Page 86 of Kentrell

Truth be told, I’d been craving this since we parted ways Monday night. And with the way he’d gone ghost after our call this morning, Ineededthis.

“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth when he deepened the kiss, pulling me closer, like he was trying to crawl inside me.

His hands moved across my body like he was rediscovering it all over again. Mapping every dip and curve. He lifted one of the thin straps from my shoulder and let it fall, then did the same with the other. My nightie slumped down, baring my breasts—and the way his eyes darkened, I knew he liked what he saw.

He pulled back just enough to cup both girls in his massive hands, licking his lips like he was about to dig into dessert.

His thumb flicked over my right nipple and I jerked in his grasp, a gasp catching in my throat.

That smug smirk slid across his lips like heknew.

And then he did the same to the other.

Before I could process it, his mouth was on me—latching onto the left, warm and slow. My head fell back with a moan, my body already unraveling from the heat of his tongue alone.

I hadn’t known… not really.

Not howthiscould feel.

Not how sensitive I was. How just a flick, a suck, the slightest graze of teeth could have me trembling.

“Mmm,” I whimpered again as he switched sides, sucking the right one now, tongue swirling in ways that had my knees buckling all over again—right there in his lap.

And that’s when I felt it.

The ache. The warmth. The slow, liquid need pooling between my legs, pressing down hard and hot against the thick bulge under me.

I’d had so many apprehensions about sex. So many walls and what-ifs.

It never occurred to me that I had no clue what I was actually in for.

His mouth left my breast and traveled upward, kissing a slow, reverent path along the curve of my neck. Each press of his lips melted deeper into my skin, like he was memorizing me inch by inch.

Then, in one smooth motion, he shifted beneath me.

And I felt it—the quiet strength in his body as he stood, still holding me in his arms.

No words.

No rush.

Just heat and intention.

He lifted me effortlessly, his grip secure but gentle, his lips brushing along my jaw as he stood to his full height. My breath caught as he looked down at me, then carefully laid me back ontothe couch—my back meeting the cushions as he hovered above me.

The rest of my nightie slipped down my body with ease, and he helped it along, dragging the silk past my hips and down my thighs until it fell to the floor.

I was bare.

Open.

Exposed in a way I’d never been before.

But I didn’t flinch.

Didn’t fold my arms or cross my legs.

I just watched him.

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