Chapter 17

Kali

In sync, we drop the axe to the floor, where it lands with a thunderous clatter.

I wrap my hand up around the back of his neck, raking my fingers over his shaved nape, causing him to groan in appreciation.

His chest rumbles as he lets out a low growl. "I'd peel off every piece of clothing from your delectable body. Slowly," he says in reply to a question I forgot I asked, so overwhelmed by his presence that I can't seem to think straight. He moves his hand up my arm, skimming across my chest and up to my neck, where he softly wraps his fingers around it.

"And then?" I mumble.

"Then I'd kiss every inch of you until you're begging me to lick your pretty pussy, which I can only imagine tastes sweeter than honey."

My breathing quickens. I close my eyes, picturing every delicious thing he wants to do to me. I feel dizzy, my legs becoming shaky.

"I'd kiss your nipples, taking my time to lick each one, slowly. Then bite and suck them until you're squirming." He drops his hand from my neck to the hem of my sweater. He pushes under the thin material, his fingers finding my nipple, pinching, and rolling it between his fingers over the lace of my bra.

"Don't stop," I beg, panting when he gives my other nipple the same attention.

"I'd kiss you all the way down your stomach, then I'd lick your clit, and fuck you with my fingers, so deep into your wet pussy, you'd be screaming my name in minutes."

"Oh God," I moan, my clit throbbing, begging for him to touch me.

Grabbing his hand that was on my inner thigh, I move it higher to my center.

"Nuh uh uh. You do it. Play with yourself." He lays his hand over mine and makes me touch myself, with his guidance, over the denim.

I whimper.

"Do you like that?" he asks, purring in my ear as his other hand moves from my nipples back to my neck.

"What would you do next?" I want him to keep talking, the timbre of his voice affecting me as much as my hand between my thighs. My orgasm builds, heat rising, as the sensation of our conjoined hands rub against the seam of the denim.

"I'm not wearing any panties." My confession drips off my lips. "You forgot to buy clean underwear." I swear he did it on purpose.

"Fucking hell, Kali." His grip tightens around my throat, liking the way it cuts off my air supply a little, making my orgasm build faster.

He circles our fingertips quicker, making the rough fabric run over my clit again and again.

I'm gasping, chest heaving as he dirty talks me into climax.

"I'd fill you full of my cock and fuck you so hard, edging you over and over again. You'd be so wet and begging to come. Because you're such a good girl, only coming when I give you permission. I'd fuck you right, and all night long. Worship every inch of you until you can't take anymore."

"God, yeah." I want all of that, so much. I tilt my head back, bucking my hips to chase my release.

"How would I feel inside of you, Kali?"

"So good. Full." I let out another moan, panting out his name, desperate to come. Needing to. I grab his wrist that's around my neck. "I fantasized about us the other night. About what you would do to me, how you would feel." I thrust my hips more, desperate for my release.

"I'd come inside you and fill you with my cum, and you'd come again all over my cock like a good fucking girl." He praises me before his lips devour the sweet spot behind my ear.

"Come for me," he demands, and I do. I couldn't stop if I tried as I relinquish control and surrender.

"Wade." I cry out his name as my orgasm crashes into me at high speed, making everything around me spin.

"Fuck, yeah, baby." His voice is raspy, as he rubs his thick cock against my ass, and I come from just our fingers. "Such a good girl." Peppering soft kisses over my jaw and neck, warmth floods through me like warm honey. My body instantly turns to Jell-O. He moves his hand from my center, then wraps it around my waist to hold me up, giving me time to come back down from my high.

"You look so beautiful when you come," he mumbles against my skin. I feel incredible, although sort of in shock about what we just did. This was never the plan.

I might have thought about it, but even with every fantasy I've had of him, it's not come close to the real thing. I've never come so hard before. And we didn't even fuck. He barely touched me.

I was wrong about Wade. He is a man, not a boy, and he knows exactly what to do with his hands and mouth… and his words… holy shit, his dirty mouth is super fucking hot.

"Was that okay?" He sounds almost nervous. Slowly kissing the curve of my neck, he stops and rests his lips there.

"It was better than okay. It was amazing." A contented sigh leaves my chest, and I feel sated, relaxed, but I want more.

"I need to use the restroom." He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear as my breathing returns to normal.

"Oh." My eyes pop open in surprise.

Wade chuckles. "I didn't come in my pants, Kali. I'm not a frat boy."

"Okay."

"I just need to sort myself out and take a leak."

"Okay."

My dictionary of words has fallen out of my head. I can't think of anything else to say.

Slowly, he spins me around. I blink, not knowing what happens next, searching his vivid blue eyes for an answer. He starts. "When I get back, we're going to leave and get into my truck. I'm going to drive you home and then I'm going to say goodnight to you on your doorstep. And trust me when I say this, because I can't fucking believe what I am about to"—he takes a deep breath—"it's not what I want, but if we take things between us any further, it complicates things. Age, which seems to annoy you more than me. But there's my job, your business, the press. My head's a fucking mess. You don't need any of my shit. You're too perfect to fuck up. Too good for me, and better than I deserve."

"That's not true." I disagree.

We're so close, I can see the pain in his eyes, and it hurts my heart. Shaking his head, he says, "It's true, Kali, and if I kiss you, I would be making promises to you I can't keep." His thumb softly strokes my jaw. "If I wasn't who I am, or you weren't who you are, and if the press didn't track my every move, I wouldn't care, but I do, and I don't want your business to suffer. Bad press is bad for business, Kali. You know this better than anyone."

He stuns me with his next words, "I'd look after you in ways you couldn't begin to imagine and fuck Michael out of your system. You're a beautiful woman with a big kind heart, you're funny and smart. Fuck, you're the whole package. You deserve someone who can look after you, but I think I would be just a bit of fun to you and that's not the type of guy I am. And like I said earlier, I don't need any distractions."

Speechless, I find myself nodding in agreement.

He kisses my cheek, my temple, then he tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear and stares at me. "But thank you for that. When I'm jerking off in the shower later, I'll be thinking about what your body feels like against mine, and the way you say my name when you come." Laying a lingering kiss on my forehead, I'm left standing there while he walks off to the restroom, readjusting his hard cock as he leaves.

A powerful wave of something that feels a lot like regret washes over me. More like a bucket of ice that has woken me up from my stupidity, but my body still burns from his touch, the memory of his weight wrapped around me like a ghost.

He's left a lasting impression on me.

And we didn't even kiss.