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He simply looked at her for the longest moment, a smile curving his lips. “You look good in my bed, Ingrid.”
“I feel good in your bed, Kaj Jean-Pierre. I’d feel better if you’d hurry it up.”
He chuckled. “So bossy.” But he lowered himself, bracing his weight on his forearms so that he could kiss her.
He was a very good kisser. He owned her mouth, making her want so much more. He slanted his head, kissing her one way then another. He nipped her lip, then licked the sting away.
She lifted her hips, writhing impatiently. “Kaj.”
“Taking my time,” he murmured between slow kisses. “Don’t rush me. This is important. You are important.”
She understood then, stilling, letting herself savor each kiss, each stroke of his tongue. This was more than sex. The way he kissed her... It was almost sacred.
And then he was kissing her way down her chest, sliding down her body. When his tongue finally found her clit, she was wet and trembling. “Kaj.”
“Ummm” was his only reply, and the vibrations against her sensitive flesh nearly made her come. He was very good at this, too.
“Kaj,” she whispered. “If you want to feel me come all around you, you need to hurry.”
He looked up with a lazy grin, then kissed his way back up her body, finally—finally—sliding inside her as he claimed her mouth once again. He was every bit as big as he’d looked and she locked her heels around his ass, holding him tight as he began to move.
Her moan was muffled against his lips that tasted... Like me.
It was erotic as hell and sent her hips into overdrive, meeting each of his thrusts. Like before, he wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle. He was perfect, and her body began to tighten, her skin to tingle. She felt... electric.
She’d missed this.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever truly had this.
She never wanted to lose this.
And then, without slowing his rhythm, he reached between them and pressed his thumb against her clit, and she gripped his hair, pressing her lips to his to muffle her crying out his name as she flew apart.
She’d closed her eyes but forced them open. She wanted to see him. He was staring down at her, hungry and passionate and on the brink. She tightened around him and he gasped.
Then, his eyes still wide open, the muscles in his arms quivering, he came on a quiet groan. Panting, he rolled them to their sides and rested his head on the pillow. His eyes slid closed and he wore a smug, satisfied smile.
They lay like that as the seconds became minutes. Val brushed his hair from his forehead and trailed her fingertips over his stubbled cheek.
“We have to do that again,” he murmured.
She laughed softly. “We really do.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. It was perfect. You were perfect. Exactly what I needed. And wanted.”
He couldn’t hide his relief. “Good. Don’t move.” He pulled out of her and disappeared into the bathroom to deal with the condom.
Val didn’t move. She wasn’t sure that she could. She wasn’t tired, but her body was deliciously worn out.
Kaj climbed back into bed and drew her close. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I knew I was lonely before, but I don’t think I knew exactly how lonely I was.” He kissed her forehead. “Can we just stay here all day?”
She smiled. “Nope. But we can stay a little longer. Go back to sleep.”
“Don’t wanna. Don’t want to miss a minute.”
She kissed him, sweetly touched. “We’ll have lots of minutes, Kaj. You can sleep through a few of them.”
