been aching for you for weeks. I want to go slowly with you and savor every inch of you. But I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”
“Go slow later,” Kira panted as he continued to toy with her breast, his mouth sending heat flashing through her. She moaned as his hand slid across her skin, down her side, and cupped the soft flesh of her thigh. His hands were everywhere, and she could barely think as he stroked her, leaving no part of her untouched. It was like he was examining her, learning where her sensitive spots were, and taking notes in a painstakingly methodical manner. For a man who’d said he wouldn’t be able to take it slowly, Kira desperately wondered what him actually taking his time would be like. Her entire body burned for him, and liquid heat pooled low inside her.
“You’re sensitive here,” Brogan said, his mouth at the delicate skin of her thigh behind her knee. He blew softly on her skin and Kira’s leg jerked in response, goosebumps skimming across her skin.
“Yes… I… oh, Brogan. I need you.”
“Let me tend to you, my love,” Brogan said, kissing his way up her thigh, the soft heat of his mouth driving Kira nearly to the brink. When his mouth found her panties, Kira shivered as he leveled himself up on muscular arms and slowly slid one lace strap down her thigh. “Open for me, Kira, that’s a love.”
Kira moved her legs open, allowing Brogan to tug her silky panties off. She shivered as he settled between her legs and ran a finger over her most sensitive spot. Kira bucked against his hand, her nerve endings stretching, aching for more from him.
“Shhh. I’ve got you, Kira. Let go.” Brogan’s mouth came hot to hers as he slid a finger slickly inside her, shocking her with the movement. She moaned against his tongue as a second finger joined the first, and he expertly sent her careening right over the cliff into such exquisite waves of pleasure that Kira gasped against his mouth, all but riding his hand, his tongue capturing her cries.
Kira lay back, spent, her body shivering in the aftermath. She smiled up at Brogan as he protected himself and then positioned himself once again between her legs.
“You’re all I’ve thought about since the day I met you, Kira. You’re incredible. I’ve never known a soul as magickal as yours,” Brogan said, his eyes haunted with lust and something more.
“Brogan… I’m yours. Don’t you know that?” Kira whispered against his mouth and then arched as he entered her in one smooth motion. She clenched around him, pulling him tighter to her, wanting every bit of him that he would give. Desperate for each other, lost in the moment, they succumbed to their pleasure as the wave crashed over them both, pulling them under.
Moments later – or hours; it was hard to say, really – Kira blinked up at the wood beams crossing the ceiling. Her body felt loose and loved, and she was looking forward to what their next round would be like, when Brogan slowed it down even further. If it was anything like doing business with him, she suspected he would take it step by erotic step.
“Next phase of the plan,” Brogan said, his voice muffled in the pillow as he rolled to the side and leaned over the bed. Scooping up the hamper, he plopped it on the bed. “We’ll have a picnic right here.”
“A picnic in bed? How scandalous for a first date.” Kira laughed at him, holding her hand to her mouth in pretend shock.
“Well, Kira, something you should know about me is that I like to live on the edge. I’m a bit of a brawler, you know.” Brogan tried a rakish look for her, raising an eyebrow and turning a stern face in her direction.
“Of course. You, sir, are a rebel. One I’m lucky enough to have snagged for the night,” Kira said, laughing.
Brogan’s hands stilled as he unpacked the basket. “Is it just for the night then?”
He kept his tone light, but Kira could feel the shift in his mood instantly. Reaching out, she ran a hand down his arm.
“I hope not. Not for me, it isn’t,” she said softly.
“It’s not for me, either.” Brogan turned, spearing her with a look so hot she was surprised it didn’t burn her skin. “I want more than a night with you, Kira. I want…”
“What do you want?”
“It’s too much to speak of