Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1)(49)

And even as the thought crossed her mind, she still didn’t move.

“They could see you,” he said like he was reading her mind. “If the lights were on in here.”

Violet raised a brow, musing over the people enjoying their evening. “Huh.”

She shivered as Kaz’s hand slid lower, his fingertips tapping a gentle beat against her pubic bone.

“I thought I told you to stay put,” he said in her ear.

“And I didn’t.”

Kaz stepped closer, his chest molding to Violet’s back. Again, his fingers danced lower until the tips were brushing the spot just above her clit.

Teasing, she knew.

“But since they can’t see me,” she started to say, grinning, “I think I like it here.”

Kaz hummed a deep, lovely melody that rocked Violet straight from her toes to her fingertips. And all the f*cking spots in between. When his hand tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, she tilted her head as he tugged lightly. His lips grazed the back of her neck, peppering the side of her throat and the part of her shoulder where his shirt had fallen down with kisses.

Violet let out a soft sigh.

“I was right, you know,” he told her.

“About what?”

“You do taste sweet elsewhere.”

Violet laughed, feeling out of air already. “You’re too good at this.”

“Hmm,” he replied, the sound vibrating against her pulse point, “Only if the effort is worth it.”

She met his gaze in the reflection of the glass. “Was it?”

“You tell me.”

Violet opened her mouth to respond, but the words melted into a quiet moan when his hand dipped between her thighs. Softer, and less insistent than on the bathroom counter, he stroked her * until she was shaking and gasping, but not quite on the edge where she might find that sweet bliss again. No, he took his time, like he wanted to learn her body with just his fingers alone, and hear all her sounds as he did.

Dark and husky whispers crawled over her skin, his words soaking through her nervous system like a drug.

So soft and Like that, yes?

Dirtier and harsher when her legs began to shake and her hands found the glass, wanting purchase on something.

Ride my fingers and Fucking come, Violet.

She did … all over again. It wasn’t as fast and unrelenting as that first time. It built up slower, clawed through her deeper, and she felt every single second of it.

Violet barely heard the rustle of clothing behind her as she desperately tried to come back down from yet another high. It was only the crackle of foil that made her turn around. Kaz, condom in hand, was just stepping out of his pants, and shoving his black boxer-briefs down at the same time.

A sound—some crazy cross between a squeak and a groan—died on her lips when his gaze snapped up and landed on her. She couldn’t help but look down again, finding his hand circling his erection and palming the length with slow strokes. Even in the dimness of the bedroom, she could still see the thick vein on the underside of his cock pulse with each tug.

It made her throat tight.

Her stomach clenched.

“Yes,” she said as he took a step forward.

Kaz chuckled. “I didn’t ask anything.”

“You were going to. Yes, I like what I see.”

The sexiest grin bloomed on his face, reminding Violet yet again that regardless of who Kaz was, he was still just a man underneath it all.

A man that, right then, wanted her.

A man she wanted.

What was so wrong with that?

Violet’s back met the cold glass of the window as Kaz stepped out of his boxer-briefs. She stayed silent and still, thoroughly enjoying the sight of him naked.

Because he was a sight—something to admire.

Kaz make quick work of tearing the foil packet open, and sliding the latex condom down his length. All the while, his eyes never left her. She was still stuck watching his hand closing back around his shaft, and the way his thumb swept the head of his cock every time he came to the tip.

His hard body pressed to her softer figure, and she swore she could feel his heartbeat thrumming with the pulse in his shaft as it rested against her skin.

Violet blew out a slow breath when Kaz’s hand caught her under the chin, and urged her face upward.

“If you like it here—the window—we can stay right here,” he said.

She nodded.

At that point, she didn’t think she was capable of much else.

Violet straightened a little when Kaz’s free hand slid along the small of her back, down over her ass, and then grabbed firmly to her thigh. He bent down a little, just enough to hold onto her, and lift her up effortlessly. Like earlier, it seemed she weighed nothing to him. Her legs tightened around his hips, holding him there. Her one hand found his shoulder, while the fingers of her other wrapped into the hair at the nape of his neck. His mouth replaced his hand on her chin as he kissed up her jaw, across her cheek, and then nipped at her bottom lip.

Between her thighs, his cock slid against her * with every movement, spreading her silky wetness through her folds and rubbing along her clit.

“Breathe,” she heard him whisper along the seam of her lips.

Violet took that breath when he demanded it, feeling his free hand slide between their bodies. It was just the movement of his hand, the slight shift of his hips, and he was there …