Page 65 of The Never List
I can’t hold back my grin, can’t hide the excitement rushing through my veins at the sensation. I let go of him, dipping backward as I extend my arms, feeling weightless and free in his secure hold. The wind in my blood sparkles to life, begging to be released, to be played with this close to the sky.
Kal chuckles as I draw myself back up.
“I love it,” I say, laughing. It’s so quiet up here, so peaceful. The real world is miles away. “Can we stay here forever?”
His eyes darken, and instead of answering, he crushes his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, sighing at the taste of him. He kisses me like it’s the last time we have, all dominating strokes and searing dips until I’m breathless and rocking against him.
“Fuck, Rylee,” Kal groans into my mouth. His hand moves from my hip to my thigh, hiking up my dress until he finds the lace between. “I’ve never been this starved for anyone.” He tears the lace free of my hips with barely a tug.
“Do you understand that?” he asks. “Do you understand what you’ve done to me?”
I tremble against him as he glides his fingers through my warmth. His grin is this side of dangerous, this side of claiming as he slips two fingers inside me. “You feel that?” He curls his fingers, dragging a moan from my lips. “You may not want to say it, but you’re starved for me, too. I can feel it here.” He hits that spot deep inside me that steals my breath, makes me rock against his hand, silently begging for more.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I do, Kal. I want you. All. The. Time.” I enunciate the words in time to his relentless stroking, my body shaking. Part of my mind is trying to comprehend the sheer strength of this man, the way he’s able to hold us suspended while doing delicious things to my body. The other part is spiraling away from reality, reaching that blissful state where nothing outside of us exists.
“Now be a good girl and come on my hand,” he demands, pressing the heel of his palm against that sensitive bundle of nerves. It throbs against the pressure, sending jolts of lightning throughout my body. “I want you drenched for me.”
“Kal.” I practically keen his name when he adds a third finger, stretching me, filling me. Hot desire builds low in my core, and when he curls those fingers at the same time he presses down with his palm—
I shatter against him, my nails digging into his shoulders as my orgasm rips through me. Shivers skitter up and down my spine deliciously as I unravel at his touch. Gently, slowly, Kal works me through it before pulling his fingers back. His eyes are carnal as he captures my mouth in a quick, searing kiss. “Good girl,” he says. The praise slides over my body like honey.
Then we’re moving, shifting in midair so fast, my heart soars up to my throat. Fear is quickly replaced by sheer exhilaration as Kal spins onto his back, leveling out with me atop him. My head spins at the sight of the sky around us, stretching wide like an elemental blanket. In this position, all it would take is one wrong move, one careless shift, and I’d plummet to my death. An unfamiliar thrill radiates along my bones.
Kal flashes me a challenging look. “Can you handle more?”
I reach for the button on his pants. I grip his hips with my thighs, careful and conscious of every single move I make. Goddess, I can feel the thin air kissing my cheeks, can sense the sky all around me even while my eyes are closed. The gift in my blood is singing, thriving, and more than anything, I wish I could share it with Kal. Show him. Trust him enough.
But I know I can’t, so I give myself over to the instincts driving my body.
I lick my hand and wrap it around his shaft, workinghim up and down in slow, torturous strokes. Kal grips my hips, his powerful hands biting into my skin. I tremble at the touch, arching back on instinct, and nearly topple backward.
“Easy there,” Kal says, righting our position so we’re chest to chest, eye to eye.
I cling to his shoulders, eyes wide as an excited laugh tumbles from me. “What if I fall?”
Kal smooths some of my hair back, shifting beneath me, gliding his hard length through the slickness between my thighs. I tremble at the tease. “I want you to fall,” he says, “knowing I’ll catch you. I’llalwayscatch you.”
A warm shudder shakes my body. I know what he’s asking, but I don’t have an answer for him. Not now, maybe not ever. How can I possibly fall for him when I’m keeping so many secrets?
“Promise?” I ask instead, loosening my hold on him enough so that I can rock myself against his hardness.
He groans at the contact. “I promise,” he says, running his large hands up my back, holding me close. “I’ll always catch you, Rylee. Anywhere. Anytime. No matter what.”
Goddess, this man. Slowly, I reach between us to guide him where I’m aching for him. I only allow an inch to slip inside before I pull him out, doing it over and over until he’s groaning, kissing my breath away with a dominating force that has me tingling all over again.
“Rylee,” he warns, an edge to his tone that is so rare, I tell myself it only exists forme. The power in it, the rush at driving him as mad as he’s driving me, is more intoxicating than any drink or enhancement drug. “Tease,” he playfully says. “Devious, delicioustease.”
“How bad do you want me?” I ask.
Something flickers in his eyes as he looks at me—something serious, confident, unabashed. “More than the stars around us.”
Finally, my thighs shaking, I sink down on him fully.
Kal groans, arching his neck. I lean down enough to nip at his throat, and his hips thrust upward at the contact. I falter for only a second, clutching his shoulders. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, how many times he’s slammed home inside me, it still takes me a few seconds to relax around his sheer girth.
He claims my mouth, his tongue flicking against mine, sending shocks of need over my skin. I rock against him, slowly at first, testing out the new surroundings, then harder as I gain my confidence. Each roll of my hips is like a dream. My fingers start to tingle as I glide them over his chest, forgetting everything outside of the feel of him inside me.
Kal breaks our kiss to watch where we connect before he shoots me a smirk and leansback.I yelp at the slight tilt before he levels out, holding himself outstretched as if he were lying on a bed. “I want to watch you ride my cock,” he says, his tone rough.
