. Faith, naked, standing and staring wide-eyed with her arms out to the side. I remain silent and open-mouthed, still as a damn statue.
She recovers before I do. “Goddamn it, Kyle,” she screams, leaping for the bathroom with my come running down her leg.
I let my head fall to the back of the couch, the heels of my hands gouging into my eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is not where I thought we’d end up. The one thing I want to do is stay naked with her, but somehow I think we’re going to need some time to talk so I slip into my jeans, leaving the fly open just in case I’m wrong.