Until Harry(45)

“So beautiful,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

Confidence filled me, but nervousness took over once more when Kale leaned me back onto the bed and said, “I want to make this good for you.”

I hesitated, confused. “I don’t understand.”

He lifted my legs and rid me of my heels.

“Kale,” I pressed. “What do you mean, you want to make it good for me?”

He moved from my legs to my skirt, and I watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned it and hooked his fingers through the belt holes. He pulled, and without thinking I arched my back and lifted my behind from the mattress so the fabric could freely slide down my legs.

Suddenly, Kale was on his knees, his hands on my spread thighs. It took me a second, but when I knew what he wanted to do, shock filled me.

I gasped. “You can’t!”

He devilishly smirked. “I plan to.”

The pulse that was slow and steady between my thighs came to life with a vengeance at the thought of what Kale planned to do to me . . . there.

“Kale,” I whispered.

“Hmmm?”

“Can you kiss me first?” I swallowed. “Before, you know, you do that.”

I hesitantly looked at him to gauge his reaction, and when I saw the swirl of lust and desire in his hazel eyes, I gasped. His touch was like fire as he moved up my body and brought his face to mine.

“I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that for months,” he murmured.

I blinked. “You have?”

He nodded. “Say it again, but this time tell me to.”

My heart hammered against my chest.

“Kiss me, Kale,” I breathed. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His lips touched mine, and magic happened.

After all the years I’d spent admiring Kale, I thought I knew all there was to know about his lips, but nothing I imagined about kissing them came close to the real thing. Goosebumps broke out over my skin as a shiver raced up and down my spine, before it was quickly replaced with warmth that spread throughout my body.

He tasted of whisky, and I knew I would never be able to separate him from that taste and scent. It was purely him.

I parted my lips when Kale’s tongue flicked against them, asking for entry. The wicked pulse between my thighs throbbed with every thrust of his tongue against my own. I mimicked his actions, and we quickly fell into a rhythm of kissing one another with a hunger that meant more than our next breath.

His mouth was warm, and the caress of his lips was softer than I could have ever imagined. I opened my mouth with a low moan as Kale imprinted himself on my lips.

The kisses obliterated every thought.

I greedily sucked air into my lungs when his lips left mine minutes later. He pressed his forehead to mine, and with his own chest rapidly rising and falling, he inhaled and hummed low in his throat.

“I knew it’d be like this,” he breathed. “I knew we’d be like fire together.”

The need I felt for him consumed me.

“Kale, please,” I pleaded. “Touch me.”

He made a sound close to a growl when he lowered his face and nuzzled my neck. I swallowed as he kissed his way down my body, stopping at my lower abdomen when I gasped.

He lazily grinned up at me. “You’ll love it, darling, I promise.”

I didn’t doubt that, but what if he didn’t love it.

“What if you don’t like . . . because you’ll taste . . . oh, God.”

I flung my hands over my face when Kale started to laugh.

“Laney Baby, your innocence is killing me.”

Yeah, well, mortification was killing me.

“Just let me die here and – Kale!”

I dropped my hands from my face to the sides of my body and fisted the bed sheets around me as pure pleasurable sensation attacked my core in the form of a wicked tongue. I wasn’t new to the sensation I was experiencing – I had pleasured myself on many occasions – but my fingers were no match for Kale’s tongue.

“Oh, God!” I groaned, and bit down on my lower lip.

I lifted my head and looked down at Kale, who was kissing and licking me through the thin material of my lace underwear. The sight was just as good as the sensation, if not better.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but the moment he pushed the material of my underwear to the side and put his mouth on me bare, I was forced to. My eyes rolled back as my head fell against the mattress underneath me. I heard the cries, pleas, and moans echo throughout the room, but I was so twisted up in what Kale’s mouth was doing to me that it took me a few minutes to realise the sounds were coming from me.

“Lane,” Kale growled against me, “you taste like heaven.”

He sucked my clit into his mouth and rubbed his lips back and forth over the bundle of nerves until I was putty in his very capable hands.

“Oh, God,” I cried out. “Kale, please.”

He moved his arms under my thighs and slid them around to my hips where they met above my lower abdomen. He locked his hands together and held me in place and full-on assaulted me with his tongue. I screamed as the feeling suddenly became too much. I found that my hips were involuntarily bucking into Kale’s face while the rest of my body was trying to scramble away from him.

“Too mu-much!” I pleaded.