Page 89 of Rival for Rent

He rose up on his toes, held my face in both hands, and kissed me.

It was deep and hungry and everything I hadn’t let myself want. Lips and teeth and tongues. Hands reaching, caressing, stroking. Everything.

When he finally pulled away, I felt dizzy.

“Fuck,” I said. “I missed that.”

“It’s only been a few days,” he said.

“That’s too many.”

I swept my arm around him and kissed him again, aiming to make him feel as lightheaded as I did. I pressed him back against the kitchen island, slipping my leg between his, my thigh rubbing against his cock—which was gratifying, since he was once again shirtless, and I was once again hard at the sight of him. But touch was even better.

My mouth moved to his neck, nibbling his skin, wanting to leave a mark. I wanted to claim him as my own.

“Too fucking many,” I growled when I came up for air.

Kai pushed me back and frowned. “Wait a second. Are you going to regret this as soon as it’s over? Because I don’t think I can handle any more whiplash.”

“Regret it or not, I’m not going anywhere. I can’t keep myself away from you. No matter how hard I try. I need you, Kai.”

“Good Because I need you too.”

Our kisses were even more furious after that, and Kai’s hands were quicksilver over my body, touching me, teasing me everywhere. He palmed my cock and started to kneel, but I shook my head.

“No. I want to be inside you.”

His eyes went wide, but he nodded and began to move towards the stairs.

“No,” I said again. “I want you here. Now.”

I spun him around, tugging his pajama pants down so I could stare at his perfect ass. God, how had it taken so long for me to realize I wanted him this way? I needed to make up for lost time.

I slid a finger down his cheeks, found his hole, and teased him there. He moaned appreciatively, then looked back over his shoulder. “We need to get lube.”

“We’ve got plenty down here.”

“Really?” He glanced around the kitchen. “Did you buy some when I wasn’t looking or—”

He stopped talking when I grabbed the bottle of olive oil that I’d left on the counter.

“Holy shit. Can you really use that?”

“You can use almost any oil as lube if you’re desperate. Believe me, we got creative in the field sometimes.”

“Witholive oil?”

“Six thousand years of Greek shepherds can’t be wrong.”

“Be serious right now.”

“Okay, we used Crisco. And sunflower oil. Butter, once. Olive oil should work fine, as long as we—” I broke off, realizing a fatal flaw in my plans. “Fuck. It won’t work with condoms. Which I don’t have down here anyway. Nevermind.”

“Someday, I’m going to need to get detailed explanations of just what you did on deployment.” Kai laughed. “But fuck it. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was tested. And I’m fine with skipping condoms if you are.”

“I haven’t been with anyone but you in over a year. I’m clear too.”

“Well then slick up your breadstick and shove it in my salad.”

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