Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)(38)

“I think I’m going to change into my pajamas real quick. I’ll be right back.” I watched as she rummaged through the small closet that held our bags, then disappeared into the bathroom with a bundle of clothes in her arms.

I let out a loud breath, scrubbing my hands up and down my face. I knew Kalli’s home life hadn’t been great growing up; she’d told me all about her dad leaving, on her birthday no less, and how her mom had to do the job of two parents. If I could have taken back my stupid comment, I would. I felt like a complete jackass for even bringing it up.

I stripped my clothes off and pulled on a pair of flannel lounge pants, then lay down on the bed, waiting for Kalli to come out. I listened as the water ran, imagining her brushing her teeth and doing all the other routine things women did to ready themselves for bed. A few minutes later the door opened.

All I could see was the outline of her body, her hair piled on top of her head, a large t-shirt hanging from one shoulder. She took a step into the bedroom and flipped off the bathroom light, allowing my eyes to adjust and see all of her. My chest tightened when I realized she was wearing one of my t-shirts, one shoulder peeking out of the neck as it draped over her body. My eyes traveled downward, taking her in.

The tightness in my chest eased a little, but the sight of her did all sorts of things to my body. My hands ached to touch her, my eyes roamed her body, wanting to see all of her, and my dick began to swell, filling with need. My eyes made their way down her body and my breath halted when they landed on her calves.

Fuck.

My girl was standing at the foot of the bed in my t-shirt and a pair of tube socks.

“Christ, Kalli,” I groaned. A flirty smile played on her lips and I watched, trying to remain calm and not simply devour her, as she climbed onto the bed and began to seductively crawl toward me.

“I brought the tube socks because I was worried my feet would get cold. But now I think they’re keeping you warmer than me.” Her hands and knees straddled my legs, and damn if my eyes didn’t peek down the neck of her shirt, taking in the sway of her naked breasts beneath the fabric.

When she sat up, she was straddling my hips, my erection fitting snugly between her legs. I knew she had to feel it, I was raging with need, but all she did was continue to smile. My hands automatically came to her bare thighs, squeezing them and pulling down, forcing her body to press against my dick more firmly.

“I wanted to talk to you,” I growled, my hands itching to roam, to feel all of her.

“No, you want to apologize, but it’s unnecessary. My childhood sucked a little. It’s not your problem or your fault. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.” Her hands came to rest on my lower stomach, just above the waistband of my lounge pants. Her hands started slowly sliding up my abs and her eyes followed her fingertips. “All I want, for the rest of the night, is for us both to feel good.”

Her hands slid all the way up to my shoulders and she bent down to lean against me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I wanted to rip the shirt from her body and feel her flesh against mine. My hands slid to the back of her thighs and then up to round over her perfect ass, pressing her against my cock with even more pressure. I slid my fingers under the edge of her panties, gripping her ass and feeling her there. She let out a soft gasp and my dick hardened even more.

She sat up, gripping the bottom of her shirt, and slowly pulled it over her head, the smile never leaving her face. My hands found her waist, but then slid up, watching as goose bumps formed along her skin, until my hands covered her perfect breasts. I palmed her, but it wasn’t enough, not even close. I knifed up, quickly wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her center right where I wanted it: against my cock. Then I scooted backward on the bed until I came to rest against the headboard.

“I want nothing more than to sink into you right now,” I said, one hand coming to grip the back of her neck, pulling her face to just within a hair’s breadth of mine. “Every part of me is throbbing, aching to be inside of you, to feel you all around me. But I want you to know, it’s not the sex, Kal. I’m not just asking for sex. I’m asking to come home. You’re home to me. All of you. I want back in to the place where I belong, the place I want to be forever.” I pressed a kiss just above her left breast and felt her breath tremble with my touch. “I want back in here, baby.” I continued to lave kisses just where her heart was pounding through her skin.

“You’ve been there all along,” she whispered, her words laced with a combination of pleasure and pain. “Please,” she begged. “Make love to me.”

That was all the invitation I needed.

I brought my lips to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth, taking her deep. She mewled and I knew her nerves were just as frayed as mine. Like me, she was balancing between needing the buildup and release, and wanting the connection. It would be easy enough to bring her to orgasm so quickly her head would spin, but I wanted more than that, more than just coming for the sake of coming. I wanted to make love to her, reconnect with her, for hours. I wanted to make up for all the time we’d already spent apart.

I released her nipple, but cupped her breast, kneading and rolling her nipple between my fingers. My mouth found hers and our lips met, gaping wide, tongues searching for each other. My free hand slid low and pulled open the elastic at the top of her panties, sliding past it, feeling the heat of her as I crept closer.