Loving War(93)

“Tell me, Tria,” he murmurs against my lips, confusing me.

“What?” I ask, but all coherent thoughts cease when I sink lower onto his lap and feel how hard he is.

Eight days is way too long to go after you’ve had Kode Sterling.

The question becomes lost as we hungrily kiss each other, desperate sounds of pent-up desire coating the car and possibly scarring Hank’s ears. As soon as we reach the house, Kode is lifting me out of the car, keeping my legs strapped against him, as Hank holds the car door for us.

“Have a good evening, Ms. Noles,” Hank says, laughing lightly.

I just wave, because talking is impossible while I’m suckling Kode’s tongue and swallowing his growls. Kode fumbles to get his door open, but he finally manages, still carrying me.

“Tell me, Tria,” he says again, breaking the kiss as we blindly make our way through the dark house.

My body is suddenly being lowered to a familiar bed that smells a lot like my perfume for some reason.

“Tell you what?” I ask around a moan when he pulls my shirt down and puts his mouth around my nipple.

Right now, I’m glad I skipped putting on a bra. But he releases his hold, sliding until his body is hovering over me, and his eyes meet mine, even though his silver pools are hiding in the darkness.

“You know what,” he says, that sexy drawl thick and laced with lust.

My whole body heats, and a smile spreads across my face as a lone tear escapes my grasp.

“I love you, Ko—”

His lips crush mine almost painfully, and my clothes become obstacles for him that he’s impatient to get rid of. I giggle when he breaks the kiss to curse my stubborn shorts after they don’t slide easily over my ass.

He has to move off me, and with one hard tug, he jerks them down my legs, dragging my panties with them. With very jerky movements, he hurries out of his clothes, and I giggle while pulling my shirt over my head.

He stops, looking down at me with hungry eyes that can barely be seen with the sliver of moonlight sneaking through the window. Then my gaze travels down his body, greedily taking in all the hard lines of definition, and of course the hardest part of his body at the moment that has me licking my lips in anticipation.

Very slowly, he lowers himself onto me, running his hands along my sides.

“Say it again,” he murmurs as he drops a soft kiss to my chest, eliciting a shiver from me in response.

“I love you,” I whisper, sucking in a sharp breath and arching my hips as he continues moving lower with that divine mouth.

He teases me, swiping his tongue across my lower abdomen, and I swear under my breath, making him chuckle against my tingling skin. But his laughter stops when he reaches the spot where I want him, and he flicks his tongue across that bundle of nerves in a way that has me writhing beneath him, ready to explode after only a few seconds.

“Say it again,” he whispers against me before flicking his tongue once more, and I cry out, barely able to keep breathing, never mind talking.

“I love you,” I whimper, desperate for him to finish.

I start to curse him when he moves, but then suddenly he’s on me, in me, thrusting deep with one hard stroke, and I grip his shoulders as we both moan in unison. His lips find mine as he slowly draws back, and I bite his lower lip when he plunges in fiercely once more.

“I love you,” I say on my own, earning a growl from him as he sets a furious pace that has me clawing and making feral sounds that don’t sound human.

His forehead presses against mine as he grabs both of my knees, angling my body in a way that gives him more depth and more traction for his already hard thrusts.

It’s almost too much—too much sensation, too much desire, too much need. I feel like I’m falling and climbing at the same time, holding on while simultaneously letting go, and my body spirals out of control while finding a serene place of control at the same time.

When I cry out his name in unbridled ecstasy, arching off the bed as my body explodes around him, fireworks detonate behind my eyelids. I’m pretty sure I black out, because when I open my eyes again, Kode is stilling inside me.

His eyes open as he gasps for a breath, and he drops to me like he’s exhausted. I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing his head as he pants for air. He doesn’t seem as drunk, but he’s not sober either. I’m really glad he’s not one of those guys who suffers performance issues after drinking too much.

“I love you, Tria,” he says, grinning against my neck.

I smile like a fool while holding him tighter, and a content sigh flows from my lips. “Need five minutes?” I ask, smiling bigger when he laughs.

It might sound crazy, but I honestly believe Kode Sterling is mine.