tilted my head, my gaze landing on the figure curled up next to me. My dick was chaffed and sore from how many times I took her last night and this morning but still twitched, rising at the mere sight of her: her bare skin as she slept on her stomach, the sheet barely covering her ass, her hair swirling down her scraped back, her head twisted toward me, her lips puffy from being bit and devoured.
Her skin was scratched and cut from the brick wall; bruises the shapes of fingerprints covered her entire body, along with beard burn.
Jesus, I turned barbaric on her. I was not a gentle guy, but I went full beast… .and she demanded more.
Kinsley surprised me. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Feral. Wild. Matched me, gave back, and was open and responsive to everything I tried. A few times she took control and left me winded and shattered.
She was more than I ever imagined… .
Exhaling, I ran my hand over my face, sensing how deep I was sinking. I could blame it on the fact it had been a damn long time since I had been with someone, but it wasn’t.
It was her.
Becca and I had a volatile, great sex life. But nothing, I mean nothing, like this. I had been so in love with her and still I knew there was no comparison. Kinsley was on a whole other plane. The way it felt to be inside her… I wanted to set up camp and never leave. Tasting her, kissing her, touching her.
Shit. I was such a colossal asshole. I couldn’t have her. I should have never crossed the line last night, but when I watched her dance, so free and sensual, and she gave me that look from across the room, desire and fire in her eyes. I was barely holding on. When she smiled at that blond, preppy Ken doll, I snapped.
She was mine.
But she couldn’t be. I wasn’t being fair or honest to her. She didn’t deserve this.
Aggravation blew out in a heavy burst, my fingers rubbing at the hammering in my head.
A hand reached out, skimming over my chest, jerking my head to the side. My skin instantly reacted to her touch like a salivating dog.
“Hey.” I couldn’t fight a slight smile tugging at my lips. She looked so fucking gorgeous.
“Hey,” she responded, her hand moving over my pecks to my tattoo. “What were you thinking about?”
“Noth—”
“Don’t tell me nothing. I know it was something.” Her teeth pulled in her bottom lip. “Are you regretting this? Me?”
“Regretting you?” My head shook. “No fucking way.” I reached over, tucking hair behind her ear.
I regret this can’t be more.
“If I didn’t think you were beyond sore from last night, I’d be inside you right now,” I replied bluntly, not able to hold the truth from coming out.
A coy smile ghosted her mouth, her cheeks blushing. “Funny, I suddenly feel fine.”
A rumble came up my throat as I rolled onto my side, clasping her face, my mouth finding hers.
Yep. Total asshole. And yet I couldn’t seem to stop.
She hooked her leg over my thigh, her lips nipping down my throat to my chest, her tongue trailing my tattoo as her hand skated over my ass to my hip.
“What is this from?” Her fingers retraced the scar on my side.
My chest tightened.
“A fight,” I answered, breathing her in, my tongue flicking against hers, causing a breathy hum to rise from her.
“Looks like a knife wound.”
Switchblade to be exact. “Like I said. A fight.” My fingers tangled in her hair, pushing my thigh into her, causing a breathy moan from her.
This is a perfect time. Tell her, a voice in my head demanded, but the declaration stuck in my throat, fear seizing it back like a thief.
“I can’t actually believe I’m here right now.” Her hand skated down my jaw, skimming the thick stubble along my chin. “With you.”
“Tell me about it.” I wrapped around her back, bringing her closer, my mouth brushing her cheek and nose. “Little Baby K in my bed.”
“Ugh. Don’t call me that.” Her hand drifted around my ass. I realized it had been a while since I had. When did it stop? When did my subconscious know she was something totally different to me? “And technically, it’s my bed.” She grinned up at me. “But seriously, if you told me nine years ago I’d be traveling across country with The Smith Blackburn, fucking him in an alleyway, I