Kash was kissing my throat.
Gentle soft touches, caresses, and they were waking me up.
My shirt was lifted and his mouth circled my breast. He was sucking on my nipple. His hand was smoothing down my side, circling my waist, and then oomph, I was lifted off the bed, but he only moved between my legs. His arm was firmly holding my ass up, his fingers splayed out, grabbing on to a good chunk of cheek. Then his free hand was pulling my panties down.
I was awake and I was writhing in his arms.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
My legs clasped around his waist. He looked, meeting my gaze, his eyes darkened and filled with lust, and then he lifted up. He slid inside, and both of us closed our eyes at the contact.
His left hand held my hip and cupped the side of my ass as he began to move inside. “My home.” Those same words again. Whispered. As if he didn’t realize he’d said them. A tear slipped free. It trailed down my cheek. He moved, his mouth catching it, then I arched my back and received a growl in response.
I smiled at the same time I began rolling my hips to urge him on. “Kash.” A whisper from me.
He stilled. “Bailey?” His head was next to mine.
I opened my eyes, rolled my head to his, and said bluntly, “I want you.”
A primal and raw need flashed hot in his eyes. He moved, his mouth found mine, and it was a hard kiss, almost punishing, then he reared back and slammed inside.
This man of mine. He was always in control, so much restraint. I knew why. I knew the reason he remained, the threat he grew up under, the looming cloud currently over him, but in this bed, I didn’t want that from him. I wanted him. Raw. Exposed. Just him, as he thrust harder, deeper, rougher. I was getting him. This was my man. He’d let down the walls and he was taking me on the ride with him.
I wrapped my arms tight around him, my legs raised up higher around his waist.
I was right there with him.