The Damaged (The Insiders Trilogy #2) - Tijan by Tijan

I needed to finish my coding, and I needed to read six chapters. And then I needed to sleep, because Kash was going to wake me up whenever he rolled in. He’d only sent a couple texts and called once before he was loading back onto the plane after his one-hour meeting.

He was in the air now and not within cell range.

I slid into bed around one a.m. My eyes felt like they were bleeding, but I fell asleep with a smile because I knew what I’d be waking to in a few hours.



* * *



I wasn’t disappointed.

His mouth woke me.

Hard. Demanding.

The bedsheets were whisked away. The bed depressed as Kash crawled more on the bed and his body came down over mine. He still held his weight up, both his arms resting beside my head, but his mouth was on mine. And it was impatient.

I opened for him, and his tongue slid inside. He was tasting me, claiming me. Commanding me.

“Fuck.” He pressed down on me, grinding into me, and I felt how hard he was. He was ready to go. “I missed you.” He whispered those words against my lips, not even lifting away to talk.

I opened my mouth, trying to reply, but he drowned the words.

“Babe, I don’t want to wait.”

I didn’t want to either.

I grabbed the back of his head, my fingers fisting into what little hair he had, and I pulled him tight against me.

I slid my hand down, undoing his pants, and I found him. I wrapped my hand around him, pulling him out and kicking his pants down at the same time.

He helped me, maneuvering, and then a savage growl left him and he was gone.

I was dazed at first.

At first.

Then I heard him ripping his clothes off and I jackknifed up. I was racing him, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

My tank. It was gone. Then my underwear, but I only got a finger through one of the sides, intending to start pulling it down my legs, before Kash grabbed them, and they were gone the next second. I heard a ripping sound and he was back over me, then I felt him, and he was inside me.

Both of us gasped at the sensation.

He stilled. “Fuck.”

I agreed, but I could only whimper from my need. It was so sudden, so overwhelming, and I was done waiting. He was pausing, letting me adjust to him, but screw that. I reached blindly for him, my legs lifting around his waist. He caught one of my legs and panted into my ear, “Jesus. I want to pound you.”

I was nodding. He felt my response. I was only too eager, and then my legs were raised even higher. He lifted my ass, moving it down and repositioned himself. With my feet over his shoulders now, he reared back, and thrust back down. Over and over. Again and again.

A better angle.

A deeper angle.

He was straight-up pounding me, and I was lifting my hips, going back at him.

I could see him in the moonlight. I was so damned grateful that Kash had insisted on windows no one could see through from the outside, though we could see out. I was so damned glad we didn’t have curtains or blinds to block us, because then I wouldn’t have been able to watch him, my eyes on him, his eyes on me as we moved together seamlessly.

We were connected.

This was emotional and physical for us.

I felt him inside me, inside my soul, reading my thoughts, feeling my emotions. We were physically together, but it was more. It was so much more.

He kept going and going, and it was rising, and I was gasping, because I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I felt like we were one person. And then his hand reached down, pressing to me, rubbing, and I was coming with a scream.

My back arched from the climax’s power.

My vision went black. The sensations and pleasure rushed through me, and then I was replete and exhausted, and my man had waited for me to settle before he started again for himself.

He slid in and out, slower, almost torturously, until I nodded and he began moving again. This time for him. This time he was relentless, and I loved it.

I loved him.

I loved that we had this.

I loved that he seemed to want me more and more, need me more and more, because it was the same for me. I was addicted.

I came a second time, just on the heels of his release, as he dropped down and ground into me before gasping. His entire body rested on me, giving me his full weight for a moment. I knew I would only get this from him for a second, and then he kissed the side of my jaw, a feather whisper of a caress, at the same time that his hand ran down the length of me. It went to my hip, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake, and once at my hip, his fingers curled in slightly as he pulled out and went to the side of me. His entire body was pressed to mine, and he reached for my hand, lacing our fingers.

A soft chuckle from him, one that warmed me, and he pressed another tender kiss to my shoulder. “’Morning.”

I grinned at him, too satiated to move my head any farther. I turned, just watching him from one eye. “’Morning.”

His eyes warmed, and again I was thankful for the moon.

Looking at the clock behind him, it was just past five thirty in the morning, so it was still dark. “How was your flight?”

“Long.” He dropped another kiss to my shoulder, his hand moving with mine as he began to rub our hands back and forth over my stomach. “Meeting was good, though. Productive. I’m glad I went.”

I wanted to ask, but I was scared to ask, and then screw it. I asked.

“Did it have something to do with your grandfather?”