Page 51 of The Never List
He doesn’t. If he did…
“That’s my tunic you’re wearing,” he says, pulling back enough to look down at it.
“It was in my room.”
“It looks good on you.”
I wet my lips, the tension tightening between us.
“It would look better tossed over that chair,” he says, motioning toward the chair a few feet away.
Shock ripples through me. And delight. A whole heap of delight. This…this physical attraction, this undeniable chemistry, it’s much easier to focus on. Easier to lose myself in it than the reality he’s just revealed.
I reach up on my tiptoes, gripping the back of his hair hard enough to sting as I bring my lips within an inch of his. “Don’teverleave me behind again.”
“Never,” he says and moves to kiss me, but I pull just out of reach and hold him at bay.
His grip on my hips tightens, and shivers race through me. “You won’t always like what you see, Rylee,” he says, seriousness threatening to steal the heat from his gaze. “But if you want to see it, I won’t stop you.”
Relief flutters inside me, and I release my grip.
His mouth is instantly on mine, and I sigh between his lips. Goddess, he kisses like a dream. The taste of him is like no other, all sweet and citrusy mixed with a whole mess of power. It makes my head spin and my legs tremble.
I wiggle out of his grasp, flashing him a teasing smirk as I grab the hem of my tunic and hike it over my head, tossing it right where he said he wanted it. Nerves threaten to steal my breath as his eyes trail my bare skin, but the look he’s giving me washes any doubts away.
He closes the distance between us, smoothing his hands over my body, taking his time, taking control like he had in the café. But now it’s my turn.
I unfasten his pants, dragging them and his undergarments down in one frantic motion.
“Sit,” I demand, pushing him toward the chair. He goes willingly, dropping into it with athunk. The man dominates the piece, his massive body shifting as he stretches out his legs. My eyes widen at the sight of him, at what is hard and ready between his massive thighs.
So, it’s not only his power that he gets his effortless confidence from. Good to know.
I run my fingers up his thighs, massaging the muscles as I plant teasing kisses along his abdomen, his hips, touching every spot but the one he wants me to. He shifts in the chair, letting out a low rumble as he tangles his fingers in my hair.
“Rylee.” He says my name with an edge that vibrates right between my thighs.
“Yes, Kal?” I ask sweetly, flicking my eyes up to him from where I hover just above his lap.
“You’ll be the end of me,” he says. “I can already tell.”
I grin at that. “You have no idea.”
I wrap my lips around his length before he can respond, swirling my tongue as I move up and down. Kal hisses, his hips thrusting upward to go deeper.
I loosen my jaw and add my hand, working it up and down while I adjust to the size of him. I pull off to trail my tongue along his length and back up, sucking on the tip and moaning around the taste of him—all salt and citrus andhim.
“Fuck,” he groans, and a thrill rushes through me at thepower I feel. He’s letting me take care of him, letting me take the reins from him and show him how I feel, when normally he’s the one always taking care of everyone else.I’mpulling those sounds out of him. I’m the one he’s touching with greedy fingers. I feel like a queen already, and we’re only getting started.
I up my pace, sucking him into my mouth and lowering myself as far as I can go. I breathe through my nose, my eyes watering at the sheer size of him, but my entire body is buzzing with need. Up and down, up and down, I work him until his thighs tense and his grip in my hair stings.
“Rylee,” he groans before tugging on my hair, pulling himself from my mouth. He drags his thumb over my swollen lips, his chest rising and falling as he leans forward in the chair. “When I come tonight,” he says, voice hoarse, “it’s going to be inside you.”
Lava pools in my belly. He hauls me to my feet and swipes one arm beneath my knees, cradling me to his chest effortlessly as he walks us to his bed.
My heart climbs higher in my throat with each step he takes. Iwantthis. I actually want this. Want him.
In this moment, it’s not a game, not an act, not a need for survival. I simply want to be devoured by this man in every possible way, and I don’t waste a second thinking about the repercussions of wanting someone so badly so soon.
