leave.”
“Oh,” he whispered and smiled softly. “Well, I suppose when you've lived somewhere your whole life, everywhere else is exotic.”
“Even beauty can get boring, huh?” I stood up with the book. “You mind if I read this?”
Kardri grinned. “Not at all.” He snatched up a book for himself, shut the trunk, and kicked off his boots. “Will you join me?” He waved at the bed before climbing onto it.
My mouth went dry. “On your bed? Sure. Why not?”
Then I was sitting beside him, propped by pillows and the wooden headboard. Our legs stretched out before us, nearly touching. Shoulder to shoulder. Kardri sprawled casually, at ease beside me and softly smiling as he read. I leaned back and tried to get as comfortable as him, or at least look as if I were. The story was a good one, but I kept getting distracted by the sounds Kardri made or the small movements of his body. I looked over, and he lifted his gaze to mine as if he could feel my attention.
“Am I distracting you?” Kardri asked. “I'm not the quietest reader.”
I almost laughed out loud. Instead, I slid further down until I was lying on the pillows and grinned at him. “Why don't you read to me?”
“Read to you?” he whispered as if I'd asked him to strip.
I nodded, turned onto my side to face him, and looked up at him expectantly.
Kardri swallowed visibly, took a deep breath, then started to read. His voice was like velvet—warm velvet on a cold night. It stroked my skin as its warmth sank into me. Kar turned the words into poetry, and I wound up staring at him the entire time, listening with rapt attention. He drew me into the story until I sat up, leaned onto my knees, and listened like a child, eager for the next line.
Kardri turned a page and glanced up at me, then did a double-take. “You're really enjoying this,” he said with surprise.
“You . . . you're a very good storyteller.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
His gaze lowered to my lips, and it was all the invitation I needed. I launched myself at him like a man possessed. Kardri tossed his precious book to the floor and caught me, his hands sliding over my face as he groaned. His tongue, that glorious tongue that had beguiled me with its words, began to work another kind of magic on me. I lured it into my mouth and moaned when it surrendered. Then his hands were in my hair, moving downward. We pulled at each other's clothing urgently. Hands were everywhere then; his, mine, it didn't matter as long as they were removing the things that separated us.
We were naked at last and still kissing. Kissing wildly, more passionately than I'd kissed anyone before. But I needed more. This was it, it was time to stop pretending that I didn't want him, or that it made any difference to me that he was a man. I wanted Kardri; his body, his hands, and his mouth. All of him. I didn't care anymore that a cock was included. I jerked free of our kiss to bend my head and suck at his blushing nipple. His hands went to my hair and pulled me closer with a moan. I laved at that hard bud until I couldn't think straight.
I was straddling his lap, hunched to get at him. Frustrated with the angle, I laid down and covered his body with mine, nestling my cock into the crevice his legs made even as I ground my chest against his hot, hard dick. His hands became clasping, urgent demands, sliding from my back to my ass and back again. Tracing my muscles and grabbing my flesh. Then one of them slipped forward and wrapped around my shaft.
“Holy shit,” I groaned as I broke our kiss. “What the fuck is on your hand?”
“Nectar,” Kardri whispered hesitantly. “Do you like it?”
“Oh, yeah, I like it.” I hung my head and groaned as I stared down my body to watch him work my cock like a pro. “Fuck, Kar, that feels amazing.”
“It tastes sweet too,” his voice a seductive purr.
“Oh, you want a taste, do you?” I growled as I crawled up his body and got to my knees. “Go on then.” I grabbed my dick and held it out to him. “Wrap those cock-sucking lips around me.”
Kardri's eyes flashed, and I saw the exact moment when he realized that I wasn't backing down this time.