My heart is galloping in my chest. The trust my wildcat is placing in me is staggering—humbling—and such a fucking turn-on, I can barely see straight as I give her a towel to dry off with before I take her hand. Slowly, I pull her after me out of the bathroom, hoping that by not rushing anything gives her the reassurance she needs that she can back out at any time if she changes her mind.

We stop at the side of the bed and I turn to face her.

The shy smile she gives me, along with her hair all wet, makes her look so much younger than she is. My cock twitches at the mere sight of her, but I try to tamp down the need inside that’s urging me to go fast instead of slowly.

I bite down on my lip and let my hand fall from hers. Her eyes glance down at my hands as I start to tug the wet jeans down my hips.

“Fuck,” I curse as the fabric almost chafes my skin, “remind me to remove my clothes completely the next time we do this.”

I grin when she snorts. I can’t help it. The sun has come out after the heavy rain of the afternoon, enhancing the brown colour of her wet hair so it appears almost black, and her rosy cheeks are flushed.

“I will,” she promises softly as she raises her head to meet my gaze once more. Her grey, stormy eyes that I once thought hid so many secrets, are completely open, laid bare. So many emotions swarm through them and I hardly dare blink for fear I’ll miss all of them.

Excitement.

Nerves.

Passion.

And…Love.

I swallow the thickness that’s suddenly appeared in my throat.

“At the risk of sounding like a schmuck from a movie—you take my breath away, sweetheart.”

Her mouth pops open.

“What?”

I nod as I finally manage to get my soggy jeans off and quickly step out of them.

“You heard me,” I smile at her. “Now, lie down on the bed, on your right side.”

Her fingers holding the towel up curl into fists, but as she lets it fall, revealing her peaked nipples, I know she’s still placing her trust in me.

She does as I say, never losing eye contact with me, and I wet my lips at the sight of her chest rising and falling from her heavy breathing. Still keeping her gaze locked with mine, I take a step to the side and lean down to open my bedside drawer. My hands close over the tube of lube right away, and I toss it lightly on the bed above her head.

“First rule,” I murmur as I lean down to place a lingering kiss on her hip bone, “is to always use that stuff for backdoor play.”

“Are there many rules?” she whispers, jumping as I dip my tongue into her navel.

I look up as I keep peppering her body with soft kisses until I’m lying next to her.

“No,” I whisper and kiss the tip of her nose. “The most important one, though, is that if you feel uncomfortable in any way, you tell me to stop, and I will. Okay?”

She wraps her arm around my neck as I place my hand on her arse.

“Yes, Kristian.”

“Good.”

With that, I take her mouth with mine, pulling her closer until she’s flush against me. The room fills up with our low sighs and soft moans while we kiss for what seems like an eternity. I rub my cock against her stomach, needing some friction—needing to move—and I feel sweat gathering on my back at the restraint I have to keep on myself.

I open my eyes and catch hers when I reach for the lube above my head. Slowly, she nods, and at the sight of her heavy-lidded eyes, my cock leaks with pre-cum.

Quickly, I squirt a hefty amount of the lube out in my other hand before I reach down to take her nipple in my mouth. She lets out a long moan as I bite it gently before wiping away the sting with my tongue, and feeling emboldened by her reaction, I suck it harder. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her lift her leg, placing it around my hip, and I groan when I feel her clit so fucking close to my cock.

I ignore the burning sensation in my lungs, concentrating solely on her, and reach for her clit, rubbing it slowly.

“I need to make sure you’re wild for me,” I whisper against her collarbone, breathing her in.

I feel her arm tighten around my neck, and I nip her gently before I swirl my index finger around her wetness and remove it from her centre, only to wander further back between her buttocks.

I feel her tense slightly, but hum deep in my throat while I suck on the sensitive skin behind her ear.

“Relax,” I try to soothe her with my words. “Think only about how I’m making you feel right now—not on where my hand is.”

I still my hand, resting just above her forbidden hole, and wait to apply any kind of pressure until I feel her body relax again. My lips are sore, burning from our kisses, but I can’t stop showing her how much I love her—how much her trust in me means to me—while I start to rub my slick index finger around her anus.

“What does it feel like?” I grunt against her shoulder.

I feel, more than hear, her catch her breath as I put a little more pressure on her entrance.

“Forbidden,” she gasps.

I smile and raise my head, smiling slowly at her.

“What else?”

She bites her lip as she pushes her arse closer to my finger, making me quirk an eyebrow at her. She’s almost ready.

“Tempting…and…”

“And?” I prompt, letting my finger slip further inside. I grit my teeth as she clamps down on it, and I still my cock against her stomach. I don’t want to come just yet.

“And,” she moans, “provocative.”

My finger slips further inside, all the way to my knuckle, and I groan at the tightness. I shuffle down the bed, needing to feel her wet pussy on my cock and as I fuck her gently in the arse, I revel in the way her body trembles hard against me.

“Still with me?” I ask her, needing to hear the words from her lips.

Her breath hitches.

“Yes, oh, God, yes. Don’t stop.”

I increase the pace and keep my eyes on her face, watching with rapt attention every flicker of her closed eyes. Her breath hitches as her hard nipples rub against my chest, and I grit my teeth as my cock head teases her clit.

“I need more,” she begs.

“You sure?” I grunt.

“Yes, baby, please. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fill me up and fuck the life out of me.”

The tether on my control finally slips, and my cock slips easily inside of her pussy, making me see stars as I spill my seed at the first touch. Frustrated, I pump inside of her, hoping to bring her pleasure, not caring in the least about myself.

Her hips meet my thrusts and I slam my mouth down on hers as I fuck her tight arse faster, swallowing her cries of ecstasy. My cock hardens again, and as she wrenches her mouth from mine, screaming my name as she comes, my movements grow erratic as I take her harder than I have before.

“Come, wildcat,” I grind out, “come on my cock.”

Wetness slips down my cock, and I look down, watching her swollen clit as I come for the second time, her name on my lips.

I still my finger as I rest my heavy head on her chest, our breaths puffing out loudly from both of us. My brain feels as if it’s been replaced with sand—I can’t think. I can’t see anything.

I can only feel and smell her all around me.

I barely manage to remove my finger gently from her arse and wipe it on the wet towel before I roll to my back, her on top of me, my arms refusing to loosen the tight hold around her waist. We lie in silence for some time—I don’t know for how long, but it doesn’t matter.

“Oh, my God,” she whispers, her head resting on my chest.

I smirk and nod.

“Oh, my God,” she repeats, her voice slightly louder.

I can’t help but grin at her reaction.

“I-I can’t speak.”

Male pride swells in my chest.

“Good, yes?”

“Fucking amazeballs,” she breathes.

I laugh more heartily at her.

Amazeballs? Who the fuck says stuff like that?

“If you feel this speechless and satisfied after just my finger,” I chuckle, and run a hand over her ruffled hair, “wait until I’ve fucked you in your arse with my cock, sweetheart.”

She hums as she kisses my chest.

“Mmm. I’ll be looking forward to that.”

My heart skips a beat as she astounds me again with the amount of sheer faith she puts in me.

I’ll never give her any reason not to. I’ll die first.

* * *

I hate having to get up from Kristian’s bed and go back to the real world.

I want his bed to be my world. I want to remain lying here in his arms forever.

But…I’m a mother first and last, and right now, I have a daughter who needs me.

“Your thoughts are so loud, they’re practically screaming at me,” Kristian murmurs sleepily.

I sigh lightly and raise my head.

“I have to go,” I apologise as I place my fingertips against his lips. So soft. So enticing. So maddening.

He smiles and mumbles, “I know.”

Nodding, I place one last kiss on his chest and slowly ease off him. I squeeze my inner walls as I try to stop his cum from slipping down between my legs, but if there was ever a less sexy thing to do, it is trying to look graceful as you waddle to the bathroom to clean up.

Still, I think I manage fairly well, and close the door to do my business in private.

Afterwards, I grab a hairband from the toilet bag I keep here and splash some water on my face. When I turn around, I sigh as I look at my wet underwear lying on the floor, frowning a little. I don’t want to put them on, but walking to the house in my sweaty riding clothes isn’t appealing, either.

“Crap,” I mutter and open the door to find Kristian sitting up in bed, talking to someone on his mobile.

“Ja, Mor, jeg har det fint,” he says and rolls his eyes at me when I frown at him in confusion. He moves his phone from his ear and mouths at me, “It’s my Mum”, clearing my confusion, before he turns his attention back to her.

I try to be as silent as possible as I move around the flat and pick up my clothes.

When Kristian raises his voice, I look at him in surprise.

It’s so bloody difficult to eavesdrop on someone when you don’t understand the language they speak, but judging from his turned-down lips and the tense look of his shoulders, the thought that he’s having some kind of argument with his mother enters my mind.

I turn my back on him as I shake out my flannel shirt and put it on, trying not to let on how curious I am. Kristian deserves his own space.

“Fuck,” he shouts behind me, startling me, and I glance at him over my shoulder.

The anger he shows doesn’t scare me, but the sadness in his eyes as he stares at me makes me feel as if I have to brace myself.

I wrap my arms around my middle as I straighten my back. He runs both his hands over his head as he blinks furiously, and I can almost feel my heart stop beating.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Laura, I…” he starts and breathes deeply before he tosses the blankets away and stands up from the bed. Heart lodged in my throat, I wait with bated breath for him to tell me what’s going on. My eyes follow every step he takes to the dresser, where he grabs a fresh set of black jeans and a white T-shirt and puts them on. Barefoot, he walks towards me, and my breath catches at the sight of anguish in his eyes as he looks down at me.

“Kristian?” I ask, really feeling scared now. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, startling me at the ache I can hear in the husky rumble I’ve come to know and love.

“Just tell me,” I beg. “You’re freaking me out.”

He frames my face in his hands and automatically I raise my hands to hold on to his strong arms. I’m glad I do, because his next words pierce through my heart, leaving me battered and broken. Defeated and desolate.

“I have to leave you, Laura.” His voice breaks on my name. “I have to go home.”