Page 51 of Fault Line

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HOLDEN

I takea brief moment to steady myself as I climb the steps to Kaia’s apartment building, pulse racing with anticipation. I’m not sure what it is about being with her, but there’s something heavy about it, something different from what I’m used to.

Maybe it’s just in the way she moves against me, the way she always pushes back, that makes me feel a little bit more alive.

As I reach her door, I hear the faint sound of music coming from inside. I knock, and a few moments later, Kaia answers, wearing nothing but a tiny pajama set that barely covers her curves. My eyes rake over her body, and my cock hardens in my jeans.

“Hey,” I say, stepping inside and closing the door behind me.

“Hey,” she parrots back, immediately wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

Apparently, this girl wastes no fucking time.

As our lips meet, that familiar rush of heat and desire courses through my veins. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close, and she moans softly into my mouth.

We break the kiss, and I step back to take in the sight of her again. “You look really fucking good,” I say, running my fingers over the silk material of her shorts.

“Figured I’d skip a step,” she says, smirking up at me.

I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her perfume, something light and floral that always seems to linger around her. “I can’t wait to have you again,” I say, my voice low and rough.

She takes my hand and leads me over to the couch, where she pulls me down next to her. Then she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear. “This time, I want to take my turn first.”

“And what would you like me to do?”

“I want you to sit back and relax,” she says, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Just trust me.”

I lean back against the couch as her lips meet my neck and let out a low groan. She trails soft kisses down my chest over the fabric of my thin T-shirt, her fingers slipping down my abdomen, and my cock twitches. She reaches for my jeans, undoing them and swiftly pulling them down.

Wordlessly, her slender hand wraps around my dick.

I groan, deep and heavy, as she strokes me, her fingers working expertly over my shaft. “Oh, fuck,” I mutter, my hips bucking up into her hand. “I’m gonna come too quickly if you keep doing that.”

“Not yet,” she whispers. “I have other plans for tonight.”

She shifts her focus, precum leaking from my tip as she swirls it around with her thumb. Her lips part, she pitches forward, and then she sucks me into her warm, wet mouth. Deeper and deeper still, until I’m bottoming out in the back of her throat.

And oh God, fuckinghell, I can’t take it anymore.

Her hands return to my chest, tracing the lines of my abs beneath my shirt, and my body responds eagerly. I shift my weight, pulling her onto my lap, lowering my head to capture her lips in a fierce kiss.

Our tongues tangle together—desperate, frenzied. The friction between us shatters me, fractures me, and I know that this time, I’m not going to be able to hold back.

I want her too much.Needher too much.

“Fuck, Kaia,” I whisper against her mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy when you take what you want.”

She moans softly, her fingers digging into my skin, and I take that as my cue to continue. I trail my lips down her neck, savoring the taste of her, and her body arches up to meet me.

“God yes, I needed this,” I murmur, sliding my hand up her thigh, feeling the warmth and wetness between her legs.

“Me too,” she breathes, tangling her fingers into my hair.

I grin against her skin, relishing the feeling of her hands on me. I know that we’re both using each other in a way, but in moments like these, it almost feels like something more.

I pull back slightly to look at her, our eyes locked. “You sure about this?”

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