Page 119 of Good Enough

She nodded.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, her lips barely an inch away from his shaft. She placed her palms on the tops of his thighs, lightly sliding them upward over the cut of his hips, then up to his chest. “I love that you’re bare. I wouldn’t have thought a stud castle guard like you would be, all that male testosterone.” She was trying to flirt, but it came out breathier and in awe. “You’re beautiful. Like the statue of David.” She blushed. “Well, not quite like David.”

“Not quite,” he agreed.

But while his skin was smooth all over, it had a definite texture. She re-traced and re-learned his scars. Some were only visual and did not change the landscape of his body. A couple of bullet hole pockmarks. Some shrapnel peppered on his shoulder that was mostly hidden by his Kraken tattoo. Others—the ones that had been deeper and more dangerous—were smooth, but they had ridges to them and, in some cases, an unnaturally smooth quality. Those were the more recent ones.

“Lie back, baby. I need to get back to you.”

“But I…”

He gently nudged her shoulders back to the bed. “Plenty of time for me,” he promised. He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and lifted her leg. “Slide up more, baby. I can feel the tension already. It’s going to be a long night, and I can’t have you getting cramps in these legs of yours.” She pushed herself away from him on the bed as his hands grabbed her foot to remove her socks, and he startled. “Fuck me. They don’t match.”

“I wanted to see if I could get out of my head.”

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“Oh, baby,” he whispered. “I can take care of that for you.” He slid the sock from her foot and kissed the instep before placing her foot flat on his chest. His hands gently massaged her foot, then the calf, before gliding over and repeating the process with her other leg. “Miss those fucking boots. As soon as we can, you’re wearing them, and we’re leaving them on.”

Kai giggled. “Then I guess you’ll be fucking me from behind because you won’t be able to get the leggings off if you don’t take the boots off.”

“Mmm. Now, there’s a picture. Can just see you bent over my kitchen table. Leggings and panties bunched at the knees. Naked up top, my hands playing with your tits, sinking my teeth into your shoulder as I glide in and out of your pussy from behind.” His eyes glittered. He lowered her leg, and his hands found the waist of her leggings. While peeling them off her, his eyes were caught by her tattoo on the front of her right hip. A baby Kraken strangling a bleeding human heart being stabbed by a trident.

No. Fucking. Way.

“Babe.” His voice was raw in his throat, the sound coming out graveled.

“I got it the day after we got home from Roatán. I hope you’re not mad.”

Hazel eyes looked up into hers. “It’s…”

“I needed at least some small piece of you with me. On me.”

He leaned down to kiss the tattoo as if it were sacred, then nuzzled it, eyes turning up to hers, burning with unshed tears. “This means everything to me, Kai. You are everything to me. You are so much more than good enough, Kai. In every way.”

Pressing another kiss to the tribute, then trailing his finger across her bare pussy, his mouth watered at the scent of her arousal glistening there. “So wet already.” He traced a finger along her seam and then brought it to his lips to suck her juices off it. A groan came forward. “Oh yeah, there’s my sticky sweet.” He drew his finger back and forth through her lips again, slow, teasing. “I think maybe… just maybe… instead of fucking that sweet pussy, I’ll hold you up against the table with one arm, one fist full of a perfect tit, my other hand working this sweet pussy while my cock is claiming that sweet ass of yours.”

Suddenly, she grabbed hold of his wrist and forced his hand down hard in place on her clit. He watched her eyes go glassy; she moaned, her back arched and her flesh pinked, and suddenly, his hand was flooded with more of Kai’s honey. “Damn, woman. I barely touched you. Did you come just from me talking to you?” he whispered.

Kai closed her eyes and nodded, arching again as the final waves ebbed away.

Well, that’s new.

“Has that happened before?”

She shook her head, eyes still closed. “Hell, no.” She opened her eyes, the pupils blown out. “I had no clue dirty talk could be such a turn-on. It always seemed so fake when I’d hear people in movies try to do it. But when you do it? It makes me feel like everything inside is twisting in knots and bursting into flame. You’ve made it into an art form.”

He felt something inside of him snap, and he kneeled on the floor at the edge of the bed, hooking both her legs under her thighs and putting them over his shoulders. “Gonna leave whisker burn on your thighs so that the friction leaves you with no chance to forget my mouth was on you. Gonna mark the insides of those thighs as mine. I’m going to eat this sweet pussy now. Gonna lick, suck, and nibble every inch. When you’re good and worked up, I’m going to spear that cunt with my tongue and make you come in my mouth and all over my face. Want to hear you scream my name as you flood my mouth. Want you to soak my bed with your sweet honey, Kai. I want all of it.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she whispered, “do something, quick!”

He felt her tense again, so he quickly inserted two fingers inside her just in time for him to feel the squeezing of her walls. He felt the stranglehold her inner muscles had on him, felt her orgasm take over, and he crooked his fingers inside her. Instantly, her orgasm slicked his fingers and spread down his hand. His woman was something else.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” She shook her head again.