Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)(32)

“Okay,” I said, drawing the word out, wanting more of an explanation from her.

“I don’t want to, I mean, I don’t think I’m ready to have sex with you.” She pulled her arm away from me and I could tell she was getting upset.

“Kalli, whatever you need, just tell me.” I placed my bag on the floor and ran my free hand up and down her arm, trying to soothe her. She eased my fears a little when her hands came to my stomach then ran up my chest.

“I just want to sleep in your arms. Is that okay?” Her eyes were full of worry, as though she were afraid to ask that of me. My hand slipped from her arm to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I pressed my lips to hers gently, for just a moment.

“I’d love nothing more than to hold you tonight.”

She gave me a relieved smile and nodded. I bent to pick up my bag, then headed to the front desk to check us in to just one room.





Chapter Ten


It Never Left


Kalli

I woke up warm. I was warm and cozy and so damn comfortable. I was also in a bed with Riot Bentley. I’d been in bed with Riot Bentley before, but for a while, there was a part of me that didn’t think I’d ever share a bed with him again. And I’d missed being in bed with him.

We’d fallen asleep facing each other, feet and calves tangled together, holding hands between us. I’d awoken as the little spoon with his big, comfortable, warm, fantastic-smelling body pressed up against my back. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, while his other arm acted as my pillow. We were still holding hands. I don’t remember moving around, but I didn’t stop the smile that came over my face knowing all through the night we’d been connected in some way or another.

I heard a muffled groan come from him and then his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer. I tried to be still when his obvious erection pressed against my ass, not wanting to further complicate the intricate nature of our current snuggling, but he must have done himself in because as soon as he moved, he felt his erection up against my ass. This was a common occurrence in our months together and, quite frankly, was responsible for many many wonderful instances of sleepy morning sex.

He groaned again and thrust against me.

Oh. God.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from matching his sounds. It had been so long since I’d been with him and in that moment I remembered all the fantastic mornings I’d spent wrapped up in him. Before I could stop myself I arched my back, pressing my ass right into the stiffness of his cock.

The arm I was lying on rolled up, wrapping around my head, pulling my face toward the mattress, and then his lips were on my neck. His other hand disentangled from mine and was flinging the covers off our bodies, his palm spread over my thigh, grabbing and kneading. His mouth roamed over the side of my neck, nipping at my ear, breathing heavily against the already sensitive skin.

“This is like a dream,” he growled against me. “Waking up, your smell all over me, hair spilling onto my pillow, ass pressing into my dick. It’s like a f*cking dream.”

Oh. God.

His hand gripped my hip and held me still as he ground himself into me again. I totally let him. I did. I let him hold me still while he used my ass to get himself off. And I loved it. I even pressed myself into him for even more friction. There was nothing I could do to stop him or me, it was natural and we were moving instinctively.

As our bodies writhed and breaths panted, his hand moved from my hip, up over my stomach, and then slid below the cotton tank top I was wearing. I gasped as his hand smoothed over my breast, cupping it, then gently palmed it. My hand reached back and took hold of his hip, which was still thrusting against me.

I was drowning in the need to be with him. The lust and electricity between us were stifling and yet, I wanted to live in them forever. This feeling, this frantic and hazy state of being where all I could focus on was his body pressing against mine and how my body was reacting, it was enough to last me for the rest of forever. I didn’t need anything else in the world as long as Riot’s hands were feeding me.

Suddenly, as if something snapped inside him, I was rolled to my back and he was over me, his delicious weight pressing me down into the mattress. My hands were pinned to the pillows above my head, my body covered by his, immobilized. Then his mouth was on mine. All thoughts of lazy, sleepy sex went out the proverbial window. It was not a sleepy kiss. It was like lightning. Hot. Fast. Electric.

My legs wrapped around his waist and my hips moved up, shamelessly grinding against him, searching for the ultimate release I’d denied myself for so long. He didn’t need any provocation and got right in line, pressing his hard cock right against my throbbing center, holding absolutely nothing back. We might as well have been f*cking. There was no pretense here, no question about what we both wanted. I wanted him. All of him. Inside me. Around me. On top of me.

Because my hands were still very much pinned above my head, I used my feet to try to pull off his boxers, but he shifted his hips away from me. His mouth pulled away and his eyes were looking directly into mine.

He was breathing hard but managed to say, “I’m going to go take a cold shower.”

My face scrunched up in confusion, and also offense. “You’re what?”

“This isn’t going to happen right now, Kalli. I shouldn’t have started it. I’m sorry.”