Unsuitable

“Yes.”

It’s one simple word, but saying it means everything is about to change between Kas and me.

And it’s what I want. More than anything.

But sex has always been a big thing for me. I’ve never been the type to sleep around, and I haven’t slept with many people. Two, to be exact.

And, obviously, sex is a big deal for Kas, which makes it a bigger deal for me.

He hasn’t had sex in seven years, and the last person he slept with was Haley. I’m close to two years with no sex.

Christ, it’s like we’re both virgins.

No pressure there then.

Nerves twist in my stomach. But they’re quickly erased when Kas smiles against my lips before kissing me harder, his tongue gliding over my lips, seeking entrance. I part my lips, letting him in, and his tongue sweeps over mine, making me shiver.

His large hands go to my bum. Cupping it, he lifts me, like I weigh nothing. I like the way that makes me feel. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

He kisses a path over my cheek. “I want you in my bed,” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes.”

Then, we’re moving. He’s carrying me from the lounge to his bedroom upstairs.

It’s dark when we enter his bedroom. He gently puts me to my feet in the middle of his room, and he walks over and turns on the lamp on his nightstand. It illuminates a soft glow around the room.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he walks toward me.

My body starts to tremble with nerves and need.

Reaching me, he takes my face in his hands and stares down at me. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Daisy.”

An involuntary shiver runs through me. I know he feels it because his mouth kicks up at the corner.

He runs his thumb over my lips, his eyes following the movement. Then, he puts his mouth where his thumb just was and kisses me.

It’s deep and wet and dirty, and it is the hottest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

My hands wind into his hair as his hands roam my body, like he doesn’t know which part of me to touch first.

His blatant need for me makes me feel sexy and confident.

Breaking from our kiss, I step back from him.

Lustful, hazy eyes stare back at me.

Lifting the hem of my top, I pull it over my head, leaving me in my white bra. Not very sexy, but then I wasn’t expecting to have sex tonight.

Heat flares in those dark eyes of his. So clearly, he appreciates the sight. But he doesn’t make a move to touch me.

He’s turned on though. His erection is visible behind the thin material of his pants.

That bolsters my confidence to keep going.

Bringing my eyes back to his face, I drag my teeth over my lip. Then, I unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper down. The sound is loud in our breathy silence. I hook my thumbs into the waistband and shimmy them down over my hips until they hit the floor.

And then I’m standing before him in just my bra and knickers.

My body is vibrating with excitement and nerves.

From the exercise I do, I know I’m physically in good shape, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling trepidation over what Kas thinks about me…about my body.

I kick my jeans aside and glance down.

Oh dear God.

I’m wearing my Minnie Mouse knickers. I literally have Minnie covering my mini.

I thought it was funny when I bought them. Not feeling so funny now.

“Oh God,” I groan. “Ignore the knickers. So not sexy.”

“You’re wearing knickers?” He steps closer. “I didn’t notice. All I can see is you.”

“Smooth.” I tip my head back.

“Yeah, but I meant every fucking word. You are all I see.”

He tugs me into his arms, and his lips come down on mine.

I melt into his kiss. Wrapping my arms around him, I curl my fingers into the fabric of his T-shirt, now very aware of the fact that I’m almost naked and he’s fully clothed.

I know he said he has issues with the scarring on his body, and his prior behavior when I tried to touch his body or remove his T-shirt makes an awful lot more sense now.

I don’t want to push him on it, but I also want his skin on mine, and he kind of has to be naked for us to be able to actually have sex.

So, I decide the best course of action is not to try to remove his clothes but to ask.

“I want to see you,” I say against his lips.

He freezes, so I move my head back a touch, staring into his eyes. I can see a hint of panic in his.

“I want to feel your skin against mine, Kas. I want to feel you.”

He holds my stare, and then he seems to make a decision. He steps back from me.

I see his throat work nervously, and I feel bad for him.

“Just pants, if that’s easier? You can keep the shirt on.”

“No.” The fierce tone in his voice surprises me.

Then, I watch as he reaches back with his hand and pulls his shirt over his head.

He stops, holding it against his chest, his arms still through the armholes.

I can see he’s visibly trembling, so I stare him in the eye. “You don’t have to do this, if you’re not ready,” I whisper.

His infinite pools of blackness stare back at me. I see the determination rise in them. Then, he’s pulling his T-shirt the rest of the way off, and he drops it to the floor.

My eyes move over him. “You’re beautiful, Kas.”

And he is.

Yes, there’s extensive scarring on his body. The remnants of that night. But I don’t see the scars. I only see the man I love. The beautiful golden skin that covers his body, the ripple of muscles that lead down to his very lickable-looking V with the happy trail that disappears into his pants.

He works out, and it shows on his body. In his shoulders and arms…dear God, don’t get me started. But I’ll tell you this…my tongue plans on spending a lot of time getting acquainted with those veins that run through his strong forearms.

I lift my eyes back to his, and the emotion in them nearly slays me.

“Can I touch you?” I ask softly.

I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows roughly. He slightly nods his head.

I step forward, lifting my hand. I press my fingertips to his chest.

He sucks in a breath.

His skin is hot to the touch. I run my fingertips over his chest, over the scars and the unmarked skin, tracing down to his six-pack.

“Beautiful,” I whisper. I stare up into his eyes.

Something breaks and then roars to life in his gaze.

He grabs my head between his hands and slams his mouth down on mine, kissing me—no, devouring me—and I willingly let him take me.

Because I’m his.

And he is mine.

I slide my hands up his arms and to his shoulders. I hold him, my nails digging into his skin, needing more of him…all of him.

His erection is pressed up against my stomach, and it’s a tease. I want to see him…feel him.

Lowering a hand between us, I tug on the waistband of his lounge pants. “Pants, too,” I breathe against his lips.

A low chuckle escapes his lips, and the sound thrills me.

“Bossy,” he murmurs.

“Get used to it.” I smile.

His hands leave my head and remove his lounge pants.

It’s in this moment that I discover that Kas doesn’t wear boxer shorts.

“Oh…wow,” I whisper, swallowing nervously.

I’ve known average. But never big.

Kas is big.

His hot gaze meets mine. I see the spark of a grin in his eyes.

Then, he glances down at his impressively sized cock. “Acceptable for you?”

I nearly swallow my tongue at his blatant words. “Mmhmm,” I squeak.

His mouth smiles, and he chuckles. But, very quickly, that laugh disappears when I take my bra off.

“Acceptable?” I dip my chin down at my cleavage, playing him at his own game.

I see his throat work on a swallow.

“Yeah, you could say that.” His words come out on a breath, his voice lined with gravel.

It makes me laugh.

That laughter quickly disappears when Kas moves so quickly that he startles me. He picks me up and tosses me onto his bed.

He climbs up onto the bed and kneels between my parted legs. I rest up onto my elbows and stare up at him.

He’s magnificent. Like a god.

He reaches forward and hooks his fingers into my knickers.

I might not deserve him, but I get to have him. And, selfishly, I’m keeping him.

I lean back, lifting my hips, giving him better purchase to remove my undies.

I watch, nerves swimming in my stomach, as he slowly pulls my knickers down my legs.

His eyes are ablaze and fixed solely on the spot between my legs. He tosses my knickers to the floor, never once looking away from me.

His eyes graze up my stomach, over my breasts, and finally rest on my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you, Daisy.”

His words grip a tight hold of my heart.

“Yes, you do.” My words come out gravelly with emotion.

Leaning forward, he plants his hands on the bed, surrounding either side of my hips, and he presses a kiss to my stomach. My hands go on his head, fingers sliding into his hair. He licks and kisses and nibbles a path upward until he reaches my breasts. He rests his chin between the valley of my breasts and looks at me.

I bite my lip, my chest heaving with excitement.

His lips lift at the corner. Then, he cups a hand around my breast and takes my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God.” A bolt of lust shoots between my legs, and my hips buck up off the bed, needing contact with him, my clit throbbing with need.

His hand comes off my breast and slides downward between my legs.

With my nipple still in his mouth, his eyes lift to mine. Dark and dangerous and so full of want for me.

It makes my stomach flip.

His fingers slip between me, running over my clit. I’m crazy wet, and I’m not even embarrassed about it. I want him to know what he does to me. How much I want him.

His eyes flare at the feel of me. He releases my nipple from his mouth. “You’re soaked,” he rasps out.

My mouth kicks up. “Well, you’re kinda hot, and you turn me on.”

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Right back at ya, babe.”

Then, he slips a finger inside me, and all humor between us is gone.

“You’re so hot and tight.” His voice sounds ravaged with need.

“Kas…” I whimper, my nails digging into his arm.

Reading what I need, he starts to move his finger in and out, moving faster, fucking me with it. His thumb presses down on my clit, rubbing in circles over it. He licks his tongue over my nipple before sucking it back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks.

I’m writhing and panting, needing this and him and more, so much more.

Then, he’s leaving my breast and kissing his way down my body, shifting lower. His finger lodged inside me, he stills it and puts his mouth on me. His tongue sweeps over my clit, and I cry out.

My legs widen shamelessly. My fingers glide into his hair again, and I push the strands behind his ears.

His eyes momentarily lift to mine, and the look in them almost brings the orgasm out of me. I’ve never seen such a look of pure need and desire and want.

He licks and sucks on my clit, and he starts fucking me with his finger again, driving me higher and higher.

I’m clawing at the duvet, my toes curled in, my eyes closing, as I move my hips in rhythm with his tongue, and then…

“I’m coming!” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed.

Kas pins me down with his hands, his tongue mercilessly licking at my clit, until I’m wrung dry and begging for him to stop because I can’t take any more.

I blink my heavy eyes open, seeing Kas lift up from me. He pushes himself upright and rocks back onto his heels.

His mouth glistens with me. Eyes still on me, he runs his tongue over his lips before pressing the back of his hand to his mouth.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He looks so commanding up there, staring down at me with lust-filled black eyes.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he tells me in a gravelly voice.

“You imagined this?”

“Every damn night since the first day you stepped through my front door.”

“Well, you don’t need to imagine anymore. You can have me. I’m yours.”

I expect him to smile, but he doesn’t. His eyes just stay pinned to mine as his hand goes to his cock, and he starts stroking over it.

Okay, I take back what I said before. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He slowly jacks his hand up and down his cock, and I’m riveted.

I swallow roughly. “Is this what you did while imagining?”

“Yes.”

“And, in your imagination, what were you doing to me?”

“Fucking you hard while you screamed my name.”

Holy shit.

I think I just came again.

I love this side of him—confident and commanding. I wasn’t sure how things were going to be, but holy hell, Kas is full of surprises. Sexual surprises.

And I’m a lucky, lucky, girl.

Shivers erupt all over my skin, standing my hairs on end.

I drag my eyes up to his face and give him a cocky grin. “So, why are you all the way over there when you could be here”—I place my hand over myself—“fucking me hard and making me scream your name?”

I see his eyes flash, and then he’s on top of me. He grabs my hands and pins them over my head. His mouth is on mine, his erection pressed between my legs. I sigh against his lips.

This is what heaven feels like.

A sexy heaven. And a heaven I really want to be in. Or have his heaven inside me.

Jesus, Daisy, could you be any cornier right now?

His kisses are hot and dirty, and he’s practically fucking my mouth with his tongue.

Lifting my hips, I press myself against his cock, wanting his cock to be fucking me. At the angle, his cock slides between the lips of my pussy.

“Fuck,” he chokes out. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”

I press my hand to his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait. I need you, baby.”

His eyes flare at my endearment. Then, he’s moving away, off of me.

“Where are you going?” I stop him with my hand on his arm.

“Just getting a condom.”

“You have some?” I lift a brow.

His cheeks redden. “I bought some when you and I…” He meets my gaze head-on. “I wasn’t being presumptuous. Just…hopeful.”

His lips lift into a boyish grin, and I giggle.

Then, I hesitate, biting my lip. “I have the contraceptive implant. I had it done two years ago. It lasts for three years in total. I haven’t had sex for nearly two years. I’m clean. I’d used condoms before, but after, I got checked. So, you don’t have to use one, if you don’t want to. But I understand if you do.”

His gaze softens on me.

“I trust you.” He brushes his lips over mine. “And I’m clean, as you’ve probably guessed.”

“So, we’re going to—”

“Yeah, baby, we are.”

He moves his hand between our bodies and lines his cock up with my entrance, pushing against me. Then, he takes ahold of my hands, fingers linking with mine, pressing them into the pillow. Our eyes locked, he applies more pressure and slowly starts to push inside me.

“Oh God,” I breathe as he stretches and fills me.

His features are stretched, tightening, and his jaw is clenched so hard that it might shatter.

Then, when he’s all the way inside to the hilt, he pauses. He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s in pain, and I worry that this is too hard for him, that bad memories are invading and taking over. He brings his face down and rests his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.

I need him to move so badly, but I need him to be okay more.

I squeeze my fingers around his. “Kas,” I breathe.

His eyes open. I search his gaze, looking for anything to tell me that he’s okay.

“I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking good. I daren’t move.”

I laugh with relief.

His brows draw together.

And I’m quick to say, “I’m not laughing because of that. I’m relieved. I thought that maybe you were…struggling…” I allude.

Understanding flashes through his eyes. “I’m struggling not to come because you’re so fucking amazing.”

My smile widens. “I want you—whether it’s for two seconds—”

“I can last longer than two seconds,” he growls. “Give me some fucking credit.”

“You know what I meant. And stop arguing with me when you’re inside me.” I lift my face to his, softly pressing my lips over his. “Just move, Kas. Be with me, for however long that is. Then, be with me again. And again. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He stares down at me, emotion lining his eyes, lust filling them.

“Fuck me, Kas,” I whisper.

Those words seem to push him over the edge because he’s moving, pulling out to the hilt and slamming back in. Quick, short thrusts, getting faster and more intense. His hands grip mine to the point of almost pain.

“Daisy…I…Jesus…I…you wreck me. It’s you…it will only ever be you.”

Emotion clamps down hard on my chest. “You wreck me, too,” I whisper.

One of his hands leaves mine and cups my bum, lifting and tilting me. He starts to move with wild abandon, thrusting in and out of me. Fucking me. Taking what he needs.

“Jesus, Daisy…fuck…I’m coming…” His mouth crashes back to mine. “I’m coming,” he breathes into me, his hips coming to rest against mine, jerking, as he comes inside me.