and lined it up right where I was dying to be.
She sat down on me and gasped. “I know you won’t.”
I needed her trust because she’d just come and this was going to be intense. She sank down as far as she could go and I moaned into the skin of her neck. “Fucking hell,” I hissed. She was made for me, fit me perfectly, squeezing me with every movement.
I reluctantly let go of one of her firm breast and ran my hand down her stomach. “Kai!” she said, grabbing my hand as I moved below her belly button.
“Trust me,” I repeated.
It took her a second to let go but when she did I felt something shift inside me. Her trust meant more than it probably should at this point.
She cried out and tried to squirm away from me when I touched her. “Kai, I can’t, it feels like it’s burning.”
“Shh, I know.” Come on, just give me a little bit longer.
I would’ve stopped but she didn’t stop raising her hips and letting them drop or gripping my thighs so hard I’d have half moons cut into the skin. She felt almost too good. I fought to stop my eyes rolling back in my head.
I pressed a little firmer and she moaned my name, still clearly overwhelmed as she held back. “Let go, Tegan.”
“I can’t,” she said through gritted teeth.
She clawed my legs, thrashing on top of me as I increased pressure again, rubbing her at the same speed as she fucked me. I wasn’t going to last long so I fucking hope she was as close as she felt.
“Ahh,” she shouted . “Shit, Kai, shit.”
Her walls tightened to the point where I could barely move inside her , then they clenched down over and over as she came around me. I followed a second later, biting down on her neck.
“Jesus,” she said, flopping back against my chest.
“Glad you trusted me?”
“Oh, yeah.” I laughed and kissed below her ear. “Want to join me in the shower?” she asked.
“You don’t need a reply, right?”
Shaking her head, she giggled and lifted off me. I’d not heard her laugh like that before, so relaxed and free. What the hell was she doing to me?
“Give me a minute,” she said, smiling over her shoulder. I watched her walk from my room, staring at her naked form. She was beautiful, so much that I felt a stir downstairs already.
I liked her but I wasn’t stupid; I knew what I was to her. The problem I had was that she was quickly becoming something a lot more to me. I’d gone through five years of hell and fought for the next one to get myself and my life back together. The last thing I needed was something to mess everything up again and Tegan had the power to do that. She was addictive and maddening and I knew if I let myself I could fall right back into my old ways and have the fucking time of my life with her.
But neither of us needed that.
We did need each other, though. There was something about her that chose me. Not chose in any conscious or deep and meaningful way, but out of the guys she’d had casual one-night stands with she stopped with me. I knew it meant more than just her enjoying me making her come like a train.
I didn’t expect it to be easy and I knew I’d have to watch her struggle , but whatever we had or could have was worth hanging around to find out.
Chapter Nine
Tegan
We pulled up outside th eir house thirty minutes later and I froze. It all looked perfectly normal, a new-looking yellow brick house with a perfectly manicured garden. It might as well have a white picket fence surrounding it instead of the short green hedge.
I so don’t want to be here.
The front door opened before we even got out of the car, they must’ve been watching out for us. At least they were as eager to see us as Mum and Ava were to see them. Taking a deep breath, I shoved every emotion threatening to surface back down as far as it would go and got out of the car.
Emily , greeted us with a warm smile. “Hi. Welcome,” she said, hugging Mum and then Ava. I stood back and dropped my gaze to the
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