Chapter 20

Kenzie reached for the buttons of her flannel nightshirt. "So" She slowly revealed her body to him. The moonlight pouring in from the windows illuminated her breasts as she unwrapped herself like a Christmas present.

He knew just what he wanted to do. She sat on her knees next to him as she let the nightshirt fall away. He reached out, cupping one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb over one tight nipple. She arched her back, offering herself to him, and he groaned as he reached for her, gripping her by the waist and pulling her on top.

She settled onto his lap, straddling him. Her breasts were now close enough that he buried his face against them. He drew a nipple into his mouth and squeezed gently on her other breast. How could she taste so sweet? He let his hand slide down to her ass, tugging on the black panties. The urge to rip them again was almost overwhelming. Kenzie brought out a savage side in him. He always loved to be a bit rough, sure, but something about her made him feel like an animal, desperate to get at her.

"Wait," she said, hiking her hips up, giving him the chance to pull her panties down, but while she straddled him, he couldn't get them off. He grabbed her waist and pushed her gently so she landed on her back. Then he had the chance to slide the panties off her. He tossed them away and stared down at her.

"You're beautiful," he rasped, making it more than just praise for her body. The moonlight reflecting in her dark eyes. The way she spoke his name.

"Royce."

It made him weak-kneed.

"Go slow?" she asked timidly.

"Anything for you, Little Mac." He'd had her rough and dirty, and now he wanted her just like this, slow, agonizingly tender until it almost killed them both.

He slid back so he could part her knees with his hands. She was pink and wet, her core welcoming him, the patch of dark hair like an arrow pointing him to the most sensitive part of her. He needed to taste her, to feel her tremble and quake against his tongue. He kissed a path from her knee up to her inner thigh, and she wiggled, panting the closer he got. He was so used to tying a woman down to keep her immobile that he'd forgotten the pleasure of feeling a woman struggle to contain her building pleasure. He smiled as he pressed his lips to her clit. The swollen bud peeped out of its hood, and he latched on to it, sucking and swirling his tongue.

She hissed, her hips bucking, but he used his palms on her thighs to keep her legs spread open. He feasted upon her, licking at the sensitive folds, flicking his tongue at the most hidden part of her. He used his fingers with his mouth, bringing her to a panting, gasping orgasm.

She held in her scream, and her legs trembled around his shoulders. She was too weak to do much else but lie there, and that was exactly what he wanted. He slid up her body and freed his cock. He gripped his shaft, rubbing the tip of it over her wet slit. She moaned softly, arching her back. Kenzie was like a virgin sacrifice to a god, and he was so glad he was the one to own her. He took his time, sliding into her inch by precious inch. She reached up and gripped his shoulders as he fully seated himself inside her.

Royce leaned over, caging her with his body. She curled her arms around him, her nails scraping his neck in a way that sent shivers through him and made his cock even harder. When he took a woman, he liked it raw, hard, and dirty, and he rarely ever kissed them. But as he gently thrust into Kenzie, he felt the bone-deep need to kiss her, to feel her breath mixed with his as her body came apart at the same moment his did.

He slanted his mouth over hers. She kissed him back, and something inside him let go. He couldn't explain it, but the knot in his chest, the one that felt as heavy as lead, seemed to dissolve and finally disappear. He felt that pain and that darkness that had been inside of him since he was eight seem to ease. Kissing Kenzie and taking her body slowly in the darkness of this room made him feel like he'd been saved in a way he couldn't put into words. It was as if the flashlight beams swinging through the dark forest had finally found him.

His kiss became urgent, but he still rode her slowly, keeping his thrusts gentle, and she responded in kind. Sweet agony flooded through him as he felt her climax. Her little gasp against his lips was so soft, and yet her coming apart seemed to rock though him to the very center of the world. His body seized, and he buried his face against her neck, kissing her as his own release exploded through him. Every part of his world shifted on its axis.

Long afterward, he continued to explore her mouth. It felt as though he'd never kissed a woman before. Her soft lips beneath his were heaven, and the playful dance of her tongue made him forget the dozens of women he'd been with. There was only this moment, only Kenzie for him.

He lifted his head to stare down at her. She was smiling drowsily. She didn't speak, but then he couldn't either as the lump in his throat made that impossible. Instead, he carefully lifted her up in his arms and tucked her beneath the sheets, curving his body around hers.

"Good night, Royce," she murmured against his chest, and her breathing slowly deepened. He held her close, his thoughts fractured as he tried to understand what had just happened to him. But deep down he knew. He'd always known. He was falling in love with her.

I'm so fucked.