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Chapter sixteen

Kai

I hold my breath, waiting for her response. Part of me can’t believe I just said that. What the fucking hell am I thinking? What would feel good right now would be stripping Isabelle naked and feasting on her. Sliding into her warmth and fucking her until we both see stars.

But that’s not exactly what friends do. And that’s all we are now.

Friends.

Not sure I like that word anymore. Not when it comes to Isabelle Murphy.

She should shut me down. Or I should laugh it off as a joke. We have no business starting something. And yet, I can’t imagine not starting something. Even if it means having to deal with the pain of her leaving again.

Her reply tells me I’m not the only one questioning the sanity of all this. And I’m not the only one wanting to throw caution to the wind.

“What exactly would feeling good include?” Curiosity colours her voice as her finger starts tracing circles on the back of my hand that’s still resting on her leg.

I shift closer, sliding my hands up. “Well, I’d think it could mean just about anything. Like maybe it means we kiss again.” Keeping my eyes on her, I lean in and press my lips to the patch of bare skin between her neck and the collar of her shirt. “Or more.”

Fuck me, her skin is just as soft as I remember.

“Wait. Kai.”

I back off immediately, but her hands cover mine, holding them in place.

“Can we really do this? Keep it casual? I…don’t want either of us getting hurt again.” She whispers that last part.

It’s not easy, but I force myself to really think about it.

Ultimately, I choose to be honest. Even if it does put me in a more vulnerable position than I care to be in.

“We’re good together, Iz. We always were.

And I doubt that’s changed given how I feel just touching you again.

It’s been a long time since I was with someone that mattered, someone that I had a connection with. I’d like to feel that way again.”

The sound she makes is obvious. She doesn’t believe me when I say it’s been a while.

I need her to believe me.

“It’s different from hooking up just for fun.

I’m not gonna lie to you, I’ve been with plenty of women since you left.

But that’s all it’s been. Mutual release, or whatever you want to call it.

But being with someone I care about? Someone that I actually feel something with? That’s a different story.”

“How long has it been since you’ve had that?”

Once again, I pause to think about my answer. The truth is obviously what I need to share. But fuck me, if she doesn’t believe what I say? I don’t know how to come back from that. I do some quick math in my head before replying.

“Eight years, three months and four days. Five if you don’t count the way I woke you up the morning you left.”

Her sharp intake of breath has me holding my own. Clenching my jaw, desperate for her to say something. Anything.

But she doesn’t. Instead, the only girl I’ve ever loved leans in and kisses me for the second time in eight years, three months and four days.

I can’t hold back my groan as my fingers slide through her hair, gripping her tightly, pressing her into me. Fuck. I’ve died and gone to heaven. Her tongue searches for mine, and I open eagerly. No part of me is closed off to this woman except my heart.

I’m not fool enough to risk that again.

But my body? It’s hers for the taking.

She whimpers when I tug her lower lip between my teeth, and I move one arm to band around her waist, then shift us until I’m lying on the couch and she’s over top of me. Her hair falls around us, and I press lightly on her back, encouraging her to rest her weight on me.

She lowers herself down until her hips are resting on top of mine. The cute little gasp she makes when she feels my already hard cock press into her makes me smirk.

But I’ll settle for more kissing. For now.

Making out with Isabelle Murphy isn’t exactly a hardship. And now that I’ve got her luscious body on top of me, my hands are free to roam and explore. Every curve, every inch, every spot that is so familiar to me and yet feels brand new as if I’m discovering it for the first time.

I know this woman’s body like the back of my hand. Yet I want to strip her bare and relearn it. Because she’s different now. Softer, rounder, and somehow, even more perfect than before.

Isabelle must have similar thoughts running through her mind because all of a sudden, she backs off, my head lifting to chase her lips when she removes them from mine.

She sits back, her ass on my legs, and her hands roam across my bare chest. They still when she comes to my left pec.

I know what she sees, her brows furrowing as she reads the small string of numbers.

“Is that…” Her voice trails off, but I know exactly what she’s asking. I lift her hand and kiss her palm before laying it back down over top of my tattoo.

“The date we met? Yeah.”

Her gaze darts up to meet mine. “When did you do that?”

My throat bobs up and down as I swallow. “About a week after you left. I wanted it to be a surprise for you when you got back.”

Her lips part. “Oh.”

I lift my upper body off the couch, coming to a seated position with Iz still straddling my lap. Cupping her face in my hands, I force her to look at me.

“That will forever be one of the best days of my life. No matter what happened after. I don’t regret meeting you or loving you.”

She studies my face for a minute, maybe longer. I don’t dare ask what she’s thinking. But evidently, she reaches a decision, because she leans in and kisses me lightly.

“I don’t regret it either.” She shifts on my lap, and I bite back my groan at how good it feels.

Her voice catches as she continues, “But I don’t want either of us to be hurt when I go back to Italy.

I need you to promise me we’ll keep this casual.

Just two good friends making each other feel good.

You’re okay with that? You think we can do that? ”

I know she’s looking for reassurance. And while a small voice in my head tells me I’m being a fucking idiot, I find myself nodding.

“We can do that.”

Her hands go to the hem of her shirt, and then she lifts it up and over her head, revealing the expanse of creamy tan skin I’ve wanted to see for so long.

“Isabelle,” I groan, my head falling back as my eyes close.

“Touch me, Kai.”

Her whispered command has my head snapping forward, hands immediately lifting to her waist. I can’t help but stare at the divot my thumbs make pushing into her soft flesh.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur, sweeping my hands up her sides before bringing them to her front and grazing my fingers over her lace covered tits. “So fucking gorgeous.”

Her breath escapes on a gasp as I pinch her nipples lightly, rolling them between my thumbs and fingers. My gaze is trained on her face. I don’t want to miss a single second of this.

“Do you still come from having your tits played with? Is this enough to make you scream?” I pinch harder and she lets out a low moan.

My answering chuckle is dark with lust. “Yeah. That’s just like I remember.

” I lean forward and cover one breast with my mouth, feeling the rough lace under my tongue. I need her skin instead.

Popping off, I quickly unclasp her bra and throw it behind us. “Holy shit. I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I mutter as I cup her luscious, heavy tits in my hands. “These are…damn. Isabelle Murphy, you’re bringing all my tit dreams to life.”

She visibly preens under the praise. I fucking love that she doesn’t question the idea that all I want is to worship her.

I tilt my head down again but manage to keep my gaze on her face as my tongue slips out to circle her areola.

I spiral up to the tip of her nipple before sucking it into my mouth, hard, and releasing it with a pop .

I do the same to the other side, then start to move back and forth, laving each side with my mouth until she’s writhing under my touch, her hips grinding into my painfully hard dick.

“Oh God, Kai, I can’t. You’re… Yes!” She ends on a cry as I let my teeth graze along her skin. Her head is arched back, her pale skin flushed pink. I can feel her nails digging into my shoulders. I hope she leaves a mark.

When I hear her breath catch, I know she’s close. Fucking hell, I love how responsive she is. Nothing beats making her fall apart with my mouth on her body.

Nothing except maybe the feel of her pussy strangling my dick.

Without warning, I swing my legs off the couch, taking Isabelle with me. I stand up, smirking at her cry of surprise.

“Holy shit, Kai! Put me down!”

“Not fucking likely. I need to get you to a bed, immediately. Tell me you’re okay with that,” I say, and her cheeks somehow darken even further. Her lips curve up as she nods.

In no time at all, we’re in my bedroom. For once, I’m glad I’m a lazy fucker who never makes his bed. It makes it a hell of a lot easier to push the sheets aside and lay her down.

Standing back, I stare at her intently as I strip off my sweats. My cock, once freed, juts out toward her.

Yeah buddy, I can’t wait either.

When her gaze zeros in on the metal piercing I had done a few years ago, her tongue darts out to lick her lips and I smirk. “Like what you see?”

“Another surprise,” she replies, shifting onto her knees.

Her breasts hang heavy as she shuffles to the edge of the bed.

I step closer, and her hand wraps around the base of my cock carefully before sliding upward.

“Did that hurt?” She lightly swipes her thumb over the barbell that runs horizontal along the back side of my shaft, near the crown of my dick.

“Yeah,” I answer honestly, then groan when she strokes it again. “But the way it feels when you do that makes it all worth it.”

She makes a humming sound. “And how is it going to make me feel?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

I lift her easily and slide her back up the bed before dragging her pants and underwear down her legs. She helps me kick them off, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Good. I’m not the only one feeling the heady anticipation of what’s about to happen.

Putting my knees on the bed, I crawl up between her legs, leaning down to kiss her skin wherever I damn well want to.

“But first, I think I should finish what I started out on the couch, don’t you?”

Her eyes flare wide as she nods.

“The question is, tits or pussy. I know which I’d prefer, but what do you want, Iz?” I tilt my head to the side. The weight of my question hangs in the air. It’s all about what she wants right now.

“I just want you.”

“Both it is.” I wink, then settle down between her legs, running my nose up the crease where her thigh meets her groin. “Ah fuck, you smell delicious.”

I lick a strip up her neatly trimmed pussy. “And taste even better.”

Her hips arch up to meet my mouth. And since I’ve got other plans for my hands, I let her move beneath me.

Reaching up, I wrap my long fingers around her breasts, and resume playing with her nipples. Tormenting and teasing, pinching and stroking. All the moves I know drive her wild.

And the entire time, I devour her perfect pussy.

There’s not a single thing I’ve forgotten about this woman. And I plan on proving that to her one kiss, one suck, one fuck at a time.