Kendra is on the couch with her laptop, wearing her pig pajama pants, when I get home.

She smiles at me. “Hey.”

“Hi.” I put down my keys and take off my coat, then gesture to her pants. “You’re right, those are definitely the worst.”

She looks down, feigning shock. “What? What’s sexier than chubby little piggies?”

“Almost anything.”

She sets her laptop on the coffee table and I sit next to her. I lie down, facing her, and put my head in her lap. My arms wrap around her and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

“You okay?” she asks, running her fingers through my hair.

“Mm.” The knots of tension in my back are already loosening. “Long day. Stressful.”

She doesn’t say anything, just slides her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and neck. My body relaxes, the strain melting away. God, she feels so good. She smooths out all my ragged edges—soothes the storm that’s always raging inside me.

I nuzzle my face against her belly and pull up her shirt just enough that I can touch her bare skin.

“You’re surprisingly adorable,” she says.

I smile, but don’t open my eyes. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me that.”

“Adorable?” she asks. “No, probably not.”

I crack an eye open. “What?”

She laughs softly. “I’m sure Weston Reid has been called many things. Sexy. Brooding. Cocky. Mysterious, maybe. But adorable? I can see why you don’t get that a lot. I don’t think many people see you the way I do.”

No one does, Kendra.

I’m getting so caught up in her, and I wonder if this is normal. Should I be thinking about her all the time? Missing her when we’re apart? There’s a piece of me that wants to shy away, like I’m reaching out to touch a flame. If I get too close, it’s going to burn. But she’s at the center of the fire, and right now I’m craving her heat.

I sit up and pull her beneath me so I’m lying on top of her. My mouth finds hers and I kiss her deeply, feeling the satisfaction of her body yielding to me. I move against her, gently pressing my cock between her legs.

“Too many clothes,” she says between kisses.

“So greedy.” I grind against her harder and she moans.

She already has the first few buttons of my shirt undone. I sit back on my knees and finish taking it off while she pulls her shirt over her head. I take her pants and underwear off and let them drop to the floor.

Her bra is black lace. I lean down and graze her nipples with my teeth through the thin fabric. She squirms underneath me as I release the clasp and reveal her perfect tits. I can’t get enough of them. The contours of her body are so perfect—so beautiful. I gently pinch one nipple while I suck on the other. She arches her back and moans again.

“Weston, you’re driving me insane,” she says, her voice breathy.

I sit back again, on my knees in front of her, and unfasten my belt. She’s breathing hard, her eyes half lidded. I unfasten my pants and let them hang loose around my hips, but don’t take them off.

“I want to see you touch yourself,” I say.

She bites her bottom lip and hesitates for a beat. Then she slides one hand down toward her pussy. Her fingers brush her clit.

“Show me,” I say, my eyes locked on her fingers as she starts to move them. “I want to see how you make yourself feel good.”

I grab my dick through my underwear and watch. She slips two fingers inside to get them wet and rubs herself, slow at first. She relaxes into it and moves faster. I caress her thigh with one hand and pull out my cock with the other.

“You too,” she says. “Let me see you.”

Oh Kendra, my dirty girl. I slide my hand between her legs and plunge two fingers into her pussy. She moans, her eyes rolling back, and gasps when I pull my fingers out. I spread her wetness onto my cock and with slow strokes, I pump my hand up and down my thick erection.

“How does that feel?” I ask.

“It feels like I want you inside me,” she says.

I groan and stroke faster.

“I’ve done this before,” she says. “Imagining you.”

“Oh fuck.”

“I laid in my bed and dreamed it was you,” she says, moving her hand in a steady rhythm. “It was your cock inside me. Did you do it too? Did you make yourself come and pretend it was me?”

I groan again. “All the fucking time.”

She bites her lip again and smiles. “And now you can have me.”

I stop, my cock still clutched in my hand, and stare at her. I can have her. She’s lying naked in front of me, vulnerable and defenseless. Holding nothing back. And I know Kendra. She doesn’t give this to just anyone. This means something to her. Allowing me to touch her, kiss her, fuck her—giving me access to her most tender places—is such a fucking privilege.

“Come to bed with me, baby.”

She nods and I help her up. I take her gently by the hand and lead her into my bedroom where she helps me pull the rest of my clothes off. My cock aches to be inside her, but I take my time, kissing and stroking her. Tasting her skin. I lay her down on her stomach and kiss up her spine. Nibble her shoulders and neck. Turn her over and kiss her tits. Licking, sucking, feeling her whole body with my hands and mouth. Reveling in the feel of her skin.

Nudging me onto my back, she smiles and licks her lips. Her mouth moves down my body, from my chest to my abs. She plants soft kisses around my incision, then moves lower. I groan when she gets to my cock and runs her tongue along the shaft.

She plunges down on me, suddenly aggressive, her eyes meeting mine. Her mouth is like silk. I put my fingers through her hair, but she’s in charge. I give over to her and lose myself in the sensation. She moves up and down, my cock sliding through her wet mouth, her hand stroking the base. Watching her blow me is fucking unreal and in no time, I’m on the brink of coming down her throat.

“Baby, stop,” I say, tightening my hands in her hair. “Stop, I need to fuck you.”

She slowly releases my dick and as soon as I’m free, I grab her with rough hands and toss her onto her back. I curse the seconds it takes to get the condom on. I need her. I need her right fucking now.

Braced above her, I thrust my hips, my gentleness gone. I lean close so I can feel every inch of her skin and devour her mouth while I plunge inside her, over and over again. She clutches onto me, digging her fingers into my back, moaning into my mouth. I move faster, driving into her. She cries out with every thrust.

We’re both gone, completely out of control. I’m fucking her so hard, but the deeper I go, the louder she gets. She’s the only thing in the world—the only thing that matters. Her scent is all over me, the taste of her in my mouth. Her pussy feels like heaven and I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.

I growl against her neck as the pressure builds. She’s so hot, her pussy clenching around me, her core muscles squeezing my cock. I plunge in hard and grind against her, holding where I’m as deep as I can go.

“Weston,” she says, her voice tinged with urgency.

I lift my head so I can look at her. My dick pulses with the need to unload, but I wait, looking deep into her eyes. A feeling spreads through me, something I’ve never experienced before. It’s warm and tender, and it has nothing to do with my dick buried in her hot pussy. I want to say something, but I don’t have the words. I never have the right words.

So I kiss her, hoping she’s feeling the same thing. Hoping this is enough. That I can show her that she means something to me. This means something to me.

Two more strokes and I feel her come apart beneath me. Her mouth releases my kiss and she cries out with the pulses of her climax. Instantly, my balls draw up and I explode inside her. I thrust my hips hard, burying my cock in her heat. The waves of ecstasy roll through me, so overwhelming I can’t breathe. She feels so fucking good I can barely stand it. I drive into her until it’s over, until I feel like I’m going to drop.

I stay on top of her, breathing hard, my face buried in her neck. My entire body trembles. I’m so overwhelmed, I can’t even look at her yet. Her hands rub slow strokes up and down my back, her touch soothing the fire inside.

She whispers softly, her mouth next to my ear. “That was amazing.”

I roll off of her and onto my side so I can hold her close. My arms envelop her, pressing her against me. I breathe her in, kiss her head. I don’t know what to do with myself, so I keep my arms tight around her, feel the movement of her breath. She clings to me just as hard. It’s as if we both need this—the assurance of each other. That this is real. That neither of us are going anywhere.