Page 78 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

“I’ll wash you.”

Even though she teased that I wouldhave to clean up the mess I made, I can tell by the surprise on her face shedidn’t think I intended to. After a brief hesitation, she nods. I turn her into the steam of water, watching all evidence thatI came all over her in the stairwell wash away. Her breasts are round andproud, and as I stare, her nipples swell.

“More washing.” She laughs. “Less gawking.”

I angle a smile at her and squeeze soap onto the sponge,working a lather into her taut brown skin. Her breath hitches when I wash herbreasts, taking my time to lift their weight and clean the soft undersides,then I linger on her nipples, bend to take them, wet and turgid, into my mouth.I go down on my knees and drag the sponge over her legs, behind her knees. Iwash her feet, paying special attention to the graceful arch. Her toes twitch.

“Ticklish?” I chuckle.

“Something like that.” She runs a hand over my hair andlooks down at me, affection softening the bold lines of her face. “That nightat my house, on the roof, I thought you were the most beautiful boy I’d everseen. I knew you’d grow up to be a beautiful man, Naz, but I had no idea.”

Hearing her refer to our past, however brief it was, doessomething to me. My chest tightens, and I swallow deeply. We only had onenight, but it’s one I’ve never forgotten. She is the oneI’ve never forgotten.

“I feel cheated,” I admit, gently pushing her to the benchin the shower.

“Why?”

“What if we could have had this all along? What if we’dgotten to see then where this could go?”

“It’s the past,” she says, caressing the nape of my neck.

I push her legs open and sit back on my heels, studying herpretty pussy. No one will take this—her—away from me again. My will hardens,and I grit my teeth.

Fucktwo weeks.

When I open her up, her clit stillseems a little swollen. Not sure if it’s from last night’s clitclamp or arousal. She tasted so good. I loved waking up, smelling her allaround me, all over me. I hitch one of her thighs over my shoulder and Frenchkiss her slit, pulling the nub of nerves into my mouth.

“Ooooh, Naz, yes,” she moans,undulating into my kiss. “That’s it.”

In seconds, I’m devouring her, barely cognizant of hercries. She’s slick with water and her own essence. Her scent mixes with thebodywash, and it’s heady and intoxicating. She digs one hand into my scalp andthe other into my shoulder while she rides it out, stiffening with her orgasmand slumping into the wall.

When I look up, her pupils are blown wide with lust andsatisfaction. Her mouth hangs open, staccato breaths forced from her heavingchest. Our eyes lock, and for long seconds, neither of us says anything. Ourconnection, even though we haven’t fully consummated it, is incredibly sexual,but it’s also intimate. Every hot touch is tender and caring, even the onesthat carry a sting of pain like her nails digging into my arm. Worthit.

She stands, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. With agentle shove to my shoulder, she pushes me down to thebench where she was just seated.

“Stay here,” she says, her voice hushed, husky. “I’ll beright back.”

She’s only gone seconds, and when she returns, it’s with agold foil square. My eyes zip to her face. She holds it up, and for once, hersmile carries a trace of uncertainty.

“I mean…” She slides her eyes to the mosaic tiles of theshower. “If you want to.”

I reach for her, grab her by the ass, and pull her toward meto stand between my long legs spread where I’m seated on the bench.

“I want,” I mutter, my voice so deep and low I barelyrecognize it. “I want everything you have, Kira.”

And I don’t just mean her body. We’ve only been back in eachother’s lives for such a short time, and we only had onenight years ago, but I want everything from this woman. Her secrets, herfears, her hopes, and ambitions. I want to see where we could go.

She eases her spread thighs over mine, and my legs are solong and so much bigger than hers, it stretches her wide open. Compared to me,she’s small, and it makes me want to be careful. As strong as she is, the lastthing I would ever want to do is hurt her.

“Hey.” I take her jaw into my hand and wait for her to lookat me. “I want you to know this is important to me. You’re important to me,Kira.”

She blinks, surprise and pleasure darkening her beautifuleyes. “For me, too,” she says.

I lean in, cupping her head and kissing her, urging her lipsopen so I can taste her again. Her sweetness mixes with the saltiness of my cum on her tongue, and I growl. Tasting myself on herunleashes a primal urge inside me, and I grip her butt in my hands, bringingher close to hover over my stiff dick.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir.” She grins, holding up the condomagain. “What you not gonna do is hit it raw the firsttime. Let’s wrap this right on up. This is the biggestcondom I have. I hope it fits.”

We both laugh as she slides the condom over my length withfingers that tremble the slightest bit. When it’s fittedover me, our laughter dissipates. Her expression sobers, and she leans forward,grips my nape, and rains kisses over my nose, my cheekbones, my chin. I catchher mouth with mine, groaning when she sucks my tongue inside, exploring theroof of my mouth. Finally, she presses her forehead to mine, bracing her armson my shoulders to lift and then sink down onto me.