Don't Need You - Lilian Monroe Page 0,53
about being respectful to a man I call my friend.”
“It’s still patriarchal and weird.”
“He asked me to look after you, Serena. It’s the same thing I asked of Finn, and I felt betrayed when I learned he’d been hooking up with my sister.”
I let out a breath, turning my head to the side. Kit takes a finger and tilts my chin toward him. I drag my eyes up his muscled chest and over his strong jaw, not wanting to meet his gaze. When I do, his eyes are soft.
“I don’t want this to affect my friendship or my work relationship with Robbie. I’m not asking permission to date you. I’m just treating him how I would’ve liked to be treated.”
I pout, and Kit lets out a low chuckle. My uterus clenches at the noise, totally in his thrall.
Sighing, I relent. “Fine. But how slow is slow?”
Kit’s lips quirk and he shrugs, turning to pour us a couple of coffees. “Not that slow. Can you live another week without my cock inside you?”
“Don’t be crass.”
He grins, his smile so masculine and sexy it shouldn’t be allowed. He glances over his shoulder. “You didn’t mind me being crass last night.”
“That was different.”
He hands me a mug of coffee. “Let’s just enjoy these few days together.” Leaning over, he presses a soft, chaste kiss to my lips. My body arches toward him.
Taking it slow feels like torture already.
Rain belts down onto the roof of the house as Kit glances out the window and sighs. “I’d hoped to get a hike in today or maybe a bike ride. It’s pretty wet out there.”
“Willow invited me over to the Black Estate for lunch and movies this afternoon,” I say. “I guess I could ask if I can bring you.” I tilt my head. “Unless that’s moving too fast for you?”
My question sounds innocent, but my eyes flash. Kit’s face breaks into a smile as he reaches for my coffee, pulling it from my hands and placing the steaming mug on the kitchen table. He throws me over his shoulder as I yelp, protesting all the way to the bedroom.
Kit throws me down on the bed and crawls over me, groaning. “I won’t last three days trying to stay away from you.”
“So stop trying.” I arch an eyebrow, seeing the temptation in his eyes. He drops his head to my neck, dropping a trail of soft kisses down my collarbone.
When his hands tug my pajama shorts down, I let out a happy gasp. My knees fall open as Kit crawls between them, kissing my body on the way down.
“You’re asking to be tortured, Serena,” he says darkly.
“Sounds fun.”
“It won’t be fun when you’re begging me for my dick.” Kit drops his head between my thighs and licks me with the flat of his tongue. I buck, gasping as my fingers tangle into his hair.
My instinct is to push him away. I’ve never done this before. Never had a guy eat me out like this.
I know, I know. I was in a relationship for ten years—but my ex used to say the taste of me made him feel sick. I believed him, internalized his words, and thought I tasted disgusting.
But Kit lets out a low groan, kissing my clit before dragging his tongue through my folds. “So fucking good,” he groans as excitement sparks deep in the pit of my stomach.
“Really?” I ask in a small voice.
Instead of answering, Kit flicks his eyes up to mine and hooks his hands under my ass. He lifts me up, spreading my legs for easier access. Then, his tongue moves over my entrance, circling around it as I gasp and writhe in his hands. When Kit drives his tongue inside me with a satisfied groan, my breath leaves my body in a low whoosh.
My legs tremble as embarrassment tries to rear up inside me, but Kit moans again, fucking me with his tongue and tasting me so, so deep. Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds he’s making. I twist my hands into the bedsheets and feel how his fingers sink into my thighs. How he grips me close and spreads me wide, lapping up my juices like a starved man. His hips rock, and I believe the authenticity of his moans. He’s enjoying this.
He’s enjoying this. Holy shit.
I come apart in his hands. Gasping, I pant his name, and he drives his tongue deeper as his thumb circles my clit. In and out of me, letting my honey