“Yeah?”
Mysmile broadened. “Let’s go home.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Kylie
He insisted on showeringbefore he’d let metouch him, and I guess I should’ve been grateful for that, but it had beenweeks and I was desperate to have my hands on his skin.
Isat on our bed while I watched him get undressed. Slowly, unveiling histattooed arms, and then his ribbed stomach and carved chest as his t-shirt waspulled over his head and thrown onto the floor.
“You’retorturing me on purpose,” I whined as his fingers lingered a little too long onthe zipper of his jeans, and he grinned.
“Okay,you’re right. I’m sorry,” and he unzipped, letting his pants sit low on hiships as he walked to my side of the bed.
Histhumb and pointer finger gripped my chin, tipping my head back as he broughthis lips to mine, to kiss me repeatedly. Gently at first and increasing inpressure as the series of kisses became more passionate, more urgent, moredesperate, and he broke away.
“Fuckinghell,” he said, laced around a groan. “Okay, I’ll be quick. Don’t move.”
“Comeon,” I whined, dazed and deprived, but he moved from the bedroom beforeI could stop him.
Ilistened as he turned the shower on, and I knew he’d be naked behind that door.A rush of desperate heat flooded my groin and I stood up from the bed, walkingout of the room to the bathroom door, not surprised to find it was left ajar. Ipeeked inside, checking to see if he was already in the shower and at the sightof his jeans and briefs on the floor, I had my answer.
Ipushed the door open to find his back facing me, and it took five seconds. Fiveseconds of watching the rivulets of water make their way over his sculptedback. Five seconds of staring through half-hooded eyes as he bowed his headunder the pelting spray. Five seconds of imagining my fingers tracing the cutlines at his hips … before I opened the shower door and still in my pajamas,stepped inside, closing it behind me.
“Yousuck at this patience thing,” he remarked as he turned, and I silently nodded,water droplets clinging to my lashes as I stared unblinking at him. Desperateand so fucking needy.
Matchingmy silence, he lifted my hands above my head and I held them there as hisfingers traced the length of my arms, trailing over my sides until they reachedthe hem of my wet tank-top. The tips of his fingers slipped underneath, pushinguntil his fingers and the rolled, sopping material of my shirt rested justbelow my breasts, and my lips fell open with a silent gasp.
Hisopen mouth fit over mine, licking luxuriously between my lips before pressingforward, touching his tongue to mine, and the shirt was moving over my breasts.Our kiss was broken only as it passed over my head and I moaned into his mouthwhen he dropped the shirt to the shower floor and manually wrapped my handsaround his neck, pressing my bare chest to his stomach.
Hislazy fingers dropped to my waist, slowly drawing a line above the band of myshorts. Tickling, teasing and I unsuccessfully suppressed my giggle, pullingfrom his mouth with a laugh that echoed through the bathroom, even above theroar of the shower.
“God,I’ve missed your laugh,” he said, tracing the line around to my back, pushinghis fingers under the waistband and molding his hands to the curve of my ass.
“Mm,don’t talk,” and I gasped, watching as he lowered to his knees, rolling thesopping wet shorts down over my legs, to the floor, leaving me naked to him.His eyes roamed my body, from my feet and up, up to meet my stare as he leanedforward to press his lips just above the juncture between my legs. “Oh fuck,” Igaspedagainand I was greeted by a slow sweep of histongue. A barely-there touch that left my knees knocking and my heart skippingas he stood back on his feet, marking his way with kisses against a hip, a rib,a breast.
“Imissed you, KJ,” he said, as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. Hishands gripped my thighs, hoisted me up to lock my legs around his hips and myback was pinned against the cold, wet shower wall. With his forehead pressed tomine, his hips pushed forward, and I released an exhale. “Fuck, I missed you somuch.”
Thetears came—of course they did—and I nodded. “I missed you too, Dev.”
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Thedaisies were on my nightstand, as I curled up beside him naked. Ready to sleepand put away those last few weeks of life without him. I sighed, resting myhead against his chest and with his hand, he nudged my head back to look up athim.
Lockinghis gaze to mine, he asked, “Have I ever told you that you have the mostbeautiful eyes I’ve ever seen?”
Swallowinghard, I nodded. “You have. A few times.”
“Well,have I told you that my life is so dull and colorless when I haven’t lookedinto them in a while?”
“Yes,”I replied. “You need some new material, I think.”
“Whatabout your hair? Have I ever told you Iloveyour hair?”
Ilaughed, smiling as I nodded. “Oh, just a bit.”
“Hmm,”he grunted, twisting his mouth. “You’re right. I need some new shit.”
