The Girl Next Door - Emma Hart Page 0,53
my racing heart, and my clit throbbed between my legs.
His kiss was a masterclass in seduction. Long, powerful strokes of his tongue combined with gentle nibbles against my lower lip drove my body wild, and I was completely helpless.
It was a good thing he didn’t want me to think. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to think for a week after this.
The kiss deepened further than I thought possible, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him as firmly as my tender breasts would allow me to. As if he understood, he didn’t pull me closer when he slid his hands down my body.
He never let up on the kiss, though. Not as I whimpered against his lips or dug my fingers into his shoulders. Not as we staggered back against the island and another whimper left my lips as déjà vu hit me hard.
I just… I wanted to forget everything except Kai. Except the way he kissed me and the way he touched me and the way I felt when he did both of those things. Like I was more than alive, like I was flying, like I didn’t have my feet on the ground at all.
Like nothing really mattered except this.
“We’re good together,” he murmured between kisses. “And you know it.”
I did know it.
“So tell me to stop now, or I’m going to remind you just how good we are together.”
I said nothing.
Not a damn word.
“Ivy?”
“Do it,” I whispered, grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Remind me.”
If his kiss was my kryptonite, those words were his. He wasted no time at all before he pulled off my tank top, then his t-shirt. I ran my fingers over his body as we kissed again. His muscles were all tense and taut, meaning there were a thousand dips and crevices for my fingertips to explore.
He moved his lips to my neck and slipped his hands down to my shorts. I dipped my head back as he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband and tugged them down over my ass to the point both the shorts and my panties fell to the floor in a puddle at my feet.
I knew exactly what was coming next.
“Up,” he demanded, whispering into my ear.
I obliged, hauling myself up onto the counter, and opened my legs.
The last time I was in this position, I’d gotten pregnant.
On the bright side, that least that couldn’t happen again right now.
I shoved some paperwork out of the way with a light push of my fingers. It scattered off the side and onto the floor, showering the laminate with sheets and envelopes of stuff that I’d studiously ignored for at least three weeks.
Kai glanced down at it. “Just like in the movies.”
I laughed, dropping my head back. He parted my thighs and stepped between my legs, silencing my laughter with one kiss to the pulse point of my neck. His breath was hot and heavy as he dragged his mouth over the curves of my breasts, dropping gentle kisses there.
My nipples were tender as hell, but he treated them like crystal that could break with the slightest heavy touch. Every stroke of his tongue over my sensitive skin was torturous, and I was more turned on than I’d ever been from that.
He moved down my body, leaving my nipples pebbled and so taut they almost hurt, but I didn’t have a second to think about that. Kai’s tongue was on my clit in a second, and he lowered his body so he could tug my hips forward.
My entire pussy was exposed to him. Like the rest of me, it was tender and aching, and he used his tongue masterfully. Every lick was a tease that promised more, and I was completely at his mercy as he worked to bring me to the brink of orgasm.
I glanced down as a moan escaped me. There was something so hot about seeing his head between my legs and his tongue teasing my clit that it pushed me over the edge. The pleasure rocketed through my body, and I cried out as he covered my pussy with his mouth and pulsed his tongue against my opening.
I rode it out, bucking against his face, and his fingers dug into my thighs tightly. The orgasm was long and intense and completely overwhelming, and by the time my muscles relaxed from the knots they’d worked themselves into it in the middle of it, Kai was already pulling my limp body from