“Take yours off,” she whispered. Her eyes were focused on the button of my jeans. Each short fast excited breath she took did amazing things to her chest. I was torn between taking my time undressing so I could watch her like this, and covering her hard little ni**les with my mouth.

I started out slow, but the heat in her eyes sent my good intentions out the window. My jeans came off with one swift movement, and then I was back on top of her. Soaking in the feel of her satin smooth skin against mine. Kissing my way down her neck, I inhaled her scent. It only made my head lighter.

“Love, if you need me to stop, then I need you to tell me now.” My voice sounded like a growl. Instead of frightening her, she shivered and clung tighter to me.

“Don’t stop. Please, Krit, don’t stop,” she begged.

That was all I needed to hear. I moved down her stomach one kiss at a time. I licked the skin pulled tight over her ribs, then circled her naval with my tongue before trailing a line of kisses along the lacey edge of her panties. She bucked her h*ps restlessly, and the smell of her arousal met my nose.

I couldn’t think straight enough to get her panties off and enjoy seeing them slide down her legs. I ripped the motherfuckers like an animal, and tossed them to the floor. I had one goal and, pressing her legs open with both of my hands on her inner thighs, I claimed that taste I had only had a tease of.

The first stroke of my tongue right up the center flicked at her entrance then circled her swollen nub. Blythe screamed my name, and her body bucked so hard off the bed, I had to take my hands and grab her waist to hold her down. Fuck me, I wasn’t just obsessed. I was in love.

Chapter Eighteen

BLYTHE

This was . . . I didn’t know this was something that . . . Oh God! I couldn’t seem to grab on to anything to keep me from spiraling. I was falling, and it was exhilarating. My hands grabbed at Krit’s hair, and a groan from his mouth only added to the pleasure his mouth was already causing.

When he had touched me down there the first time, I had been sure nothing would ever feel as good, but holy wow, I had been so wrong. This . . . was . . . wow. No words. I was pulling his hair and I didn’t mean to. I tried to let go, but his mouth would move over me and do something else, and my hands would fist in his soft locks again. Each time I tugged, he growled, so I decided it was fine that I was possibly pulling his hair out. He seemed to like it.

If he was bald when this was over, I didn’t care. I would love him bald. “Oh God!” I cried out as he slid his tongue into the tight hole I knew was meant for something else. Did people do this? A curl of his tongue as it was buried inside me sent shocks through me, and I decided I didn’t care what people did. They were missing out if they didn’t do this.

Then his mouth was gone, and I grabbed at him and began to whimper. I was close. It was so good. Looking up into Krit’s eyes, I saw pure raw lust, and my body trembled from excitement. He wasn’t done.

His boxer briefs were gone as he stood up and jerked them off. Before I could get a full view of him, he moved to my nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small foil square. I knew what that was. I wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to sex. But how did it get in my nightstand?

“I put a box in there today. I didn’t want this to happen and me not be prepared,” he said as he rolled the condom down over himself, and I stared at him there for the first time.

Oh no . . . That was . . . It wasn’t gonna go in. I hadn’t realized they got that big. I mean, you couldn’t see them in pants. If they were that size all the time, you would definitely see them. You wouldn’t be able not to stare at them. And I saw something silver near the head just before the condom slid down over it. Was he? No . . . Could he have a piercing there?

His hard warmth covered me, and his mouth began kissing along my collarbone then up my neck before he stopped and nibbled my ear.

“Trust me?” he asked gently.

Yes, I trusted him with everything. He was my only safe place. The one person who cared. I nodded and turned my head so I could see his blue eyes. “Always,” I replied.

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them again and leaned in to kiss me. His hand slipped down my stomach, and those talented fingers began teasing me. My legs fell open, and I moaned. He always made everything feel so good. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to scream it, but I knew this wasn’t about love for him. He wanted me. That was it.

A pang centered in my chest, and I pushed it away. I refused to let that ruin this. I refused to let anything ruin this. I wanted my first time to be with Krit. I wanted every time to be with Krit, but I would take whatever he was willing to give. He had opened a world for me that I wasn’t willing to let go of until he walked away.

“So wet,” he murmured as he slid his finger inside me. “And you taste like the sweetest honey, I f**king swear. Everything about you drives me wild, Blythe. Everything.”

His voice had gone deep and raspy. It sent chill bumps all over me as his hot breath tickled my skin. “I need inside you. I’ve got to be buried inside you. I can’t wait, love. I can’t f**king wait any longer.”

He shifted and placed his hands on the bed beside my shoulders as he stared down at me. I lifted my gaze to meet his just as the tip of his c**k touched my entrance. The stretch as he lowered himself and sank farther into me burned, but instead of being uncomfortable, there was only pleasure from it.

His slow entrance stopped as he leaned down to kiss me again. This time with a gentle stroke of his tongue. I opened for him, but just as his tongue slipped into my mouth, a sharp pain sliced through me and I cried out, grabbing his arms. I knew it was supposed to hurt. I had read enough to know what had just happened, but for a moment I forgot. Krit moved his mouth from mine and buried it in my neck as he kept his body frozen over me. He hadn’t moved again.

“Tell me,” he said in a tight voice as if he was also in pain. I hadn’t read where it hurt the guy. Did I miss that part? Was I hurting him? Did I need to do something?

“Does it hurt you?” I asked, sliding my hand into his hair and trying to soothe him.

He moved his head and lifted it to look down at me. He didn’t say anything, so I reached up to cup his face with my hands. I didn’t want to hurt him. If he would just tell me what to do to ease his pain, I would.

“Blythe,” he said in low whisper, and inhaled sharply through his nose. “You,” he said, then stopped and let out a small laugh. “I’m never gonna be the same,” he said, then lowered his mouth to mine. I clung to him, kissing him with all the love I couldn’t say out loud.

His h*ps lowered more, and then I was full. Completely. We were joined, and nothing had ever been so right. He started to move out, and I broke the kiss to stop him from leaving me. I wanted him to stay inside me longer. “Don’t go,” I begged.

Krit rocked his h*ps until he was back inside me fully. “Nothing. Fucking nothing could get me to go anywhere.” His voice sounded hoarse as he began to move again.

Pleasure slowly built as his h*ps began a steady rhythm. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his back, wanting to hold onto him in case he ended this before I was ready. His eyes flared, and he moved a hand to grab one of my thighs and squeeze it. “I’ve never,” he started to say, then stopped.

He had never what?

“You’re so tight, love. Nothing like this.” He was panting now.

The muscles in his arms flexed with each move of his hips. The friction brushed the sensitive spot just above where he was connected to me, and my body started humming. It was building again. The release I had almost had earlier when he had been kissing between my legs was coming back, but this time something was different. When he was completely inside me, he hit a spot that sent a small shock through my system.

The more he hit that spot, the more the frantic need clawed at me. I had wanted to watch him as he moved inside me, but my focus was going. The thrill was pounding in my temple, and I couldn’t hold him tightly enough. Scratching. Oh no, I was scratching him, but I couldn’t stop it. The clawing was inside me, and I wanted that.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” His words heated my skin as his mouth latched onto my nipple. The world blew apart, and somewhere in the distance, I heard screaming, but all I could do was hold on as my body soared and floated into heaven.

Krit cried out my name, and I held onto him the best I could while my body drifted back down onto a cloud. The heaviness of Krit’s hard body on top of me, pinning me to the bed, was perfect. I wrapped my body around his and inhaled oxygen again as my mind began to function once more.

We lay that way for several wonderful minutes. Krit would press kisses to my neck where his head was still tucked. His breath soothing my heated sensitive body was an added bonus. I felt like every part of me was a live wire. One touch, and it sent a zing through me.

“Blythe,” Krit said as he lifted his head.

“Yeah,” I replied, reaching up to brush the hair that had fallen in his eyes from his forehead.

“You need to know something.”

No. Not yet. I didn’t want him telling me that this was a one-time thing or about what he did with other girls. I knew that. I just . . . Not yet.

“Let’s not. Okay? I know it’s just a thing. I’m not expecting more. Just not yet,” I said, wanting to bask a few minutes longer in his arms.

His eyebrows lowered, and a frown etched his once well-sated face. Crap. I’d said the wrong thing again.

“This,” he said, pressing into me again, “is not just a thing. Fuck.” He leaned down until his mouth was at my forehead. “That’s my fault, isn’t it? You just gave me the most precious gift in the world, and you think it’s just a thing for me.”

I didn’t respond because I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Blythe, love, what I was going to say, what I need you to know,” he said, moving so he was once again looking into my eyes. “I’m not sharing. You’re mine. No one will touch you but me. I have an addictive personality. I always have. And you just became my number one addiction. I’m gonna want this. A lot. I’m needy and demanding, and now you’re the only one who can meet that need.”

KRIT

She let me take care of her. I had carried her into the bathroom and stood her in the shower under the warm spray of water and cleaned her tender skin. She’d held onto me, and a soft smile had touched her lips the whole time. She didn’t argue that she was fine. She didn’t laugh or push me away. She let me.

I had never had anyone to take care of. I had tried once before, and Jess hadn’t wanted me to take care of her. She’d pushed me away and let me know I wasn’t who she wanted or needed. It had hurt and only been yet another slap in the face. Women wanted to f**k me. They didn’t want anything more.

But Blythe, my Blythe, she let me take care of her. She seemed to glow under my attention. This was what I had been waiting for. I had thought Jess had been my answer. But she’d had a taste of this with someone else, and she knew I wasn’t it for her. I felt like sending her a f**king thank-you card. What if Jason Stone hadn’t come along and stolen her heart? Would I have missed this because of Jess? Would Blythe have never come into my life? The idea of not having her rocked me.

Once I had her clean, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed. A small red bloodstain was on the sheets, and again the possessive monster inside me threw back his head and roared his pleasure. I stood there holding her and letting the proof I was the only man to be inside her wash over me.

Blythe turned her head, and I felt her stiffen in my arms. “Oh, I can clean that up,” she said, starting to wiggle.

I pulled her tighter to my chest. “No. I’m going to dry you off and hold you some more. I like seeing that blood. I did that,” The pleasure in my voice made Blythe smile.