His strong grip squeezed her breasts as he tasted her, sucked her, and made her squirm beneath him as she reached for him, needing so much more than he was giving. He’d always lit her on fire, making her lose all sense of sanity within seconds. He was the sun, and she was drawn to him, even knowing she’d burn up before she got close enough.
Kian pulled himself over her body, and the sweet weight of his perfect muscles was almost more than she could possibly take. She reached around him, loving the feel of his heated skin beneath her fingers. It was so familiar, so right. The barrier of her pants was still between them, and she wiggled beneath him in frustration.
“Please,” she begged. “I can’t wait. Now!”
“You’re mine,” he said in a deep, guttural growl that had her pushing her hips up so she could feel the solid length of him against her core. He moved back and she complained, but stopped the moment she felt his hands on her pants, the material finally disappearing.
Her arms opened as she accepted him back into her embrace, finally feeling his naked length against her needy skin. She wrapped her legs around his back and tilted her chin, needing to feel his lips pressed to hers.
“Can’t wait,” she moaned. His thickness was right there at her hot opening, and she could barely take the separation. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t nearly enough. Her body was on fire, and the longer he took to give her what she wanted, the more she felt as if she were going to be lost forever.
Finally, with one last groan, he leaned down and captured her lips in a scorching, deep kiss that took the last of her breath away. The heat in her body increased to levels so high she didn’t understand how they weren’t both going up in flames.
She felt alive again for the first time in four years, felt her body and soul immediately open to him. She was home; she was right where she’d needed to be all along. Why she’d fought it, she had no idea.
In the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong, but she immediately pushed those thoughts aside. There was no room for negativity right now. This was only about desire and want. It wasn’t about what was good for her.
Kian pulled back only long enough to allow them both to catch their breaths, and then his mouth was consuming hers again. His hand trailed down her body at the same time, and she easily opened to him as he slipped two fingers inside her. Oh yes, this was what she needed, wanted with a burning desperation. She was more than ready for him, and she thrust her hips upward to indicate just that.
“Look at me, Roxie,” he growled. “I want to see your eyes when I bury myself inside you again for the first time in too long.” The utter command of his voice made her want to obey him.
No. She shook her head and nearly cried as she thrust her hips up again, feeling the tip of him sliding into her opening. So close. He was so close. She pulled back and thrust up again, taking him an inch deeper. He growled at her as his tongue slid from her throat, up her chin, and around her lips. She sucked it inside her mouth and gently bit down on it, making his erection twitch against her.
“I can’t resist,” he growled. And then the teasing ended. His hips surged forward, and finally he filled her, making her scream out her pleasure. Kian’s body covered hers, his thick, hot steel buried deep inside her, and she knew she wanted more. The fire of their passion might kill them both—and she didn’t care.
The man she’d always loved and desired was exactly where she needed him to be, and instead of pulling away from him, her legs wrapped more tightly around his hips as she thought about how amazing he felt. It had been so long since she’d had a man inside her, she felt the smallest hint of discomfort, but that quickly fled as he flexed his hips and made a subtle movement inside her, stoking the flames of her desire even higher.
“Please make love to me,” she said when he rested too long within her. She needed movement, needed completion.
The light was minimal, but enough that Roxie could look into his beautiful face. She wanted to close her eyes, but he didn’t allow it. He gazed down at her as he began making long, deep strokes within her folds.
She felt herself open to him, felt her body mold perfectly to his solidness. They’d always fit together as if they were made only for each other. Nothing had changed over the years, and that should have scared her, but for now, it made her grateful.
Roxie let go of all reservations as he pushed in and out of her, their eyes never straying from each other. Tremors shot through her as her orgasm drew closer. She could feel the sweat beading on his back as his own body tensed with the sweet brushing of their bodies.
Kian broke the connection of their gaze as he leaned down and took her mouth, tugging on her bottom lip and sucking as his thrusts sped up and he pushed hard into her. It was exactly what she wanted—the nightmare was long gone, and Kian was right where she needed him.
She met him with each thrust, silently commanding him to go harder and faster. He gripped her hip and held her in place as he sped up even more, their groans mingling in the air as they sought release.
Without warning, Roxie felt herself explode, her body shattering into what felt like a million pieces. She gripped him tightly as he continued to thrust, drawing out her pleasure for an endless moment in time.
And then he shouted as she felt his hot pleasure shoot inside her, revving up her own pleasure as he found his, both of them shaking from the intensity of the moment. It might have been seconds, maybe hours, but finally the last shudders ran through them as they collapsed into the bed.
Kian turned them, keeping their bodies connected as he continued holding her tightly while taking his weight off her pleasantly used body. She wasn’t quite ready to let him go, so she clung on as she felt darkness trying to pull her under.
She wasn’t sure she’d survive another nightmare like the one she’d had, but as she drifted, her lips were turned up, because with Kian holding her, the nightmare would turn into fantasy.
In a dream world there was no sorrow, she assured herself. And with that thought, she let go and fell asleep with Kian still pressed tightly to her.
Chapter Seven
Roxie was unable to move. Panic began invading her senses as she realized she was trapped. Her heart thundered, and she snapped awake with a less-than-pleasurable entry into reality. Her eyes opening, the fogginess of her dream world was instantly snatched away as she found her gaze captured by Kian, who looked entirely too smug.
“Morning,” he told her with a low growl that had her stomach doing tiny flips.
Uh-oh. She instantly recalled her nightmare, and her rescue. Though she’d needed Kian with a desperation she wasn’t even remotely able to explain to him or herself, she also knew instantly it had been a mistake to fall back into Kian’s arms. It was going to mess with her head too much when she needed a clear mind. What in the hell was wrong with her?
“That was a mistake,” she said, her voice raspy. She chose to believe it was raspy from sleeping so soundly and not from crying out in pleasure.
“Whenever I have a night like last night, I don’t ever think of it as a mistake,” Kian told her as he pressed closer, clearly pushing his morning arousal against her suddenly aching body.
Though it took all the willpower she had left within her, Roxie pulled away from Kian, and even though there was disappointment in his gaze, he let her go. She assured herself that was what she not only needed, but wanted as well.