Page 51 of Pretty Lethal
“I’m insatiable when it comes to you,” he groans in my ear.
Words escape me as my body goes up in flames beneath his scorching touch.
I must make some sort of needy moan as Kai’s chest rumbles in a satisfied growl. “I’ll give you everything you’ll ever need, Blackbird.”
Spinning me around, he gets to his knees and places my leg over his shoulder. My hands fist his hair as he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue sending me to new heights as it slides around my swollen clit and penetrates me.
My head falls back, and I grip his hair for dear life when he inserts two fingers and begins to pump. He rubs that sensitive spot deep inside me until I’m bucking wildly against him, and my release is echoing off the shower walls.
I’m still coming down from my orgasm when he stands up, ensuring I’m steady enough to stand on my own two feet before grabbing the shower gel and a washcloth and lathering it up.
“Tell me something about you,” I ask while he runs the cloth over my body, leaving suds in its wake. “I feel like I know so much, yet nothing at all about who you are. Do you have siblings? What are your parents like? Are they still alive? Are you close to them? What were you like in school? Were you on the football team, or perhaps you were in band—I can totally see you wearing a uniform and playing the trombone,” I tease, wagging my eyebrows at him.
He chuckles, his eyes remaining steadfast on his job as he begins to answer me. “I don’t have any siblings. I never knew my parents—I don’t even know their names. A couple adopted me as an infant, and yes, they’re still alive. We’re not ‘talk every day on the phone’ kind of close, but I know they’d be there for me if I needed them and vice versa. My mom sends me care packages every couple of months.”
“She worries about you.”
He nods. “Yeah. It might actually make her whole year when I tell her about this incredible woman who stole my heart and breathed new life into me.” There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“Mmm, sounds like one hell of a woman,” I return.
Wringing out the washcloth, he presses the sweetest kiss to my shoulder. “You have no idea.” He grabs the shampoo bottle next and lathers up his hands before massaging them through my hair. I have to bite back my groan of pleasure, wanting to hear more about his family and childhood. “I definitely didnotplay trombone—or any other musical instrument—in school. I’m completely tone-deaf, much to my parents' dismay. They love music. My mom is an amazing singer, although she only ever does it in her living room, and my dad is a huge jazz fan. I think they secretly hoped I would do something musical with my life, but it wasn’t meant to be.”
He directs me under the hot spray of water, brushing his hand over my head to help wash away the suds. “However, I was on the football team—wide receiver—and I was pretty good at it. I’d even considered a career in it at one point.”
I hear what he isn’t saying, but unlike in previous conversations, he doesn’t lock up or shy away from those memories.
“I can’t see you as a stereotypical jock. While you definitely scream big dick energy, you don’t have that arrogance most jocks I’ve met have.”
He laughs at my words. “While some guys on the team had an abundance of arrogance, for the most part, we were all pretty chill. It’s not like how it is in some of those books you read or in movies, where the football players rule the school. Generally, we were popular, sure, but that was it.”
“So you were a nice but popular jock—sounds like a rare find to me,” I tease.
His lips lift in a grin, and his hands grab my hips, directing me away from the spray so he can duck under it.
“Well, there’s one thing I haven’t told you, yet.”
He makes me wait while he tilts his face up to the water.
“Well?” I impatiently ask when he moves to grab the shower gel, making absolutely zero effort to fill me in.
All he does is smirk as he lathers his body in suds, and only when he’s washing them off does he meet my eyes with a twinkle shining in his. “I was also President of the Chess Club.”
My mouth drops open in shock, and I gape at him for a full minute before finding my voice. “Shut the front door! No you weren’t!”
He releases a full belly laugh. “I was.”
“You play chess?”
“I did. It’s been a while, so I’m probably a little rusty.”
“Can you teach me?”
He was washing the shampoo from his hair, but at my question, he pauses and lifts his head to look at me. His eyes search mine before the most beautiful smile graces his lips. “You just name the time and place, baby girl.”
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When we’re all finally showeredand dressed, we hop into Kai’s car and head toward the bowling alley.
