Until Harry(89)

I stood up straight as I said, “Kale, you wanted me, or you want me? I’m not running away from you anymore. I’m not running away from anything ever again, no matter how scared I am.”

He began to stalk towards me.

“Which one is it?” I asked with my head held high. “Because when it comes to you, it’s always been want for me.”

“I don’t want you, Lane,” Kale growled as he neared me. “I fucking need you.”

He rushed at me and collided into me with his massive, sculpted body. I almost whimpered as the touch I so desperately craved invaded my senses. Kale took possession of my lips and kissed me so hard that it almost hurt. His hands were on my cheeks, holding me in place, and his forehead was against mine as he kissed me with a hunger that I eagerly matched.

I felt the passion he was showing me deep in my bones.

I gasped into his mouth when his hands slid down my body, around my waist and down to my behind where he squeezed. He bent his knees a little, then without warning he lifted me up into the air.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he urged before taking my lips back as I became his willing captive.

I did as he asked and wrapped my legs around Kale’s hips and my arms around his neck. I hummed into his mouth as we kissed. I rolled my pelvis into him, and he growled into my mouth, causing a surge of excitement to shoot through me. I knotted my hands in his hair and tugged on it, making him hiss as we kissed.

I grinned into his mouth, and he contracted his hands on my bottom, making me whimper a little as stinging pain hit me. It was Kale’s turn to grin then, and I quickly found that whatever I did to him, he would do back to me tenfold.

That might not be so bad, my mind purred.

“Bedroom,” I panted against his lips. “Now. I need you right now.”

I needed him more than I needed my next breath.

With me still in his arms, he walked out of the sitting room and headed down a hallway. Down at the end of the hallway, he pushed open the door into his room and stepped inside.

I screamed when my mouth was torn from Kale’s as I fell back through the air, only to land on a soft mattress. I gripped my chest and felt my heart slamming inside it. At Kale’s laughter, I shook my head.

“You bastard,” I said, laughing. “You frightened the life out of me.”

I leaned on my elbows as Kale gripped his T-shirt from behind his neck and pulled it off his body, throwing it behind him. I stared at his body in awe.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. “Kale, you have abs, and that V thing that is making me forget my own name.”

“Oblique muscles, they’re called oblique muscles.” He snorted and crawled onto the bed, nudging his way between my thighs. “I worked out a lot while you were away,” he said, then brought his mouth down to my neck.

I placed my hands on his chiselled back, and the muscles beneath my hands moved. The pulse between my thighs was becoming unbearably achy, for which I blamed Kale’s stunning body.

“You’re so hot,” I breathed.

Kale spoke in a low, guttural voice, “That’d be you.”

I felt my cheeks heat up. “I’m not the size I was when I left here. I’ve probably gained between fifteen and twenty pounds and look like I’ve aged forty years while you’ve gone and got yourself ripped and become even more gorgeous. That’s a shitty trade-off for you.”

Kale pulled back from kissing my neck and glared down at me. “You. Are. Beautiful.”

My heart thudded against my chest.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

His gaze was still hard as he stared down at me. “Do you remember when you were fifteen, and I stood behind you while we looked at you in the mirror, and I listed everything I thought was beautiful about you?”

I’d never forget it.

I nodded, my breathing turning rapid.

“All of those things I listed back then have multiplied by a thousand now,” he said and smiled down at me. “You’re perfect, Laney Baby. Simply perfect.”

My voice was tight with emotion, but I refused to cry.

“Take me,” I pleaded. “Right now.”

Kale’s eyes flashed with fire as he reached down and pulled me into a sitting position. In the space of a few seconds, he rid me of my jumper, T-shirt and bra, throwing them God knows where. I lay back and fisted the sheets around me as he kissed his way down my stomach and used his teeth to pop the button on my jeans.

“Oh, God,” I breathed when he lowered my zipper and I felt his hot breath on my skin.

My boots, jeans and socks were next to go. Kale gripped the hem of my underwear and slowly inched it down until I almost screamed at him to tear it from my body.

“Please,” I panted.

He flung my underwear over his shoulder and brought his mouth down to my centre and inhaled. His hands gripped my thighs and he groaned.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice strangled. “You smell better than I remember.”

Crimson. That was the colour I was certain my face and neck were.

“Kale,” I pleaded. “Inside me. Now.”

“What if I want to take my time with you?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I whimpered. “I’ll fucking die, that’s what.”

I screamed when Kale suddenly buried his face between my thighs and flattened his tongue against me, lapping at me like I was his favourite treat. I thrashed about, and like our first time, he hooked his arms around my legs and clasped his hands together atop my mound. He held me in place while he licked and suckled on my slick bundle of nerves.