Page 101 of Sliding into Love
When we reach my building, he parks, and we take the elevator up to my floor. The moment we're inside my apartment, door locked behind us, Kenneth pulls me close.
"I missed you," he murmurs against my hair. "This past week, trying to stay busy, trying not to think about how much I wanted to see you, to touch you."
"I missed you too." I tilt my head back to look at him. "I hated the distance. The uncertainty."
"No more of that. From now on, we communicate. We talk about the hard stuff. We don't let things fester."
"Agreed." I walk him through the house, our fingers locked together.
My back hits the bedroom door when I spin to face him, and I reach behind me to turn the handle, pushing it open.
"Now it’s time to stop talking about communication and actually communicate in other ways?"
He laughs, the sound low and warm. "Your Majesty, are you trying to seduce me?"
“Always. I can never get enough.”
He captures my mouth in a kiss that's been building all night, all week, since the moment we last touched. It's hungry and desperate and perfect, and I give back just as much passion.
We stumble into the bedroom, shedding his clothes as we go. His jacket, his shirt, and pants all drop away with ease. By the time we reach the bed, he’s down to his underwear, while I’m still fully dressed.
The sight of him makes my breath catch. He’s so fucking hot.
"You're staring," he says, his tone just as appreciative as he looks me over.
"Can you blame me?" I push him down onto the bed. "You show up to my gala looking like sin, dance with me in front of everyone, promise me honesty and partnership, and expect me not to stare?"
"When you put it that way…" He grins, then tempts me down for another kiss. "Stare all you want, Your Majesty. I'm all yours."
"Mine," I agree, the possessiveness in my voice surprising even me. "All mine, Little Menace."
"All yours," he confirms.
I straighten, then spin to give him my side. “Help me with the zipper.”
There’s zero hesitation from him. Cool fingers press against me as he slides the closure down. As the dress loosens, I let my shoulders drop.
Shimmery cream fabric slides down my body, pooling at my feet. With my eyes still on Kenny, I spot the second he sees what I’m wearing.
The lace panties are the same color as my dress. With how see through the fabric is, I know my little menace sees exactly how much I want him.
“Your Majesty,” he breathes, hands reaching out to touch.
He pauses before he makes contact. His gaze moves to mind.
“Touch me, Kenny baby. Show me how badly you want me.”
I've been kissed plenty of times. Before Kenneth, during Kenneth, and in the abstract future that doesn't feel all that real just yet. But none of those kisses have ever felt like this—like he's trying to apologize and stake a claim and prove himself all at once. I open for him immediately, tasting the expensive champagne from the gala on his tongue, and pull him closer.
He tastes like apology. LikeI'm sorry. LikeI missed you. Likedon't let me go.
He slows his kisses, letting me have control, and something inside me unfurls at the surrender. This is what I need from him—this. This complete and utter willingness to let me take what I want.
I work my way across his chest, kissing every inch of him, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing beneath me. His hands come up to my waist, gripping me over the fabric of my lacy panties, and I allow it.
For now, I allow his touch because I need it as much as I need air.
"Royce." His voice is strained. "Don't make me beg."
