Tamar

I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this. I take a deep breath to settle my nerves, ignoring the fact that I’ve only ever had sex once before, and that was a long twelve years ago. I’m basically clueless beyond the basics, though I want him so bad, I’m hoping my need will help me figure it out as primal instinct kicks in.

Barely breaking from our kiss, I spin around to face him and straddle his lap, grinding my hips against the length of his cock, the pressure perfect against my clit. He groans into our kiss as I rock against him, but it’s clear he wants me, and he’s running out of patience. In a way, it just turns me on all the more, since I love the thought that I’m actually capable of making him lose control.

Grabbing my hips, he positions his cock at my entrance and lowers me onto him as he thrusts upwards, impaling me on his rock-hard length. I gasp at the overwhelming feeling of being filled as my heart hitches and pounds inside my chest. He’s giving me a moment to adjust to the feel of him, but my need for him isn’t a patient thing, and with my arms draped over his shoulders, I start to move, quickly finding my rhythm.

Damn, he feels so good, and the intensity of him fucking me, especially given his generous size, is doing my head in, my body stretched tight around him. With each thrust, my clit rubs against the base of his cock, the energy of my orgasm building inside me, as he breaks from our kiss to trail bites down my neck to my nipples. He bites one and then the other before sucking on my hard nipples, each tug running straight through me and right to my pussy.

“Kage…” His name escapes my lips on a needy gasp, my pace quickening as I ride him, so close to coming as I teeter on that delicious edge.

“You feel so fucking good, kitten. I’m never going to let you go.” He cups my ass with one hand and wraps my hair around his fist with the other, taking control of our pace, his mouth hard on mine once more. Our tongues clash, the water splashing around us as our pace quickens, and I fight back the urge to come, trying to make this last.

But with the thought of my orgasm, comes the thought of his, knowing full well that I could easily get pregnant. I break from our kiss, trying not to panic and ruin this. “Don’t come inside me, Kage. Promise me.”

His brow furrows as his bright blue eyes lock on mine, looking worried. “If that’s what you want, then you have my word, Tamar.”

A sudden sadness hits me as I’m faced once more with our reality—not that it’s been hard to forget. “Maybe someday…”

“Just not now.” He kisses me sweetly, his lips lingering on mine as I hold onto him, hating the sudden onslaught of emotions and how vulnerable I feel around him. Yet I know he won’t see it as a weakness. And sure enough, he does all he can to show me he understands our predicament. “I get it, love. Things are less than ideal, and babies… they’re delicate little things.”

With our bodies moving as one, he takes me with an intensity that sends my heart hammering. I kiss him again, my tongue clashing with his, though this time, I’m no longer driven simply by passion. There’s an understanding between us, a connection that’s undeniable, and it’s stirring up feelings I have no right to, given how crazy our world currently is.

Our pace quickens, and there’s no way I can hold back any longer. “I’m coming, Kage.”

“I’m right behind you, kitten.” He kisses me, swallowing my cries as my orgasm breaks free, continuing to take me hard as I ride out each wave of pleasure. But then he pulls free of my body with a groan, his kisses slowing as his cock pulses against my ass, painting my back with his hot cum. He pulls me into his arms and holds me protectively, before wiping my back clean as I lean against his chest, my head tucked against his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head, and the gesture is damn sweet from a man like Kage. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I am.” Except I’m not.

I’m growing far too attached to him, and he’s making me want things that leave me open to heartache.

Though I don’t want to leave the warmth and protection of his arms, I force myself to finish washing up, knowing that I’m just being an emotional fool for wanting things that won’t ever happen in the world we live in. Except that Cashwell may very well be able to hit the reset button. And that means we might get to a live a normal life again, instead of one fraught with danger and uncertainty.

Kage helps me lather up and rinse my hair, and I do the same for him. And fucking hell, the man looks gorgeous wet, drops of water clinging to his scruffy beard. I lean in and kiss him as he smiles against my lips, and somehow, it’s as if his touch gives me hope. Like it’s reassuring me that we’ll somehow find a way through this.

“Come on. Let’s get you into bed. The water’s gone cold, and you’ve had a long day. Just don’t go thinking I’m done with you yet.” Standing up, he steps over the edge of the tub, giving me a hand as I step out onto the bath mat.

He grabs a towel and wraps it around my shoulders, drying me off with another one, before I turn to help dry him off, my breasts pressed against his tattooed chest. “This was really nice, Kage. I still can’t believe you pulled it off—hot water and all.”

“Anything for you, kitten.” He tilts my chin up and kisses me, but only for a second, before he scoops me up into his strong arms, ignoring my protests, and carries me off toward the bedroom. “Hush, woman. If I want to take care of you, then for fuck’s sake, let me.”

With my arms wrapped around his shoulders, I bite his neck, loving how he groans in response. “You’re spoiling me, Sherlock. A girl could get used to this.”

And that’s part of the problem. We’re pretending to have a romantic date, and that just isn’t our reality. Though I’ll let it slide for now, since I’m enjoying myself far too much, and I might as well make the most of this moment.

“I’d love nothing more than to pamper you every fucking day. And I may not be able to on most days, until we get this world sorted out, but I’ll do my best.” That’s an awfully bold declaration for someone who just met me a few days ago, but I can’t fault him for any of it when I’ve already grown attached to him, our circumstances uniting us, and ignoring the hands of time.

He lowers me onto the bed and tosses aside his towel as he kneels between my legs, his cock already hard again. And fucking hell, the mere sight of it, long, thick and standing erect, is enough to have my pussy clenching with need, despite the fact that I just came minutes earlier. “I think I might need you to fuck me again, Kage.”

“Is that so?” He gives me a crooked grin as his blue eyes light up with mischief and his hands trail over my thighs getting just close enough to my pussy to have me tensing in anticipation of his touch, and then groaning in protest when he doesn’t touch me. “Patience, kitten. I promise you won’t have to wait long.”

“You’re such a tease.” His touch is driving me crazy, but matters get exponentially worse when he nestles himself between my legs, and nips at my inner thigh, his scruffy beard only making things graver as it tickles my delicate skin. “You’re making me crazy.”

“Kitten… we’re just getting started.” I can feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy, making me wet, my hips tilting toward him in my desperation. I bite my lip, trying not to squirm, though he mercifully runs his tongue through my folds and sucks on my clit. “You taste so fucking good.”

It’s like the rest of the world falls away and it’s just the two of us, which is a rare thing these days. I don’t exactly know what he’s doing to me, but his fingers and mouth are like fucking magic, and I don’t think I ever want him to stop. I bury my fingers in his thick wet hair, my body tensing with each thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue. I’m going to come again, the pressure building fast and furious, getting away from me like a freight train running out of control.

But worse still, with each touch, I feel like he’s claiming a part of me, and before long, he’ll own me, heart and soul. But the funny thing is, I’ll happily give myself over to him—which is saying something since I’ve always been the one in control.

My cries fill the room as I come again, my body quivering as he steals my breath and pushes me from one wave of pleasure to the next. He’s claimed my body as his and I surrender myself to this thing between us, and just hope he won’t break my heart.