Leaning further into him, I fist the black fitted t-shirt that suits him just as much as the red shirt he’d been wearing last night at the club.
Kenyon lifts his head, removes his hand from my hair, and I barely contain the whimper of protest. I give a small scream when he lifts me into his arms by my ass and I have to hold onto his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Which way to your apartment?” he demands huskily, squeezing my ass.
I tell him, and he goes in the direction I gave him. His mouth coming back to mine while he does so. I don’t know how he takes us there without bumping into anything, and I don’t care. He breaks his mouth apart from mine when we get to the stairs. He’s breathing harshly and growls when I move to nip his ear only to move down his neck, pressing kisses as I go.
I’m sure what I’m doing is a big mistake, but I can’t get this man out of my mind. He’s ruined me for anyone else, I already know it. I only hope after this round I’ll be able to survive it.
My mom told me stories; evidently, my father had confided in her. That those of his blood are destined to find the one they’re supposed to be with, and when they find them, no one else will do. I found it to be only lore for his family. Maybe it’s real. I mean, people believe in voodoo and such why couldn’t this be real too.
Kenyon steps into my apartment from the entrance to the bookstore and goes into my bedroom. I squeal when I find myself being thrown through the air and land on the bed. Kenyon stands over me at the edge of the bed and removes his shirt while slipping his shoes off.
I lick my lips nervously as he unbuckles his belt and undoes the button to his jeans.
Before I have a chance to move, wanting to taste him in my mouth again, Kenyon reaches out and hauls me to him. He unbuttons my jeans, lowers the zipper, and goes about pulling them down my legs, finding one of my few secrets as he does.
“Fuck me, no panties,” he rasps huskily. “You are full of surprises, anamchara.”
Oh my, his accent is thick with need. Kenyon’s fingers trail up my legs once the jeans clear my feet and my lips start tingling at the sensation that fills me.
Squirming under his touch, he drives me crazy with kisses up my thigh, my hip, and as his hands slide my shirt up and over my breasts, his lips follow. By the time he has my shirt over my head and releases the front clasp of my bra, I’m withering in need for him to take me.
Kenyon slips his jeans down and spreads my legs. “I’ll be sure to take more time and savor what I’m taking as mine in a little while. For now, I need to be in you. I need to feel your pussy convulse around my cock as you take me.”
I need that too. “Kenyon,” I pant, feeling him lined up at my entrance.
I’m soaked for him already and it’s enough for him to thrust halfway then all the way deep inside on the second thrust. I cry out in pleasure, my back arching at the invasion of Kenyon pushing his cock deeply inside my walls. I know I’m no virgin, but in all honesty, this man’s the only lover I’ve known. The pleasure is all-consuming, and I’m more than ready for him when he picks up momentum and holds my gaze. Pumping deep into my core, I feel him bottoming out with each thrust. My body vibrates with the need to come.
“Enya, come for me,” he growls his command, and it’s like his voice detonates my body, and I scream his name. Kenyon follows behind me several strokes later with a growl of my name.
In the bliss of the orgasm he gives me, I find peace. A sense of safety fills me, and I close my eyes as he withdraws from my body and pulls me into his chest. Without meaning to, I fall asleep unsure of what to do next. Or if I’ll wake alone in my bed and this will be a dream.
Chapter 6
Kenyon
Laying in Enya’s bed, I didn’t expect what we did to happen, but I couldn’t stop myself from taking her. She’d driven me nuts downstairs, seeing her beauty in the daylight and her wanting to get smart with me.
I’d intended to talk to Enya, but then she’d spewed that bullshit about me leaving. I lost my head and ended up shutting her up by kissing her. I don’t know what came over me when it came to me needing her.
Enya must not have slept that great last night since she fell asleep in my arms right after an intense orgasm that had to be one of the best I’ve ever had too. I ended up dozing with her for a bit in my arms until the sounds of music came from somewhere, waking me up. I’m guessing down in the bookstore.
Fuck.
There’s no way she’s going back down there. She’s way too exhausted. Reaching to the side of the bed, I snag my phone out of my pocket and shoot a text to Lillian to check on Ryland as well as tell her to send Zoe a text letting her know that Enya wasn’t working today. I have plans for her and I intend to take my time with them. But first, I need to wake her up and get her to my house where I want her in my bed. It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable and bigger.
Plus, I need to spend time with my son.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I stroke her naked back.
