Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1)(93)

Violet let her fingers start to wander and thread through his hair again. “I didn’t know you looked at it like that.”

Kaz laughed. “You jumped off the bench and told me we would do this again. I think I’ve been waiting for that day to come for a long time.”

“I was … precocious. Or that’s what everyone says.”

“You were—are—something else,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh.

Violet shivered when his lips touched down to her skin again … higher the second time, and then higher again the third time. Her hands slid down from his hair to his shoulders as he kissed a path over her thigh, and then her hip. His fingers worked at the two buttons she had done up at the middle of the dress shirt before he was pushing the clothing off her shoulders and kissing a slow trail from her navel to the lace covering her breasts.

Kaz’s hands cupped her neck and jaw, and his mouth came to a stop at the hollow of her throat. She felt his breath stutter against her skin, like he was chewing on what he wanted to say, but not sure he wanted to say it.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” he finally whispered.

Violet blinked away the wetness in her gaze, letting her fingers stroke his bare back, feeling his muscles jump under her touch. “Does it matter right now?”

“I want to tell you that I have it figured out—that it’ll be better tomorrow. I want to do that for you right now.”

“Kaz—”

His fingers pressed into her skin, rough but sweet, quieting her.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” Kaz said.

Violet hugged him. “So, don’t. Tell me something that’s not a lie. Something that’s true.”

Kaz kissed her collarbone, making a tremor race down her spine. His mark there had long gone away and faded, as had the other one on the other side. But she swore she could still see it every time she looked at it, and when she touched the spot, it was like every nerve was attached to that one part of her skin for a brief moment.

“Something true?” he asked.

Violet slid her hands from his back under his jaw, tilting his head up so she could see his eyes. Love stared back, and that was enough for her. “Yeah.”

“I would rather show you what you already know, Violet.”

She tipped her head down just enough to capture his mouth with hers. The soft, steady sweep of his lips, and the stroke of his tongue against the seam of her lips had her deepening the kiss. She wanted more of him then—more of him to taste, and to feel.

All of him.

Kaz never broke the kiss as he lifted enough from the floor to push Violet back to the silky comforter. He was already shoving his undone pants down along with his boxer-briefs a second before he met her on the bed. She widened her legs under his urging hands, hooking them around his waist.

When he finally tore his mouth away from hers, she only had one quick moment to take in a breath, and then he was there …

Violet felt his hand between their bodies, and his cock sliding against her slit. She wasn’t surprised that he was already hard. How could she when she was already gasping for air and wet from just the need to have him, and nothing more?

With one sharp flex of his hips, Kaz took Violet deep. The immediate rush of relief washed through her, and sent her head tipping back to the bed, exposing her neck to his mouth again. His groan buried into her skin, right along with the imprints of his teeth as her first cry came out broken and loud.

God, she ached for this man.

“Kaz …”

He grabbed onto her waist, and lifted up from her just enough that he could catch her kiss again. His tongue struck against hers hard, but it was the only roughness between them.

Their f*cking had always been hard and fast. No matter where or when it had happened, it usually left her sated and tender, but still demanding more.

And this wasn’t the same at all.

But it still killed her just the same.

Slow, long thrusts that filled her, and took her higher with each one. His fingers raking down her skin while she traced the lines of his face and watched him from up above. The only sounds registering to her ears were the slap of skin, his shuddering exhales, and her whispers.

Violet tightened her legs around his waist, needing Kaz closer than what he was, if it were possible. She wanted to stay like that for a moment, chasing bliss, and watching him love her.

All that blackness she had seen coloring their world began to bleed away. Her fingernails dug into his back, raking lines over his skin.

“Love you,” he breathed.

She felt his lips tremble against hers with the words.

The tears fell, and he caught them.

“Love you,” Violet told him.

She was pretty sure she had never said anything more honest in her life.

And she probably wouldn’t ever find anything more true to say than those words to him.

Another slow stroke of his body into hers, and she was flying high, and crashing down at the same f*cking time. It hit her when she wasn’t expecting it to, and that made it so damn good.

Good enough that she shook, and colors burst behind her clenched lids when she shut her eyes and her back bowed off the bed. Kaz’s mouth came down on hers, hiding the cry that crawled its way out of her throat. He pushed harder into her once, and on the second thrust, she felt him shudder as he came, her name muffled against her lips.