Chapter 5

"Good." She was certainly hot, and she relished the idea of him

being in the same shape. Somehow, it seemed less risky that way.

"You're a witch." He sounded hoarse and she could feel the tension

in his muscles.

"Relax, Sora. And tell me if I do anything wrong." The sounds

of their combined breathing mixed with the quiet night sounds of the

yard: the creaking of a branch, the chirp of insects, the quiet

splash of a frog in the lake.

Kairi spread her hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of crisp hair,

hot skin, and solid muscle. "I love how hairy you are."

He sucked in a breath and held it.

"And how strong. And how caring." She leaned down to kiss his

collarbone, the hard rise of a pectoral muscle, one small brown

nipple.

"I can't believe this."

She couldn't either. Nothing had ever felt so right as being with

Sora this way. "Shhh," she told him.

The sound he made was both humor and lust. "I always knew you were

bossy, but I only suspected the kinky part."

Her tongue glided over his nipple, earning her more gasps and the

additional straining of his large frame.

"Oh babe — "

Nuzzling her face into the dark hair covering his chest, she

inhaled, then had to admit, "you smell good enough to eat."

Her own body throbbed with sharp awareness, with need. Sora's hands,

against her orders, tangled in her hair. He cradled her head,

guiding her mouth over his flesh while murmuring what sounded like

encouragement — and prayers.

Inspired, Kairi stroked him all over, from his rock-hard shoulders

and taut abdomen, to his straining thighs — and then in-between.

Sora's hips lurched, his fingers tightened. "Kairi," he said, his

voice shaking, "I'm on a hair-trigger here, babe. This isn't wise —

"

Kairi felt the length of him with wonder. "You're so big."

Kairi jerked away from her.

His chest heaved, his gasping breaths were ragged. He pulled her

down beside him and squeezed her close, his face in her throat, his

body trembling. Seeing him like this, knowing she was the cause,

excited her unbearably. Kairi crooned to him, kissing his shoulder

lightly and rubbing her hands over his broad back.

Somewhere off in the distance a dog howled. Above them, an owl took

flight.

Kairi, overwhelmed with so many new feelings, shaken with new

awareness, finally admitted that she was madly, irrevocably,

insanely in love.

It made sense; she'd always loved Sora, but she'd thought that love

was only friendship. She'd never dreamed that he might want more

from her so she hadn't even allowed herself to admit to her own

dreams. Now she had no choice because he'd made her keenly aware of

things that she'd always believed were out of her reach.

He wanted to make love to her, she knew that. She wanted it too. But

would it be enough when she wanted Sora forever, when she wanted

home and hearth and the happy-ever-after?

Maybe, she thought, feeling the press of his warm mouth on her

throat, tonight would be the best she'd ever get. Tonight would be

all he could offer. She'd be a fool not to take what she could

get...