Chapter 88

Kira

His skin was warm, his chest smooth. Hardened with surprising muscle. Could books really do that to someone?

His lips were on my neck, his hands pressing my lower back into the hardness at his waist. The moan that escapes me is loud–harsh–filling the room with charged intensity. His hands grip my ass, squeezing me into his hips.

I’m whimpering. Whimpering. Hoping that he touches me.

When he inserts a finger I can’t stop the sound from escaping my throat. I’m no longer in charge. It’s as if he has complete control over me, his fingers coaxing everything he wants and everything I want to give.

The sound of his zipper and our breathing is the only thing that fills the room. His pants drop to the floor and he pries my legs open, demanding entry with his–

“KIRA?”

The pounding of the door rattles my senses. What the–

“KIRA!”

For fuck’s sake. I squint, looking to push the hair from my eyes only to realize my hand is between my–

Fuck. I was having…

Goddess damnit.

“Coming!” I shake my h