Page 75 of Not You Again
Time to take some control back, to shield myself before I completely fall apart in his arms. “Stop and I’ll never forgive you.”
He enters my body like he never left. We hold our breaths as he fills me so slowly, I could scream in frustration. “God, you’re so—”
He smirks. “Amazing? Perfect? Everything you dreamed of?”
“I waited a decade for this, and you want to take your time?” I hook a leg around his hips and pull him in.
“Jesus, Andie.” He grunts, squeezing his eyes closed. “You can’t just do that.”
“I already did.” I sink my nails into his shoulders.
“You’ll pay for it.” He draws out and slams into me.
“Yes.” I’m not sure how long it’s been since I’ve had sex, but I know it’s been ten years since I’ve had sex like this. Our sex has always run the gamut, from slow and lazy to fast and furious, but it was always, always more than our bodies speaking to each other.
Sex with Kit has always been an earth-shattering event.
I can’t dwell on it, or I’ll drown. So I roll my hips, and we are so utterly fucked. We have never, ever done this without a condom, and it feels so otherworldly, I’m already coming undone.
Kit drives into me, mouth set into a determined line. On a mission.
I tilt my hips an inch forward, two inches back, but no matter what, the emptiness inside me still yawns wide open. An itch I can’t scratch, even with nothing at all between us.
I let out a frustrated groan, and Kit grips my thigh to his side, holding me still.
“Kit,” I warn, my hands curling into fists on his back.
“Who are you fighting, Andie?” he asks gently. More gently than his taut muscles would lead me to believe is possible in a moment like this.
It’s all it takes for me to break. My sides heave with a sob. “I’m sorry, I can’t—” I bury my face in my hands.
“I’m not fighting,” he whispers, his lips on my neck. “Don’t fight.”
“What does that even mean?” I mumble, and he smiles. How the hell can he be smiling right now?
“Let me in.” He captures my lips in a kiss. “Tell me what you need. Let me help you get there.”
I move a hand to his chest, fingernails biting into his skin.
“What do you need? Time?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“No, I need—” I shake my head, utterly embarrassed by my own shyness. “Can I get on top?”
His lips pull into a grin as he plants a hand on either side of my head. I whimper when he pushes off me, but he doesn’t go far. After he settles with his back against one of the windows, he beckons. “Come here.”
I follow, straddle his hips, and guide him into me. When I bottom out, we both roll our heads back and groan. There it is, the piece of me I was worried I’d never be able to reach. He’s so deep I can feel his pulse like it’s mine. I kiss him slowly, my tongue moving in time with my hips as I ride him.
He reaches his hand between us, and I break the kiss on a sob, burying my face in his neck. His fingers sink into the flesh of my ass as he adjusts our angle, groaning when he finds it.
Soon our skin is smacking, echoing in the silence of the loft. I press my hands against the cool glass on either side of his head, bracing for every stroke as I inch closer to the edge.
With a grunt, Kit plants his feet on the hardwood floor and thrusts into me, harder and deeper than I’ve ever felt. I let my control collapse around me as Kit drives out all the pain I’ve held for the last ten years.
“Kit,” I gasp. “Kit, I’m going to—”
He presses his lips into my hair. “I know. Let go. I’ve got you.”
I shatter around him with a shout that echoes in the loft. Kit doesn’t stop his steady rhythm, my pleasure streaking with pain. When he finally lets go, he buries his face in my neck with a groan that rattles through my aching bones.