Thin Love (Thin Love, #1)(94)
“I feel high,” she said, voiced muffled against his chest.
“Actually, you feel f*cking wonderful.” He felt her laugh, but the hot water and steam must have been working its magic because no racking cough followed the sound.
“I’m sorry I’m such a mess, Kona.” Keira turned and her arms moved up his shoulders. She smiled, rubbing her tits against him. “Thank you for taking care of me, bebe.”
Kona nodded, closed his eyes, tried to concentrate on scrubbing shampoo into her hair and not the slow kiss she planted on his neck. Predictably, his dick reacted. He grunted, tightened his eyes when she continued to kiss him. “Wildcat, stop it.” She only held on tighter when he moved her head back to rinse her hair.
Her low moan had Kona’s own grunts deepening. “The water feels so good,” she said, stretching her neck against the spray and Kona’s eyes moved on their own, slipping down her body to those sweet, hard nipples begging for his mouth. When Keira lifted her head and she caught the way Kona bit his lip, how he gnawed on the inside of his cheek, she skimmed one hand from his neck and rubbed her thumb over her breasts, fingers going lower the larger Kona’s eyes got. “You like that?”
He could only nod, his gaze stuck on the way her long fingers disappeared between her thighs. “You need to stop,” he told her, still watching her touch herself. He was mesmerized by the slip of her fingers inside her, how her breathing got heavier the faster they worked. “Keira…” It was a warning he knew she would ignore and though he felt like an *, he couldn’t tear his gaze from the movement of her hand; he couldn’t help leaning forward or keep his lips from covering one hard nipple.
He nipped against that sweet, dark flesh, eyes wide as Keira’s fingers disappeared, in and out, again and again and then Kona couldn’t help it any longer, and he touched himself.
“Baby, you’re sick,” he said, before he covered her mouth, before he moved her hand away and pushed his own fingers into that sweet center. “Shit, you’re so hot. So tight.”
“For you, bebe. Only for you.” Then Keira was the one touching him, working those slender fingers around his dick until Kona didn’t think the heat in that small bathroom came from the hot shower spray.
“Keira…” That time, he said her name like a prayer, not a warning, trying to tell himself that he shouldn’t take her; she had the flu and what kind of * does his sick girlfriend in the shower? But before he could pull away from her, before he could do more than lean against the wet tile, fingers still inside her, Keira’s hand began to move faster and her teeth raked against his neck, and Kona became a shuddering mess of stupid.
“I’ve missed you.” She gripped him and Kona attacked her nipple again, moved his hips to match the rhythm she made with her hand against him. “Get inside me. I need you.”
Kona pulled his fingers out of her, already missing that heat, mind already made up before he put much thought into the decision and he gripped her around her waist, easily sliding her up the tile.
He made three quick, liquid thrusts and then stopped short, finally realizing he was feeling all of her, nothing between them. “Shit.” He was torn between the raw feel of her, the warmth and tightness unlike anything he’d felt before, and that weak little warning that told him he was messing up. Keira lifted her eyebrows, eyes still heavy lidded from the moment, likely from her flu. “I’m not wearing anything.”
She leaned her head against the tile and moved it once. “Right now, I don’t care. This feels, God…” And then Kona caught what that small moan meant when Keira clenched around him.
“Open up, Keira. Open wide… ah… shit…” and then Kona didn’t care that they were being irresponsible. He didn’t care about anything but being deep inside her, touching her, making those moans she released elevate, grow louder.
They’d talk about bad decisions later. They’d worry about consequences when she felt better, when he wasn’t so caught up in how she made his body buzz, in how much the sensation of her, all of her, was perfect and satisfying and just so damn right. They’d talk about how hard, how hot, how right it was to connect with nothing between then; how it meant nothing, would lead to nothing but the slide of their wet bodies working together, him filling her with everything he had.
Tomorrow would be another day and they’d be fine. They’d be careful later. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?
Keira’s cough lessened two days later and she was able to push Kona out of her dorm, promising him she could manage to brush her teeth and take her meds without him hovering. He left, finally, after a long kiss and a vow that Keira would eat something more than a pack of Skittles and whatever those noodles were that Leann left in their mini-fridge.
Her professors weren’t worried about the absences. It seemed the entire campus had been hit hard by the flu and after a few quick emails on the slow university server, Keira was caught up and preparing for finals. She should have been happy. She should have been glad that the semester was winding down and Christmas break loomed. But her mother had called the day before and at the end of that conversation, Keira mentally scrambled for an excuse not to return to Mandeville when classes ended. Leann was spending the holiday with Michael’s family in Georgia and Keira didn’t think bunking at Kona’s place would go over well with Professor Alana.