Page 124 of Love, Rekindled

Once he’s cleaned me up and removed my makeup, he leads me back to the bed, pulls the coverlet back, and gives me a gentle push into the coolness of the sheets.

Let me take care of you.

He said it when he was eating me out like a starved animal, but the way he’s actually doing it breaks something in me. Emotion swells inside. All the searching and settling over the years feel like a distant memory under his attention. All the times I wanted to feel special and got a dick pic instead, or got called a bitch by a strange man because I didn’t respond to his vulgar DM—those times fade because this was what I wanted all along.

To feel this special. This considered. This wanted and respected.

“Will you stay?” I ask, my voice low and a little shaky. The oral was fantastic, but this…this is something else.

“Do you want me to?”

Not trusting my voice with more words, I simply nod and watch as he removes his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them in a chair in the corner. His body is like a machine, but warm and gleaming and taut, his muscles seemingly rippling in places other men never even had muscles. He crawls in behind me, pulling me close. My back is pressed into his wide, smooth chest. And though I feel him semi-erect against my backside through his briefs, he makes no move. When he tucks his head into the crook of my neck and lays a kiss there, I reach behind me and cup the back of his head. There’s no way two weeks will be enough. Not with this man. So many thoughts swirl in my head, and despite the jet lag and exhaustion, I’m staring into the dark unblinkingly, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.

“Kira,” he says after a few minutes of easy silence, splaying his hand possessively over my belly. “Baby, go to sleep.”

And as if my body knows something I don’t, it obeys.

CHAPTER TWELVE

~NAZ~

I wakeup alone to sunshine, fresh linen, and Takira’s scent all over me.

That woman will be end of me. I’m not an asshole. I’m considerate to the women I sleep with, sure. But to defer sex altogether and only ensure their pleasure?

Defeats the purpose.

Butherpleasure was my only purpose last night.

Glancing over to the empty spot where she should be, I drag my hands over my face. She probably thinks I have some kind of daddy-little girl thing because I basically tucked her in and put her to bed after oral.

“You did everything but read her a bedtime story.”

I’ve never felt that way. I just wanted to take care of her—for her to feel like she was my priority. Because she was.

My dick strains against my briefs, giving me an angrywhat about uspoke.

“You’ll get yours when you get it,” I mutter, my hand drifting down and into my underwear. I could take the edge off now, but do I really want jizz all in Takira’s sheets when she comes back to bed?

Where is she?

A faint sound from the bathroom draws my attention. Is she okay? The door is ajar, so I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to make sure she’s not seasick or having any discomfort from the food last night.

“Kira?” I ask, pushing the door open a little wider and poking my head in.

“Seriously?!” she hollers from the toilet, her expression one of horror. “I’m peeing in here.”

I should back out…or I could have a little fun. I lean into the doorjamb and cross my arms across my chest. “I was so far up your pussy last night I tasted your heartbeat, but you’re self-conscious about me seeing you pee?”

“It’s not the…” She closes her eyes and draws in a deep breath. The scarf she tied over her braids last night is askew, and it’s the only scrap of material on her whole body. She collapses her long legs at the knees, I guess so I don’t see what I’ve already seenandtasted. She grips the sides of the toilet, and her breasts hang freely.

“One tit is bigger than the other,” she says, cocking one brow. “But I’m sure you know that by now with all the staring.”

“From what I remember last night, I love them equally.”

“You actually didn’t bother much with my breasts.”

“True. I was too preoccupied with your pussy.”

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