Sex Bucket List • Tokyo revengers

Part 4 - Chapter 22

Warning: smut

The apartment was quiet. Only the steady tick of the clock on the wall and the soft hum of the refrigerator filled the silence. The kitchen lights were dimmed low, casting a warm amber glow that pooled across the tiled floor. 

I leaned against the counter, a glass of water cradled in my hand, untouched. 

I wasn't thirsty.

I was waiting.

When the front door finally clicked open and Rindou stepped inside, his silhouette framed in the entryway, I saw the slight rise of his shoulders. He hadn't expected me to still be up.

He blinked in the low light, his tie slightly loosened, the collar of his shirt open. "Hey... you're not in bed?"

I turned slowly, setting the glass down with a soft clink. My fingers lingered on the rim as I met his eyes.

"Couldn't sleep," I said, voice low and deliberate. "Had something on my mind."

He stepped closer, curious. And that was when I let my robe fall.

His breath hitched.

Lavender lace hugged my curves, delicate and daring. I stood there for a moment, letting him take it in, his gaze darkening with every inch it traveled.

"Something like this," I murmured.

I circled around the island, barefoot against the cool tile. His eyes never left me, though his head twitched for a second in the direction of Izana's room.

He knew his brother had left, but he wasn't sure if Izana was still home. But I was. I knew Izana hadn't left. I'd heard him moving around earlier. Felt his presence.

And that was exactly the point: let Izana listen. Because I wanted him to hear this. Every second of it.

Senju's advice echoed in my mind like a dare:

Reclaim your apartment. Reclaim your relationship.

I ran a finger across Rindou's belt, teasing, anchoring him back to me.

"Are you too tired for this?"

His laugh was low, husky, rough with heat. "Baby, if I ever say yes to this, you better shoot me in the head."

In a blink, his hands were on me, sure, steady, his grip firm. He lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me down on the edge of the counter. The marble shocked my thighs with its coldness, but I barely registered it. Not with the way he was looking at me. Like I was something holy and sinful all at once.

He kissed me—slow at first, then deeper, needier. My arms wound around his shoulders, pulling him in, mouth parting for him as our tongues met and tangled.

The kiss broke only so he could shrug off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. I tugged him back instantly, locking my legs around his waist, holding him to me.

His lips found my throat, then my collarbone, tracing fire in their wake. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, claiming me. I arched into him, my body brushing his, feeling just how hard he was for me, how ready.

"You look," he rasped against my skin, "so fucking beautiful."

Even now. Even five years later. He still looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

I hope you're listening, Izana.

Before I could pull him back to my mouth, Rindou was dropping to his knees. He didn't bother to slide my panties off. He just pushed them aside.