Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(15)

No, my mind screamed and yet my body screamed something else entirely.

“Do you?” he repeated.

“I… I don’t know.” I was confused by my body’s reaction to him. The fear lingered, but since finding out about the fire, it was intermeshed with other emotions.

“If there was no deal, would you want me? Do you want me?” he drawled.

Did I? Yes. I wanted the man who had held me in his arms and told me he’d always come for me. I wanted him. I’d always wanted him. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Good. Then this is day one,” he murmured against the back of my neck as his lips made contact.

“Please. Tell me… I need something to make this… okay.” Nothing would make this okay. I knew that. This was a deal and I was trading my body for my father’s safety to a man who was obviously dangerous.

It was just sex. That was all.

But no matter what I told myself, I knew sex with Kai was more than the act. I felt it the second my body reacted to him and my mind fought him.

He suckled on the lobe of my ear and desire spread like wildfire. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

“And if I don’t believe you?” But the f*cked-up part was that I did believe him.

He pulled back slightly, just enough so I no longer had the heat of his body against me, but still felt the closeness. “That’s up to you. But your body trusts me and if there is one thing in life you should trust, it’s your body.”

He released one of my wrists. Brushing my hair aside from my neck, he replaced the touch of his finger with his mouth. His lips trailed a path of gentle, light kisses of heat over my skin and some of the tension left my body.

“What if my body is wrong?” I closed my eyes and curled my hands into fists, unable to move. Afraid to. Wanting to.

“Your body doesn’t know how to be wrong. The only lies are the ones your mind feeds it.”

“I’m scared,” I admitted.

“I’ll make it go away, baby.” He leaned back into me and with him came comforting heat. “Are you wet for me, London?” he whispered.

“Yes.” It was humiliating. Degrading. Because I was wet and it was for a man who was threatening my father. I hated myself, but he was right, my body told the truth.

“Then you have nothing to fear.” He ran his hand down my side while he continued to gently kiss the crook of my neck. “I can’t wait to taste you. The silky wetness on the tip of my tongue, the sweet scent of you as I lick your *.”

“Jesus.” I hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but it was erotic. I’d never had any man speak to me that way. My belly swirled and the clench between my thighs ached for what his words declared.

He toyed with the thin strap of my top then kissed the spot, his tongue circling before his teeth nipped, only to ease the pain with his tongue again. He moved to the other shoulder and did the same thing.

The second his hand splayed over my abdomen desire shot through me and I had to clamp down on my lip to stop myself from gasping and arching back into him.

“Don’t hide from me. Show me what you’re feeling.”

I couldn’t. It was a betrayal of who I was. It was wrong. I shouldn’t enjoy any part of it.

His hand slid up beneath my shirt and hesitated just below my breast, his finger trailing a path under the crease. My nipples hurt. They burned for his touch. I burned for his touch.

But he wouldn’t. He moved to the other breast and continued to draw paths of heat just below my breast. I had no control as I curved into him, my head dropping back onto his shoulder.

“Oh, God, Kai.” It slipped out, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed him to end the torture. With the vibration of the fridge and him behind me, his cock pressed into me, his teasing… My body won the battle.

“Yes,” he whispered. His hand cupped my breast, finger flicking over my erect nipple causing my body to shudder. “That’s it. Let me have all of you, London.”

I tensed, jerking my head up straight and he immediately pinched my nipple until I cried out.

“Let go,” he ordered. The pressure on my nipple increased the pleasure, sweet pleasure as he eased the pain with gentle circling.

“I need you right now. I need to sink my cock inside you.” His hand went to the elastic band of my boxer shorts. “And this is the last night you’ll wear clothes to bed.” He backed away for a second while he tugged my boxers down. “Lift.” I lifted one foot then the other. He walked away, and I shifted to turn when he said, “Don’t move.”

It was said with a causal air, another order, yet there was gentleness in his tone. Regardless of how he said it, I wasn’t going to move. I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw him open the cupboard below the sink and toss my boxer shorts into the bin.

His brows rose when he met my eyes as if daring me to object. I didn’t.

I noticed he was wearing jeans with his dress shirt and it almost gave him a sexier appeal. The suit had been sexy, too, but this made him more… approachable, if that were possible. His hand went to the button of his jeans and I heard it pop as he undid it.

I watched as he unzipped them next and the material parted making a V. Shit. A man, a hot sexy man, with snug faded jeans low on his hips was mouthwatering. But add in jeans undone, it was sexy as all hell that surpassed all other levels of hotness.