Page 28 of Kyle (Gold Team #3)

I was lying in bed staring up at a dark ceiling, not wanting to move and wake a still-sleeping Anaya.

And just like every morning, in an effort to calm my morning hard-on, I woke before her and willed my dick to cooperate.

Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t.

And it seemed this was one of those mornings it wasn’t.

It had been a little over a week since the night Anaya had asked me to be patient with her. A week of watching her open up to Emerson, Tatiana, and the guys. Seven days of watching her flourish. It was fucking beautiful to see.

There was this whole other side of her that she’d kept buried so deep that she looked stunned every time it came out. The woman was hilarious, her one-liners and witty comebacks when the guys were teasing her were priceless.

Emerson and Tatiana had done exactly what I’d said they’d do and had firmly pulled Anaya into the sisterhood.

Those three were thick as thieves. And the silent conversations that Anaya had mentioned she’d been jealous of rivaled the nonverbal communication the team and I shared while on a mission.

They could have an entire discussion with facial expressions.

She and Dec had had words about what had happened in the kitchen.

They’d gone out back and were out there for hours talking.

I didn’t ask what the conversation entailed, but after that night a bond had been forged and for the first time, I’d witnessed Declan relaxed.

Or as much as a man who carried the burdens he did, could be.

“Morning,” Anaya mumbled.

Her breath fanned over my bare chest. She nuzzled in closer and kissed my pec before her hand started to glide up and down my stomach.

This was one of the reasons I struggled to will away my erection.

Every morning she did the same thing and every morning I tried to brace against the onslaught and failed.

Her hands felt so fucking good on my skin there was no hope of hiding my reaction to her.

But she was getting bold in her exploration. At first her touch was timid and slow. Shy in her investigation of my chest and stomach. Now, it was firm and demanding.

“Mornin’,” I returned, and placed my hand over hers as she traced the waistband of my shorts.

That was something new. The last two mornings, she’d made her way lower.

“Stop doing that,” she whispered.

“Doin’ what?”

“Stopping me when I want to touch you.”

Oh, hell no. She could touch all she wanted above the belt, so to speak.

My good intentions were being tested with every kiss, every slow glide of her hand, every sound she made when my lips were on her.

My need for this woman was unreal. Nothing like it.

I wanted to lay her out and taste and touch every part of her.

I wanted to fuck her, make love to her, and everything in between.

But part of me loved the torture of anticipation .

“You can touch all you want,” I told her and moved her hand higher into safer territory.

“Not where I really want to.”

I realized my error too late. I should’ve kept my hand over hers. But I hadn’t and she moved too quickly.

“Anaya,” I groaned as her hand moved over my hard-on. Thankfully, it was over my shorts, but damn, the friction felt good. “We should get out of bed,” I suggested.

The sooner the better, actually. I needed to get her up and going so I could take a nice cold shower. Though the icy water never worked and the last five mornings I’d had to jerk off alone in the shower to finally get my dick under control.

“No, we shouldn’t. Not yet.” Her sultry voice filled my ears at the same time her hand continued to move over the nylon of my shorts and my rigid cock. There was nothing I could do but stay frozen and fight the urge to roll her on her back and take us where she was itching to go.

“Anaya—”

“I’m ready, Kyle.”

Every muscle in my body seized at her declaration.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You have a few more weeks until your ribs are healed.”

“They’re fine and you know it. It’s been days since they’ve hurt. I’m a hundred percent.”

“No, you’re—”

“Kyle,” she whined in frustration. “I’m ready. I’ve been tryin’ to tell you but all you do is kiss me and roll out of bed. I don’t know how to do this and obviously I’m not good at it because you’re not picking up on my hints. I want you. I’m ready.”

“Babe, if you were any better, I wouldn’t make it to the shower before I had to jerk off. As it stands, I barely make it there now.”

“You jerk off in the shower?” she whispered. “Why? ”

“Why?” I grunted as she tightened her hold on my cock. “Shit, Anaya. Slow down,” I begged.

“Why would you do that?”

“For starters I wake up with you pressed against me every morning. Then you wake up and start touching me, which means as you move, your tits rub against my side. My cock feels like it’s going to explode.

I want nothing more than to roll you over and bury myself inside you.

” I felt her stiffen next to me and continued.

“I warned you, I cannot control my body’s reaction to you.

You turn me on and there’s no stopping that.

But I can control my actions, which means I get out of bed and take care of it myself. ”

“But what if I wanted you to roll me over?”

“You’re killing me, Anaya,” I groaned.

“You’ve been very selfish, Kyle.” I would’ve laughed at her playful tone and reprimand her if her hand wasn’t steady stroking my dick.

“Anaya—”

“I. Am. Ready. Stop babying me.”

That did it. I could not hold back anymore. I brushed her hand off my cock, rolled up to my elbow and looked down at her. The smile she wore hit me in two places at once—my chest swelled and my cock throbbed. So damn beautiful. So damn sweet.

“You think you’re ready for this?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not talking about me taking you, Anaya. I’m talking about us. You ready for this? A hundred percent. Because if you’re not, we’ll wait. Because once this happens, you’re mine, sweetheart. Mine . And I won’t let you go.”

“I thought I was already yours.”

I felt that, too, straight to my heart. A feeling I never knew existed. Something so deep I took a moment to memorize it, to allow it to wash over me and absorb into my skin.

“We go down this path, it changes everything, Anaya.”

“Okay.”

“No, I see you’re not understanding. We do this, I get all of you. Every piece of you, not just your body, your trust, but everything you’ve been holding back.”

“I’m not—”

“You are, baby. You’ve given me so much, and you’re lying here offering me something so precious, so sweet, and I wanna take it but I won’t—not until you understand I get all of you.”

Anaya stared up at me with her soft eyes still wrought with pain yet tinged with determination.

“I’m trying.”

“I know you are, and you’ve already given me so much, but I want everything. You ready to give that to me?”

She was quiet for a moment before she finally whispered, “Yes. I’m ready.”

“Good.” I leaned forward to brush a soft kiss across her lips but at the moment of contact she opened and swept her tongue along my bottom lip.

Her hands moved between us, her palm cupped my cheek, the other went lower, pressing against my chest, my stomach, then I lost her touch but not her eyes.

She was giving it to me, all of her. Not looking away or guarding herself.

She was showing me everything. And what she was showing was confirmation she was exactly who I’d thought her to be. Fearless.

My hand started moving, too, down her neck, over the swell of her breast, her puckered nipple, and finally to the hem of her shirt.

“This needs to go.”

She hurried to do what I’d asked, pushing my hand aside to take over and the tee was yanked up.

I lost her eyes and her hand on my face, but only because the fabric was pulled up and over her head, revealing her taut stomach and full tits.

I had to close my eyes against the beauty to regain some control.

“Kyle?”

“Give me a minute.”

When I finally had a loose grip on my restraint, I opened my eyes only to find my grip wasn’t loose, it was nonexistent. I had no hope of resisting this woman. None at all, and the truth was, I didn’t want to hold back. I didn’t want to wait to take what was mine, what she’d offered.

Each and every morning I’d felt her tits pressed against my side. I’d known she’d slept without a bra on but, Christ, seeing them bare and feeling them were two different things.

“Promise me, Anaya, you’re ready for this.”

“I promise.”

That was all I needed to hear. I moved and allowed need to take over.

Careful not to give her my weight, I settled between her open legs and lowered my mouth to her nipple and pulled it into my mouth.

But she wasn’t having the distance. Her hands went to my hair, she pulled me down hard, and her back arched.

A low guttural moan filled the room and I couldn’t get enough.

I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, all at once.

I cupped her other breast and lifted it closer.

I switched sides and lavished the other.

Tonguing and sucking every part I could reach like I was starving. And I was. I needed to devour her.

I came up on my knees, still holding both of her breasts in my hands. Unable to take my eyes off of the erotic sight.

“You’re beautiful, Anaya.” My gaze went to hers and she was smiling so big both dimples dotted her cheeks. “So damn beautiful.”

I rolled to the side. One hand went to her hip and tugged down her panties, and as soon as they were to her knees, Anaya wiggled and kicked them free.

Naked.

Holy fuck, was it a sight to behold. I scooted down and my lips went to her hip and I kissed my way across her stomach to the other side.

“Kyle,” she whined and I smiled against her skin.

My lips parted and I licked my way back to where I started.

“Open your legs wider for me.”

She immediately did as I asked and I once again hovered over her, my lips kissing and playing with her tits but this time my finger was teasing her slit. Gathering wetness as it roamed from her opening to her clit. Her hips bucked and her back came off the bed.

“Slow, baby,” I murmured, then went back to tugging her nipple with my mouth.

“More,” she panted.

I slid the tip of my finger into her pussy and groaned when she tightened around the digit. There was no chance in hell I would be able to last. She was too tight, too hot, too fucking eager. I’d blow the second I drove inside of her.

I pushed deeper and her pussy spasmed. No way was she going to come until I tasted her.

My lips pulled off her pebbled nipple and I fitted my shoulders between her thighs, her legs over my shoulders. My mouth latched onto her clit and I flicked my tongue in rhythm with my thrusting finger.

Good Lord, she was hot, and tight, and so fucking wet. And tasted unbelievably good.

“Oh. My. God.” Her hips surged up, her hand dove into my hair and she yanked until pain radiated over my scalp. Oh, yeah, she was sexy as fuck when she caught fire.

My teeth grazed the sensitive nub and she shouted once again. I added a second finger and needed to gently work to get both inside. Her excitement coated my way even though her pussy was clenching, sucking my fingers deeper.

No damn way was I going to fit without causing her pain.

“Kyle.” She paused, her body locked, and her thighs tightened on my head. “I… Kyle.”

My face thrashed between her legs, rubbing her clit with my tongue and my fingers fucked harder until she screamed in pleasure.

Her body sagged and I slowed my ministrations.

When Anaya sighed in satisfaction, I pulled my fingers free and licked her clean. Good God, the woman was perfect. She’d held nothing back. Completely and totally opened herself up.

“That tickles.” She wiggled her hips. “Everything’s sensitive.”

With one last long swipe of my tongue I pulled away. My eyes travelled up her belly, over her heavy tits, and finally to her face.

She was staring down at me and everything she was feeling was clear as day. She wasn’t hiding a damn thing.

“I’m speechless,” she muttered.

I placed a kiss on her pussy, one on her belly button, another between her breasts, and finally one on her lips. She flinched in surprise before her tongue came out and licked her orgasm off my lips.

So. Fucking. Sexy.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you for that out-of-this-world orgasm.”

“For trusting me.”

“I do trust you,” she confirmed.

“I know you do, baby, means the world to me.”

I was fully on top of her, caging her in and there was no sign of distress or trepidation. Both her hands roamed my back, one leg hitched around my hip, the other tangled with mine. The head of my dick had zeroed in, knowing exactly where it wanted to be with no extra guidance from me.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

A sweet smile played at her lips and her eyes danced with need. Yeah, my woman was ready and her whispered response was more than I needed.

“Yeah, honey, more than. Hurry.”

My hips surged forward, and a moan was ripped not from her throat, but her soul. I could hear it, I could feel it, I could see it. And it belonged to me. All of it. All of her. She was mine in every way.

And I was never letting her go.

“Other leg up around my waist,” I grunted.

She wasted no time bringing up her leg and locking her ankles at the small of my back, her heels digging in.

I drove into her, she rocked into me, and I was so fucking lost in our connection, the feel of her, the sound of her, I almost missed it.

My balls started to tingle, and even though she’d come on my fingers, I wanted more.

No, I needed more. I needed her to come around my cock.

I moved my hand between us, found her clit, and went to work making that happen.

Her whimpers turned into impatient moans and I rubbed harder, faster, until her nails clawed my back and she lost the control she was fighting hard to keep.

“Let go, baby, come for me.”

She broke and I slammed my mouth onto her and swallowed her scream. Her pussy spasmed before it became impossibly tight and I lost it. Lost myself, lost my control, and lost my heart.

There was nothing about Anaya Baker I couldn’t love.

If I’d been a different sort of man, maybe I would’ve had a chance to fight her pull.

Maybe if I was stronger, I could’ve held back and not started to fall.

But I wasn’t, and when I looked down into her hazy, satisfied, lust-filled eyes, I knew then I didn’t want to be any other kind of man.

Because that man wouldn’t be worthy of such beauty.