47. Daisy

FORTY-SEVEN

DAISY

The door to the apartment slammed shut behind us as Kye carried me inside. He threw me back on the bed, already pulling at my shoes before I even laid back.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders as he pulled off his shirt.

I would never get over this view of Kye. Tall, tattooed, and smiling down at me. My thighs clenched as he pulled me up and reached for one strap of my dress. He flicked it down, but I stayed covered. His fingers trailed over my collarbone and up my neck, leaving a trail of burning-hot skin. I thought it would be all frantic hands and teeth, but Kye slowed, the soft look in his eyes making me worry.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm very okay. More than okay. I just can't believe you are here. And all mine," he murmured. His fingers trailed down my chest, pulling the other strap of my dress down as he went. "Hours to kiss, and lick, and touch every inch of you."

"Or you can hurry up and get me out of this."

He leaned down, his mouth covering a nipple. I arched into him, the warmth seeping through the fabric until it was wet.

"Kye," I gasped. "Dress off. Now."

His tongue moved up my chest, nipping at my neck as he went. "I'm in no rush. You've been teasing me endlessly since I got here. What's another hour or two?"

"Kye, if you don't get this off of me right now, I'm going to scream."

"That's okay. I like it when you scream."

"Kye!"

"I like it even more when you say my name," he said with a groan.

" Please ."

"Little dirty Daisy flower is going to be all calm and sweet now? What happened to tearing me apart to get what you wanted? I recall one time when you literally grabbed my hair, put my head between your legs, and demanded I get you off."

"I did not," I said, almost horrified, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Did, too."

"If you really need me to start making you do things to me, I will, but I assumed you knew what you were doing now."

"To you? Always." His head dipped again, licking and biting at my other nipple through the fabric. His fingers trailed down, running over my underwear. "I know exactly what you like. I remember every second of what you like, what made you scream, what made you writhe under me."

"Please, Kye, please hurry. I can't take waiting any longer."

"You are sure in a rush for someone staying the entire night with me."

"I'm not in a rush, but I have been waiting years, years, to be with you again. I do not need to waste any time."

"Does that mean you've missed me?"

"More than I will ever admit," I breathed.

"No, admit it. Tell me. Please tell me I wasn't alone in missing you every fucking day of my life. Tell me I'm not so fucking crazy that I had to tattoo your name on my hands, so at least when I thought of you, I had it as an excuse. I couldn't blame myself for thinking of you every fucking day when I had the tattoo."

"No, you weren't alone. Not at all."

He sat down on the bed, pulling me with him until I straddled over his lap.

"The first night we were together. Way back then," he said, laying me back on the bed as his hand ran down my side, pulling my underwear along with it. "I was praying to the entire world that one night would be enough with you. That I could have that one night and get you out of my system and never have to feel that way again. What a fucking joke that was. I will never have enough of you."

"I thought that was just because you suddenly liked sex," I said with a laugh.

"With you , Daze. Because my heart was fucking exploding. I was already in love with you and trying like hell to ignore it. That's pretty hard when you are sleeping with the love of your life for the first time."

"You did not think I was the love of your life at that point."

He laughed. "No, that was the moment that I found out. It was the moment that I knew that my heart was like one of those damn fucking necklaces. There are two pieces, and I need yours to make me feel like I actually have one. Every time I see one of those things, I think of you, wondering why I couldn't have been given my own damn heart; I had to share it with someone else."

He pulled me closer, kissing me hard.

"You are the most romantic person, but somehow make every part sound painful," I said.

"Six years, Daisy, six fucking years without you. It has been painful. Every moment has been painful."

"I can think of one thing to ease the pain," I said, lifting enough to undo his belt. He fell back with a satisfied groan.

"I won't deny you a fucking thing, Daisy. You want to skip the foreplay and sink onto my cock, done. If you want hours of my mouth tasting and teasing you, done. Anything you want, Daze. I'll give you fucking anything."

"Right now, I want the first option. Maybe after we can clean up and get right to the hours of teasing me."

He grinned as I undid his jeans. "You wouldn't last ten minutes of being teased before you were demanding to get off again."

I stood up, pulling his jeans and boxers off and taking in the sight. "That's true." I climbed back over him, my dress falling in the way. He sat back up, pulling it up and over my head until I was naked on top of him. My heart burst as I looked at him. "I can't resist anything about you, Kye."

He flipped, taking me with him until I was laid out underneath him.

"I was prepared for slutty, raunchy words. I didn't realize it would be sweet things that would break my heart."

I smiled as he leaned down to kiss my neck and jaw. "Why? Miss all the slutty things I say to you?"

"Every day."

My hands slid into his hair, and I used it to roll us again until I was back on top. "I've thought about you so much. So many nights I would lie in my bed," I said, reaching down and wrapping my hand around his cock, "and think of you. Think of this. Of you buried deep in me, making me come so hard I couldn't see straight."

"And what did you do when you thought about that?"

My hand slid down between us until I was rubbing my clit, but he grabbed my wrist. "You will not be getting yourself off without me tonight."

"I was just showing you what I did when I thought about you," I said with a grin.

"And I will expect a full demonstration later, but right now, I get to make you come."

He flipped me again before coming down over me. "I missed you," I whispered, running my hands over every inch of him I could.

He nuzzled into my neck, kissing me once before finding my lips. "I missed you, too. I've spent six years wondering if this would ever happen again."

"And you really went six years without anyone else?"

"There is no one else. I don't look at anyone else and want them. I don't think about them like this. I decided I would rather go the rest of my life alone than deal with the agony of someone else."

I nearly blurted out how much I loved him but stayed quiet, not able to bring myself to say the words when I still felt like I could lose him again. I knew he didn't want to go anywhere now, and neither did I, but the pain at him leaving the first time only felt like it would be tripled if we were separated again.

I didn't know if I was ready to face that possibility.

He positioned himself at my entrance, but I stopped him. "I don't have any condoms, and it's been so long since I slept with anyone that I'm not on birth control."

He groaned, dropping his head against me. "Why is that only turning me on more?"

I laughed as I grabbed his hips and pulled him harder against me. His cock threatened to sink into me, and for one second, I reveled in the feeling. "Wow, who would have thought you have a bit of breeding kink?"

"I don't even know what that is," he said through gritted teeth.

"It means I am going to have so much fun learning all your kinks that you don't even know about."

He pushed into me hard, filling me with one stroke and staying there. I let out a soft gasp, my nails digging into his back as I adjusted to his size. He trailed kisses along my jawline and down my neck.

"I don't care what you want to do when because that sounds like you are staying with me, and that's all I care about."

His words sent shivers down my spine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He moved slowly, each deep and deliberate thrust making me ache with want. I clung to him, an overwhelming surge of satisfaction washing over me. This was what I'd been longing for all these years - his touch, his embrace, his love.

It was everything I had been craving and not finding for six damn years.

"Fuck," he hissed. "I can't believe how good you feel."

He seemed to slow again, but I arched into him. "More, Kye. Stop holding back. I need more."

His hands ran over my thighs, gripping me tightly as he angled himself deeper. With one sudden thrust, he plunged into me, making me cry out. I felt alive again, my body already climbing higher. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, and I matched it.

Every inch of him was familiar, and yet, everything felt brand new. The way his muscles tensed with each movement, the way his breath hitched in his throat as he pushed deeper into me, the way his eyes locked onto mine as he came. It was all so perfect, so intoxicating, that I knew I never wanted this moment with anyone else.

My body tightened, begging for release, and he gave it, pulling my hips up and moving faster. I grabbed onto him, trying not to scream as white stars burst in my eyes and pure ecstasy flowed through every part of me.

There would never be a better feeling.

There would never be anyone else for me.