8
Crystal
I woke up warm. And cozy. In Kit's arms. Oh my god. Last night. Kit Kaswell.
I'd stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower with him. I was never the aggressor when it came to s*x. Never had been with Kit, until now. He'd said he'd wanted a shower and I thought of him naked, water running down all those hard muscles. I knew he had tattoos, but I'd wanted to see them. Once I put my hand on his back, he'd taken over.
All. Night. Long.
I was sore in places I'd forgotten even got sore.
My back was against his front with his c**k was pressing heavy and thick against my bottom. The arm thrown over my waist held me securely and his palm cupped my breast. A perfect fit.
“Morning,” he said, his voice gruff and deep with sleep.
His hand moved, playing with my breast as his
