Page 28 of Unearthed Dreams (Sable Point #3)

Chapter Twenty-Four

CHARLIE

There were no nerves, no hesitation. Kai was more worthy of this gift than anyone I’d ever known, and someday, I’d make him see that.

The bed frame creaked beneath our weight as Kai’s lips crashed against mine, and I opened for him on instinct.

Sometime over the last few months, those instincts had been honed to near perfection.

Kai had taught me more about my own body in weeks than I’d learned on my own in all these years living in it.

And that’s saying nothing about what he’d taught me about his body.

Kai didn’t have the romance novel hero body—the chiseled eight pack and bulging biceps—but he was tall and lean, broad shoulders and strong enough to maneuver my body for his pleasure—and mine—with both precision and care.

I couldn’t believe my first time would be with this gorgeous, perfect man. While I’d never intended to save myself , perhaps I lucked out .

Kai’s tongue tangled with mine, teasing and tasting. He could do magnificent things with that tongue. Magnificent, delicious things that made my legs shake and my back bow.

I tugged against the stands of his hair, breaking our kiss. “More, Kai. Please.”

“Charlie,” he growled against my neck, the vibration sending tiny shivers down my spine.

This was nothing like the careful kisses I’d written in my manuscript.

Those scenes seemed laughably tame compared to the reality of Kai’s hands sliding along my skin, mapping my curves like he was memorizing every inch.

No carefully crafted prose could capture the raw desperation in his touch, the way my body responded without my brain’s permission.

I arched into his touch, my body knowing things my mind hadn’t caught up to yet.

His teeth grazed my collarbone, and I gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

The sound that escaped me was nothing like the delicate sighs my heroine made when her immortal commander touched her.

This was raw, desperate—embarrassingly real.

“God, the sounds you make,” Kai murmured against my skin. His hands slid lower, gripping my hips. “Better than any fantasy you’ve written, pretty girl.”

I smiled, knowing how I affected him. I’d learned to read his body, cataloging every reaction like research for my next book.

The way his breathing hitched when I tugged his hair.

How his muscles tensed when I whispered his name.

The slight tremor in his hands when he was fighting for control.

Each detail filed away in my writer’s brain, though no words could ever do this moment any justice.

He pressed his hips against mine, pinning me to the bed and letting me feel just how hard he was for me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My shorts bunched up into the crease of my thighs as his hands... oh god, his hands...

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice rough. Always asking, always making sure.

“You,” I croaked. “Just you. All of you.”

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and there it was—that flash of hesitation again, that moment where he remembered all the reasons we shouldn’t. I was so tired of that look.

“Kai.” I cupped his face, forcing him to hold my gaze. “I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will scream. And not the delicate, romance-novel kind of scream.”

His hazel eyes flared. “Oh, you’re gonna fucking scream, pretty girl.”

This is really happening. Finally happening.

When his hands slid under my shirt, I arched into his touch, craving more skin contact. His calloused fingertips left trails of fire in their wake, mapping paths across my ribs, higher and higher until?—

“Christ, Charlie,” he groaned against my neck. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Didn’t see the point.” I tried for casualness, but my voice shook. “Was just going to take it off anyway.”

His chest rumbled with approval as he tugged my shirt over my head. The cool air hit my bare skin, making my nipples pebble and my entire being shiver—or maybe it was the way Kai was looking at me, like he wanted to devour every inch.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, trailing kisses down my throat. “So fucking beautiful. ”

Each brush of his lips sent sparks of pleasure racing through my body, building a pressure low in my belly that made me squirm. He continued lower, tracing his tongue around one peaked nipple.

“Oh! That’s—that feels—” My words dissolved into a whimper as he sucked harder, rolling the other nipple between his fingers. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in just enough that I was sure to leave tiny crescents in his skin.

He pulled back to watch my face as he pinched my nipples lightly. My mouth parted in a silent gasp. “Like that?”

I nodded, desperate for more. “Please don’t stop.”

“Gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl.” His hand slid down my stomach, teasing along the waistband of my shorts. “These need to go.”

I lifted my hips, and Kai sat back to slide them off, slipping the fabric past my feet one at a time.

“Can you please hurry?”

Kai chuckled, amused by my need for him, to experience this with him.

“Gotta get you ready for me first. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

I suppose I could appreciate that sentiment. His was the only penis I’d ever seen, so I had nothing to compare it to, but it seemed entirely unrealistic that it would fit inside me.

Perhaps that romance trope was alive and well in this studio apartment.

Kai ran his palms up my legs from ankle to hips, before he shifted, planting his elbows on the bed and spreading my thighs wide.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured. “Everything about you is just so fucking pretty. ”

And then he dove headfirst between my legs, putting that talented tongue to work. I’d keep his mouth there for days, if I could. The feeling of his tongue laving against my hot, wet center was exquisite. I sighed, melting into the mattress as he licked and sucked, nipped and kissed.

He had me barreling toward my first of what was sure to be many orgasms within minutes.

“Oh, Kai, yes. I’m going to—” He sucked on my clit hard, and I shattered, a scream tearing from my throat, just like he promised. Kai moaned as I came on his tongue, and the sound only ratcheted my pleasure higher.

As I floated down from my high, Kai kept working his tongue against me, gentler now but still stoking the flames. When I whimpered from oversensitivity, he finally pulled back, chin glistening with evidence of my pleasure.

“Your pussy tastes like fucking strawberries.” He crawled up my body, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue should have been strange, but instead it just made me want more. Everything with Kai made me want more. “How is that possible?”

His fingers traced along my center, gathering wetness before slowly pressing inside. The stretch was more intense than when we’d done this before—two fingers instead of one. My body tensed at the intrusion.

“Relax for me, pretty girl.” Kai’s voice was rough with need, but still impossibly gentle.

I forced myself to relax, focusing on the way his fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.

Soon I was rocking against his hand, chasing another high, moaning so loud it echoed off the walls .

Kai let out a low laugh and my skin erupted in heat. I immediately stilled and quieted.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know I’m being loud.”

“Don’t you dare apologize. I fucking love how vocal you are. Love knowing exactly what makes you feel good.”

My embarrassment melted away under the heat of his words and touch. His thumb circled my clit and pleasure sparked through me again.

“Besides,” he added with a wicked grin, “we’re gonna get a lot louder before we’re done.”

Oh god. Yes please.

“Then maybe you should stop teasing and get on with it,” I challenged, though my breathless voice probably undermined the effect.

His eyes darkened. “You sure about this?”

I reached between us, palming him through his jeans. His breath hitched, and I savored having this effect on him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He captured my lips in a searing kiss before pulling back to shed his remaining clothes. I watched hungrily as each new inch of skin was revealed. When he was finally naked, I ogled him shamelessly. My fingers itched to touch, to explore.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” I ran my hands up his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. “I love you.”

His eyes softened even as his jaw clenched with restraint. He didn’t say it back—couldn’t say it back yet—but I saw the truth of his feelings in the tender way he touched me, the care he took in preparing my body for his .

“Last chance to change your mind,” he murmured, positioning himself at my entrance.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I want this. I want you.”

“Fuck, wait.” He slammed his eyes shut.

“What? Why?”

“Condom,” he gritted out as he dragged his tip back and forth between my legs.

“Do we have to? I’m, um, on the pill?”

It came out as more of a question than a statement, and Kai’s eyes bounced between mine. “You want me bare?”

“That’s better, right? That’s what the books seem to suggest.”

Kai pressed his forehead against mine and chuckled. I knew he wasn’t laughing at me, but still, I bristled.

“Hey,” I said, swatting his muscled arm. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m sorry.” He kissed me, long and languid. “I’d love to fuck you bare, Charlie. Can’t think of anything I’d love more, actually.”

“Throwing that ‘L’ word around a lot there, mister.”

His soft gaze swept over my face. “Yeah,” was all he said.

It was enough. For now, anyway. Someday soon, I’d need his words, but for now, it was enough.

My heart thundered against my ribs as Kai positioned himself, the hot length of him pressing against my center. His eyes locked with mine, hazel depths swimming with a mix of desire and concern that made my chest ache.

“Ready?”