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He’d been with no one since even before his Heather had died. The knowledge made her sad. He must have been so lonely. So heartbroken.
But right now, he was looking at her with heat. Longing. And lust.
He’s not broken anymore, either.
She leaned in to kiss him, stroking his cock more firmly now. “What do you want?”
He shuddered, thrusting into her grip. “This, if it’s all you want.”
She kissed him harder. “What do you want, Kaj?”
Stilling, he panted out a few breaths. “I want to be inside you.” His voice was a low growl. “I want to feel you come around me. I want to see you come apart for me.”
It was her turn to shudder. “Good answer.” She released him and slid from the bed. “Give me a second.” Digging through her overnight bag, she found a condom in one of the zippered pockets. She didn’t use them often, but she was never unprepared. She straddled his hips, aware that he’d been watching her every move. She wriggled against him, shivering at the feel of him right where she wanted him. Or almost where she wanted him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she told him.
His gaze raked her up and down, lingering on her breasts. “So are you.”
“Then do something about it.”
Without warning he lunged up, gripped the hem of her T-shirt, and tugged it off, tossing it to the floor. She barely had a moment to process before he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hard.
Just as she liked it. She pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle a cry of pleasure. He pulled away, glancing up at her, gauging her reaction for a split second, before turning to her other breast. His hand covered the breast he’d already suckled, lightly pinching the nipple he’d made hard and tight. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle, either.
Just right. Just right. It was a chant in her mind. Everything felt just right. Perfect.
And then she was tumbling to her back and he was between her legs. His mouth was at her neck, kissing his way to her shoulder as his hand swept down her side, over her thigh, tugging her leg until she bent her knee. He repeated the action on the other side until she was cradling his hips.
“You’ve got the most gorgeous legs,” he muttered. “Go on for miles.”
She couldn’t respond. She was breathing hard and... feeling. It was so good. Just right.
When she thought she’d caught her breath, he was gone, up on his knees. Staring down at her, his lips wet.
“Yes?” he asked, his voice a harsh rasp. “I need to hear you say it.”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Lift,” he commanded, and he pulled her shorts off and tossed them on top of her T-shirt. “Oh.” But he didn’t voice the word. It sat on his lips as he looked his fill.
She should have felt self-conscious, but she didn’t. She felt worshipped.
And then she felt impatient. She tugged on his sleep pants. “I want to see you, too.”
He got out of the bed and switched on the lamp on the nightstand, sending low light over the bed. “Is the light okay?”
“Yes.” It was perfect. Not because she needed assurance that he wasn’t a monster from her nightmares, although she had wanted that in the past with the men she’d slept with. Now, she wanted the light because he was beautiful and because she wanted to remember every moment of their first time.
He was strong, his pecs defined. Not bulging. No six-pack. Just long, lean muscle.
He dropped the sleep pants and... Oh dear Lord. The man was perfect. Long legs.
Long cock. He was going to feel so good.
She held out her hand and he took it, returning to kneel between her legs. He pointed at the condom she’d tossed on the nightstand. “Put it on me.”
Hands trembling, she rolled the condom over him, then waited to see what he’d do next.
