Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(13)

“What are you doing?” he asked as his hands stilled.

“I need to forget for a while,” Roxie told him as she sucked on his skin.

“Roxie, this isn’t a good time,” Kian warned. He didn’t release her, but his entire body was still.

“I don’t care. Make me forget,” she said, feeling more tears in her throat. She was finished with crying, didn’t want to cry one more tear. She knew that was unrealistic, but for this moment at least, she could get lost in her old lover’s arms.

“Roxie, I don’t have the willpower to resist,” Kian warned.

“Good,” she said as she kissed her way across his jaw. “Please make the darkness go away.”

With all the trauma pushed to the back of her mind, she allowed herself to get lost in his embrace. For this one pause in time, she was alive and feeling something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in four years.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Kian whispered as his tongue traced the edge of her ear before he moved down the curve of her throat. “But I can’t stop when you touch me like that.” The low growl of his voice had her back arching.

“Don’t stop, Kian. It’s you, it’s always been you,” she moaned as his hand slid beneath her shirt and cupped her breast. He gave out a frustrated sigh, and then she felt the air touch her skin as he removed her shirt before his head descended and tasted her nipple. The ache consumed her, shooting down her body and pulsing at her ready core.

His strong grip squeezed her breasts as he tasted her, sucked her, and made her squirm beneath him as she reached for him, needing so much more than he was giving. He’d always lit her on fire, making her lose all sense of sanity within seconds. He was the sun, and she was drawn to him, even knowing she’d burn up before she got close enough.

Kian pulled himself over her body, and the sweet weight of his perfect muscles was almost more than she could possibly take. She reached around him, loving the feel of his heated skin beneath her fingers. It was so familiar, so right. The barrier of her pants was still between them, and she wiggled beneath him in frustration.

“Please,” she begged. “I can’t wait. Now!”

“You’re mine,” he said in a deep, guttural growl that had her pushing her hips up so she could feel the solid length of him against her core. He moved back and she complained, but stopped the moment she felt his hands on her pants, the material finally disappearing.

Her arms opened as she accepted him back into her embrace, finally feeling his naked length against her needy skin. She wrapped her legs around his back and tilted her chin, needing to feel his lips pressed to hers.

“Can’t wait,” she moaned. His thickness was right there at her hot opening, and she could barely take the separation. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t nearly enough. Her body was on fire, and the longer he took to give her what she wanted, the more she felt as if she were going to be lost forever.

Finally, with one last groan, he leaned down and captured her lips in a scorching, deep kiss that took the last of her breath away. The heat in her body increased to levels so high she didn’t understand how they weren’t both going up in flames.

She felt alive again for the first time in four years, felt her body and soul immediately open to him. She was home; she was right where she’d needed to be all along. Why she’d fought it, she had no idea.

In the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong, but she immediately pushed those thoughts aside. There was no room for negativity right now. This was only about desire and want. It wasn’t about what was good for her.

Kian pulled back only long enough to allow them both to catch their breaths, and then his mouth was consuming hers again. His hand trailed down her body at the same time, and she easily opened to him as he slipped two fingers inside her. Oh yes, this was what she needed, wanted with a burning desperation. She was more than ready for him, and she thrust her hips upward to indicate just that.

“Look at me, Roxie,” he growled. “I want to see your eyes when I bury myself inside you again for the first time in too long.” The utter command of his voice made her want to obey him.

No. She shook her head and nearly cried as she thrust her hips up again, feeling the tip of him sliding into her opening. So close. He was so close. She pulled back and thrust up again, taking him an inch deeper. He growled at her as his tongue slid from her throat, up her chin, and around her lips. She sucked it inside her mouth and gently bit down on it, making his erection twitch against her.

“I can’t resist,” he growled. And then the teasing ended. His hips surged forward, and finally he filled her, making her scream out her pleasure. Kian’s body covered hers, his thick, hot steel buried deep inside her, and she knew she wanted more. The fire of their passion might kill them both—and she didn’t care.

The man she’d always loved and desired was exactly where she needed him to be, and instead of pulling away from him, her legs wrapped more tightly around his hips as she thought about how amazing he felt. It had been so long since she’d had a man inside her, she felt the smallest hint of discomfort, but that quickly fled as he flexed his hips and made a subtle movement inside her, stoking the flames of her desire even higher.

“Please make love to me,” she said when he rested too long within her. She needed movement, needed completion.