Kulti(187)

Jesus Christ. Jesus freaking Christ. I couldn’t help but eye the driver.

Rey nipped at my earlobe. “He can’t hear.” The hand that had been on top of my thigh slid up and under my shorts so fast, I didn’t even get a chance to mentally prepare myself for the thumb brushing over the seam of my body through my underwear. His mouth covered mine again, sucking my bottom lip between his as his finger grazed over the material covering my clit. Rey made a noise in his throat as he slipped one of his fingers under my panties to graze against my lips with the back of his digit. He did it once, twice, three times. I knew I was turned on, really turned on despite being self-conscious about our location.

He brushed over my lower lips one last time, sliding his finger out of my underwear. Gaze on mine, Rey brought his fingers to his mouth. Those brown-green eyes were locked on me as he licked his index and middle finger slowly. A smile crept across his face. “I’m going to need another taste.” He licked his fingers once more.

I was going to go into cardiac arrest.

The car pulled into my driveway, and the second it was in park, Rey put my clothes back into place right before he linked his fingers through mine and pulled me out of the car. My keys were handed over for him to unlock the door. We’d barely gone inside when he leaned down to fuse his soft lips to mine, kissing me gently. He towered over me. His hands gripped my hips loosely, thumbs pressing into my bones.

“I want you,” he murmured against my mouth. “More than I have ever wanted anything…” He kissed the edge of my lips. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, pressing his lips to my neck again.

Was I sure I was a woman? Or that I liked sunny days and chocolate-covered strawberries?

I arched against him. “I’m positive.”

“Yes? You understand what you’re getting yourself into?” He gave my neck a light bite that had me shaking in his arms.

Did I understand that nothing would ever be the same? That I was probably giving up my privacy and life as I knew it if this—us—didn’t burst into flames?

Yeah, I knew. But I knew that I loved him, and I didn’t give my heart away willingly. Like he’d said, life had worked to bring us to this point. Why should I start counting down the days now?

Most importantly I knew he’d done all the things I would ever want from someone I loved. He protected me, supported me, he was giving, and he worked hard. He was loyal. You don’t throw away something like that even if it isn’t perfect and effortless. As cheesy as it was, the best things in life aren’t easy or cheap. I didn’t eat fast food because I knew I could go home and make a nutritious meal instead. I could have used cardio as my only exercise, but I wanted my body to be in the best shape possible, so I did a variety of different exercises. Why wouldn’t love be the same way?

“I know, Rey,” I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He straightened up and gave me the most intense look I would ever witness. “This is not temporary.”

Oh hell.

Some people don’t find possessiveness attractive. My last boyfriend had been the most trusting, even-tempered guy I would ever meet. But the words coming out of Rey’s mouth… It was like I was signing part of myself away to this man who claimed everything and nothing.

In what felt like a heartbeat later, we were in my room and he was pulling my shirt up over my head.

“Let me shower first,” I told him.

He shook his head, already dragging his tongue and teeth over the swells of my breasts. He sucked my nipples over the soft material of the normal bra I’d put on as his hand jerked my shorts and panties down to my knees. Rey palmed me between my legs, groaning deeply as he undid the clasp of my bra and let it gape, exposing my breasts.

“You’re so wet.” His fingers grazed over my lower lips before spreading them gently. Rey groaned, walking us over to the big chair I had in the corner of the room. He sat down first before sitting me on his lap with my back to his chest. He kicked my bottoms the rest of the way off, tossing each of my legs over his own spread knees. Kisses peppered my neck, alternating between brushes of his tongue. “My Sal,” he murmured, smoothing his rough hands over the inside of my thighs. Each pass was longer, slower, reminding me that I was spread wide open to the cool air conditioning. The simple, easy motions of his hands alone turned me on so much and left me panting with anticipation. The fact he wasn’t rushing this was like straight electricity to my veins.

My voice was a million miles away, lost in a galaxy that hadn’t been discovered yet.

Rey made a soft noise against my ear as he swept his palms over and over my thighs, once, twice, each pass alternating between getting closer and further away from where I wanted him the most. Then he did it. With a high pass of his right hand, he detoured to slide the meaty part of his palm over that sensitive button of nerves between my legs and slipped his middle finger deep inside of me.