The thought of it makes knots twist in my stomach. I know that I should be there, especially after missing so much at the end of last season, but I’m not about to leave Kayla to her own devices on her first day here. The poor girl is jetlagged and in a city where she doesn’t know anyone. Besides, I’m truly selfish. Even though we’d just landed, I can feel time sliding past us, and sooner rather than later, she’ll be gone. I need to spend as much time with her as possible, like soaking up the sun after an everlasting winter.

With that thought, I head back into the flat. I let Emily off the leash and keep all the doors open so she can explore the flat in its entirety. She seems to take her time in each spot, and I know she can smell Lionel. Hopefully when he comes back later today, the two of them will hit it off okay. I’ve had some dogs not get along with him, but as long as I kept them in separate parts of the house, we’ve been able to make it work.

While she’s busy sniffing the couch, I go into the bedroom, shutting myself inside.

The sight of Kayla on my bed is a hit to the gut. I have to just stand there and take her in. She’s taken off her shoes, socks, and jeans, and is just lying there on her back in a white t-shirt and a pair of knickers. Lacey. Hot pink.

Fucking hell.

The sun is streaming in through the window, bathing her skin in a diffused glow, and her face is absolutely gorgeous. Peaceful and vibrant all at the same time. She’s unreal, and just staring at her in my own bloody bed makes me feel crazy. She moves something deep inside of me, something I don’t think I can ever move back.

“Kayla,” I whisper to her, and she stirs slightly, letting out a soft moan from her lips that makes me unbelievably hard. I want to bring out deeper, hungrier noises from her. I want to make her come in my home. I’ve never brought a woman here before; in the past we had always gone to her place.

I’m not normally such a wishful thinker, but still, I take off my clothes, casually discarding them on the floor and hope that Kayla is up for some jetlagged sex.

I slowly climb onto the bed, the mattress moving beneath my weight. She stirs again as I straddle her, my thighs on either side of hers, my erection thick and hard, bobbing above her stomach. I lean down, bracketing her shoulders between my arms, and slowly run my lips down her forehead, over her nose, until I place them flush on her mouth.

“Mmm,” she says softly. “Where am I?”

“With me,” I murmur, nibbling on her bottom lip before leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw.

She raises her arms, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “In Scotland?” she asks, her voice drowsy.

“Very much so,” I tell her, pressing myself down against her skin.

She lets out a soft gasp. “Are you naked?”

“Aye.” I suck the soft skin on her neck, my head swimming from her raw taste. “And very, very hard.”

“Then I’m glad you woke me up,” she coos, reaching down between us and stroking the tip of my cock. I don’t even have to raise my head to know she’s got a devilish twist to her lips.

A moan falls out of my mouth as her fingers get a better grip, the weight of my body against hers adding crucial pressure. I close my eyes, succumbing to the feeling as I work my mouth down her milky white neck, and start rocking my body gently against hers. The friction on her stomach is incredible, my precum adding just enough slickness.

Before I can get as carried away as a teenager, I pull back and kiss and suck my way down her body. From her shoulder, across to the soft hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, my hand cupping them perfectly, one at a time. I love teasing around her nipples, love how she always arches her back, pushing her breasts up, so ravenous for my lips, for my touch. I like to prolong it as long as possible, doing long, circular laps with my tongue and then blowing lightly. I watch her skin erupt in shivers, her nipple becoming harder, pinker, and it’s torture not to put it between my teeth and give it a sharp tug.

“Oh god,” Kayla whimpers, her hands running through my hair and tugging on the ends.

“Tell me what you want, love,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give you what I have.”

She grabs my head and places my lips on her nipple. “There. Give me pain.”

I smile at how bossy she always is and do as she wishes, nipping the hardened end and giving it a long, hard suck into my mouth. She yelps, then settles into a low, throaty groan, her vibrations rattling me to my very bones. The rigid ache of my cock is almost unbearable now, and all my thoughts are being stolen, directed to my very need to be inside of her.

With borderline desperation, I quickly push her panties to the side. She’s so hot and slick beneath the satin. I grab the base of my cock and straighten up, gripping her hips. Sitting back on my knees, I thrust into her, barely able to control myself.

She feels so good. Always so good. A silky, tight fist that won’t let go.

She cries out, her eyes widening, but I can’t help it. There’s no time to do this gently. There is a fire raging inside me and she’s the only way out of the flames.

I take a firm grip of her thighs, my hands sinking into her soft, smooth flesh, and hold her legs back while I pull out then push myself in again. She’s watching my cock slide in and out of her, and I’m watching too, crazed by the raw, primal sight of our bodies giving each other pleasure and how we fit so perfectly. The giant, quiet man and the wild, tiny girl. Who would have thought that this moment, this us, could have ever happened?

“Please don’t stop,” she says. Her voice is raspy, quiet, and so disarmingly beautiful when I’m turning her on. I could do this until my dying day, just this endless give and take, this exquisite pleasure I get from seeing her features soften, her body respond to me like she’s lucid in a dream. She wants me, all of me, always, and when I give her what I have, what I am, she only wants more.

I don’t stop, but I need to change it up if I want to keep going.

“Lift up, love,” I whisper to her, briefly pulling out and putting my hand beneath her left cheek, rolling her until she’s on her side. I grab her leg, admiring the way her thigh muscles stand out and the flexibility in her joints as she limberly straightens her leg against my body. With my grip on her thigh, I slowly push myself in and out of her, sliding in even deeper than before. I’m hitting a sweet spot, and her mouth is falling open while her eyes pinch closed. She’s soft and aimless as my thrusts become quicker, and I’m reveling in the look of her beneath me.

I slip my hand down to her clit, so swollen, pink, and wet, and begging for my touch. Her body tenses and she lets out a shaking breath as I rub my finger around in taunting, teasing circles, light as air.

She begins to buck into me, wanting more pressure, wanting so badly to come on my dick and my hand. I give in because I’m bloody delirious for her pleasure and because my own thrusts are becoming sharper, quicker, my hips slamming into her at a rate that will make me expire sooner than later.

I can tell she’s close to coming. Her body is shaky with strain, her breaths short and quick. She gets this thing where her lower lip starts to tremble and she has to bite it, almost to the point of bleeding. I like to think it’s because she’s so overwhelmed and trying hard not to let go.

“Over,” I tell her, pulling out again and flipping her over on her stomach. “Hips up.” I scoop her arms underneath her stomach and pull her up until her firm, perky little ass is right in front of me. I wrap my hand around her waist, loving the sight of how small she looks against me, and position myself.

“This is one hell of a way to go through jet lag,” she says softly, her head down and her dark hair spilling forward over her face. I don’t want to let her hide. I reach forward and make a fist in her hair, pulling it back so her neck is arched, her face exposed.