Chapter 214
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He spun her now, pushed her up against the wall next to the door. His arms were raised above her, his hands flat on the wall, and he lowered his head to kiss her, slow and hot. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he almost groaned to feel those hands on him.
“Kat,” he said against her mouth, his voice hoarse with want. “I need you.”
“I need you, too,” she breathed. “Do you have anything?”
It took him a second to think about it, then he remembered. “Yeah. In my wallet.”
“Get it. I want you inside me.”
“Oh, God.” He fumbled and dropped his wallet, and she giggled as he knelt down to retrieve it. He looked up at her, a smile crossing his face. “I’m smooth, huh?”
“You’re amazing.”
His heart stopped at her words, and he felt a wave of tenderness just wash over him. Nobody had ever told him that, not in the whole of his life, and he was moved, touched, stunned by her simple openness. He believed what she said, without question, and he was grateful that she’d said it.
Jim stood up and set the condom on the small table next to the door. She pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, and gasped at the sight of his chest. She thought her knees might give out with lust.
“You’re so beautiful,” she said in wonder, her fingers running over his muscles. “Just – just perfect.”
His eyes turned pure gold at her touch, and he fought to keep his hands on the wall above her. He let her explore his body, kiss her way across his chest, rub the tattooed muscles in his arms, trace the hard curves of his stomach. Her fingers drifted lower, stopped at the snap of his jeans.
“OK?” she said.
“Oh, yeah, sweetheart.” He ghosted a kiss on her forehead, breathing in her scent. “So OK.”
Kat undid his jeans, pulled them down his legs. Now she knelt in front of him, helping him to kick off his boots and yank the denim down and off. She stood up again, gently stroking him through the material of his boxers. Jim sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, loving the feel of her slim fingers on his hardness.
She took her time, letting herself get comfortable with his body, with its strength and size. Despite not having been with anyone since she’d left Foxburg Falls, she felt no fear at all now. She knew that Jim wasn’t that asshole who’d raped and beaten her, and she trusted him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her; not for the world.
He seemed to be thinking the same thing. He opened his eyes, lifted her chin to meet his intense stare.
“You OK?” he demanded.
Kat nodded.
“You haven’t done this for a while, have you? Not since – since him?”
“No. Not since him.”
He kissed her. “I’ll be gentle, baby. Slow. Careful. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know.”
“And we stop if you say so. You hear me? You just ask. I’ll do anything you say.”
Her eyebrow lifted. “Anything?”
“Yeah.” He grinned down at her, catching her playful mood. “Anything.”
“Well,” she said. “You did say that you take direction well.”
“I do. You want me to do something for you?”
“Hmmmmm.” She blinked up at him. “Maybe you can take off my shirt?”
“I’d be delighted to.”
“Go on, then.”
His rough hands worked their way under her t-shirt, caressing her skin as he tugged it up. When he saw her breasts in the simple white bra, his eyes darkened, turned almost amber. Slowly, watching her eyes, he lowered his head to her chest, kissing, nibbling, licking. She stood, trembling and trying to remember to breathe, as Jim blazed a trail of heat over her skin. When he pulled down the cups and sucked her n*****s, she gave a small cry.
He looked at her. “Kat? You OK?”
“Don’t stop… please, Jim.”
“Oh, baby.” He pressed her breasts together, gave them another slow, wet kiss. “We’re just getting started.”
He unhooked her bra and she let it fall to the floor, not giving a damn about anything except being naked with this gorgeous man. Jim ran his hands down her body and stopped at her waist. They stared at each other now, the unspoken question hanging between them.
“Yes,” she said.
He almost growled in response, his fingers unsnapping and unzipping, pulling her jeans down and off. And there she was, so curvy and creamy, flushed and hot, up against the wall. Jim’s c**k strained towards her, desperate to be inside this amazing woman.
Her fingers shook as they slid under the waistband of his boxers and he smiled at her. “Whatever you want, Kat. No more than that, and you can stop this any time.”
“I don’t want to stop.” She lowered his boxers. “I want it all.”
He lowered his forehead to hers, gasping as she stroked him, up and down, around the head, back to the shaft. Her touch was sweet and sexy, and it took everything he had to not come within seconds. Jim pulled back a bit.
“Let me see you, baby. Let me touch you.”
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