Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(22)

“Fuck.” He breathed against me. “I need to taste you, London. I can’t stop thinking about tasting you.” Then he did what was totally unexpected and dropped to his knees. He picked up my right leg, put it over his shoulder then lowered his mouth to me.

My head jerked back hard against the door, my hands weaving into his hair as I moaned. “Holy shit.”

He parted my throbbing lips with his fingers then flicked his tongue over me, suckled, and tasted every inch. There was no forgiveness as he played and teased. When he was too rough, he’d ease the discomfort with gentleness until I arched with intense need.

I’d never felt so out of control.

My body was his.

I had no recourse, but to let go and give in to him.

My body tightened as I came to the edge of the cliff. There was a mild fear that he’d stop again. That he’d leave me, but even if I wanted to, I couldn’t control the building, the burning inside me that mounted as his tongue drove me to the peak.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as my body clenched. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” I didn’t slip over the edge. I leapt and he was there to catch me as he held my hips steady while his tongue lazily brought me back down from the shuddering waves of pleasure.

I sagged against the door while he unhooked my leg off his shoulder, then grabbed his pants off the floor while rising to his feet. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a square gold package and held it toward my mouth. I kept my eyes locked on his as I gripped the corner of it with my teeth and tore it open.

He pulled the condom from the package, yanked off his boxer-briefs and rolled it on. Then his hands came under my butt and he hitched me up off the floor.

“Put me inside you,” he ordered.

I hooked my ankles around his hips then reached between us and held his cock. It pulsed and throbbed in my hand, the veins expanded with rushing blood. I squeezed, watching his face and the flicker of satisfaction as his eyes briefly closed, lips parting.

It felt good to give him that look. To have some control over his expression because I doubted he allowed anyone to have any power over him. I ran my hand down the length of him, my thumb stroking the tip. I wrapped my fingers closed again and jerked up at the base and he grunted.

“Stop fooling around. Put me inside. Now,” he growled.

Yeah, he definitely didn’t like anyone having control.

I locked eyes with him and guided his cock to my entrance. I didn’t have time to move my hand away before he pushed inside me. My spine pressed hard into the door and when he pulled back, I moved my arm from between us and cupped the back of his neck.

He arched his hips then thrust forward again, and my body hit the door. Again and again.

“Neighbors,” I panted.

“I don’t give a shit.” He slammed into me.

I thought I’d split apart but at the same time, I wanted it harder. I’d never experienced such raw unrestrained sex before. It was without boundaries as he grunted and pounded into me, hands gripping my ass so hard I knew I’d have bruises.

I didn’t care. I was catapulting over the edge with him. His grunts and my moans unleashing an angry, wild need that both of us craved. Wanted.

“Fuck, London. Fuck.” His body stiffened at the same time as mine. I clenched around his cock as the pulsing exploded into a frenzy of sparks as I came hard. Quivers darted through me for an intense few seconds before my final shudder and I sagged in his arms.

Kai thrust once, twice more, then stopped. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on his chest, hearing his racing heartbeat next to my ear.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, not speaking. Unmoving.

I unhooked my legs and he slowly lowered me until I stood.

“Dangerous,” he muttered.

I had no idea what he meant by that and I didn’t have time to contemplate or ask him as a knock sounded on my door.

“You okay, Miss Westbrook?”

My head jerked up. Fuck.

More knocking.

“Miss Westbrook, we tried calling, but there was no answer.”

The phone rang?

“We’ve had a complaint about banging.”

My mouth dropped open and eyes widened as I looked at Kai.

He slowly grinned.

I didn’t. I pursed my lips together then scrambled around for my clothes. “Yes. It’s… a… Yeah… it’s fine, Derek. Thank you.” Shit, where were my boxers? Damn it, the garbage.

“Do you mind opening up? I have to check. Someone reported screaming, too.”

Jesus Christ. I’d lived here for almost two years, was quiet as a mouse and suddenly, I had a complaint about screaming and banging. I snagged my shirt off the floor and pulled it over my head while I ran into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of yoga pants from the dresser.

“Yeah, sure. I was just….”

I heard the deadbolt click and the door open.

Kai had his shirt and pants on already. “She’s fine.”

I glanced at the floor a few inches from the door where his knife lay. If Derek looked down, he’d see it. Shit. I ran for the door, kicking the knife to the side as I greeted Derek.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was. We were hanging—”

“Ah yeah… a painting. Your boyfriend said.” Derek chuckled and winked at me. Oh. My. God. My face felt like it was on fire. “Hey, you watch the game yesterday?” he asked Kai.