Until Harry(50)

“You’re sure about this?” Kale asked as he stumbled towards me.

I caught him just as he was about to trip over his own two feet.

“I’m sure, but are you?” I asked. “You’ve had a bit to drink, and I don’t want to take advantage—”

“Let me stop you right there,” he said, laughing. “You aren’t taking advantage of me, Laney Baby – trust me.”

I did, but he wasn’t exactly in his right mind, and I didn’t want this to be something that was really good tonight but turned out really bad in the morning.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Kale looked down at me and licked his lips.

“Lie back for me, sweetheart.”

Shit.

Okay, this was really fucking happening.

I sat down on the bed and lay back like he asked. I looked up at him as he knocked his knees against mine and took off his beanie hat, tossing it on the floor behind him. His hair was sticking up all over the place, which only added to the Greek god look he was rocking. He kept his inflamed eyes on me as he kicked his shoes off and began to unbutton his shirt.

Ohhhhhh, my God.

I licked my lips when the shirt left his body and floated onto the floor. I watched it fall until it was out of sight, so my eyes automatically went back to the show Kale was giving me. His hands were on his belt, and he was unbuckling it. My hands itched to do it, so I boldly sat up and covered his hands with mine in silent question as I gazed up at him.

He let go of his buckle and placed his hands on either side of my face, grinning down at me. With a surge of bravery, I opened Kale’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I lowered his zip and then tugged on his jeans until they fell to the floor. I gasped when I found he was going commando, and saw the really impressive body part that had had me wondering for years.

It measured up to my expectations.

Trust me.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Kale huskily chuckled as he moved his hand to my hair and scraped his nails against my scalp. The sensation prompted me to angle my mouth towards him, but he quickly stopped me by pulling his hips back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, frowning up at him.

Kale stepped closer to me. “I want your mouth on me more than anything, but just not now. I don’t have enough control.”

I realised what he meant, and my cheeks flooded with heat.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

Confidence filled me, but nervousness took over once more when Kale leaned me back onto the bed and said, “I want to make this good for you.”

I hesitated, confused. “I don’t understand.”

He lifted my legs and rid me of my heels.

“Kale,” I pressed. “What do you mean, you want to make it good for me?”

He moved from my legs to my skirt, and I watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned it and hooked his fingers through the belt holes. He pulled, and without thinking I arched my back and lifted my behind from the mattress so the fabric could freely slide down my legs.

Suddenly, Kale was on his knees, his hands on my spread thighs. It took me a second, but when I knew what he wanted to do, shock filled me.

I gasped. “You can’t!”

He devilishly smirked. “I plan to.”

The pulse that was slow and steady between my thighs came to life with a vengeance at the thought of what Kale planned to do to me . . . there.

“Kale,” I whispered.

“Hmmm?”

“Can you kiss me first?” I swallowed. “Before, you know, you do that.”

I hesitantly looked at him to gauge his reaction, and when I saw the swirl of lust and desire in his hazel eyes, I gasped. His touch was like fire as he moved up my body and brought his face to mine.

“I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that for months,” he murmured.

I blinked. “You have?”

He nodded. “Say it again, but this time tell me to.”

My heart hammered against my chest.

“Kiss me, Kale,” I breathed. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His lips touched mine, and magic happened.

After all the years I’d spent admiring Kale, I thought I knew all there was to know about his lips, but nothing I imagined about kissing them came close to the real thing. Goosebumps broke out over my skin as a shiver raced up and down my spine, before it was quickly replaced with warmth that spread throughout my body.

He tasted of whisky, and I knew I would never be able to separate him from that taste and scent. It was purely him.

I parted my lips when Kale’s tongue flicked against them, asking for entry. The wicked pulse between my thighs throbbed with every thrust of his tongue against my own. I mimicked his actions, and we quickly fell into a rhythm of kissing one another with a hunger that meant more than our next breath.