And just like that, I lost myself.
In her.
In this moment.
In the past we never got to finish… and the future I wasn’t ready to give up on yet.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kai
The secondwe stumbled through my bedroom door, I kicked it shut behind us.
The air between us was thick, charged, humming with a tension that had been simmering for far too long.
Sadie’s breath came fast, her pupils blown wide as she stared up at me, lips swollen from my kisses.
I could still taste her on my tongue, and fuck, I needed more. My hands slid beneath her sweater, fingertips grazing the soft skin of her stomach.
She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t pull away.
Instead, she lifted her arms, letting me strip the fabric from her body.
“Jesus,” I muttered, my hands spanning her waist, dragging her flush against me. “You’re so damn beautiful.Stillso beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed, but before she could respond, I kissed her again, deep and demanding, my tongue teasing hers as I backed her toward the bed.
She went willingly, her fingers working the buttons of my shirt, yanking the fabric off my shoulders before I even had the chance to shrug it off.
I groaned when her hands splayed over my chest, nails scraping lightly down my abs.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel her… skin against skin, nothing between us.
Reaching behind her, I made quick work of her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, baring her to me.
She shivered as the cool air kissed her skin, but I was already there, leaning in, my mouth finding the curve of her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast.
She gasped when my tongue flicked over her nipple, her fingers threading into my hair, holding me there.
I gave her what she wanted, sucking, teasing, my other hand palming her other breast, rolling the tight peak between my fingers.
“Kai,” she breathed, her voice thick with need.
That sound alone sent fire straight to my cock, already hard and aching beneath my jeans.
But I was in no hurry.
I wanted to take my time, wanted to savor every inch of her.
I kissed my way down her stomach, dropping to my knees in front of her. My hands gripped the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, my eyes never leaving hers.
She held her breath as I tugged them down her hips, along with her panties, leaving her bare before me.
She was stunning—flushed, chest rising and falling fast, her thighs pressing together like she wasn’t sure she could handle what was coming next.
“Open for me,” I murmured, my voice low, coaxing.
She hesitated for half a second before she let out a shaky breath and obeyed, parting her thighs just enough.