Simply Sinful (Simply 1)

She tasted as good as before. She made him as hot as before—only faster this time. He pulled her top from her waistband, needing to feel, taste, and savor the sensations only she aroused. She raised her arms to make his job easier, and before he could blink, he was facing his fantasy.

Ever since stealing a glimpse of Kayla Luck through a glass storefront window, Kane had been waiting for this. He traced the edge of white lace surrounding her plump breasts, feeling her soft flesh beneath his fingertips.

Her chest rose and fell in time to her rapid breathing, but she held his gaze and didn’t say a word.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re beautiful,” he said.

Her smile lit up her face. “Don’t worry. If I let you get this far, I believe the compliment.”

“Unlike this morning.” He hated that she didn’t trust easily.

She shrugged. “I didn’t know you this morning.”

“And you do now.”

She laughed, and he discovered even her grin made him hard.

Reaching around her, he unhooked the clasps of her bra and pulled the garment off, exposing all of her for view. The blood in his veins pumped fast and furious and he placed a kiss on the distended tip of her nipple.

A strangled sound escaped her lips.

“I guess we’re saving the hot chocolate for later. But I am hungry. How about you?” Reaching to his side, he felt beneath the room service cart left by the hotel staff earlier and came up with a can of whipped cream. “Special request,” he said.

“You think of everything, don’t you?” she asked.

“I try.” He shook the can with one hand.

She was already willing. He also wanted her hot…and wet…and enjoying every moment. She hadn’t done much of that in the past, and he wanted her to remember him even after he was gone. He didn’t want her ever to forget.

With great show and care, he circled her nipple with a generous helping of whipped cream. Her smoldering gaze met his. “Something wrong?” he asked.

“It’s cold.” Laughter and anticipation lit her voice.

“Not for long.” He lifted her breast in his hand, savoring the weight, the feel, the warmth, and then he proceeded to devour his dessert until he was tasting beyond cold and sweet, until he was tasting Kayla.

Unfortunately for him, his plan worked too well. She lost herself in sensation. She moaned aloud; her thighs clenching and unclenching around his. Her hips bucked against him and his coherency vanished. He met her thrusts with unrestrained pumping of his own until he thought he’d come right then.

Lifting her up, he waited only for her to wrap her legs around his hips, and he took the few steps needed. Together they toppled onto the bed. In between spurts of laughter and the mess of the whipped cream, which she attempted to lick from his lips, they managed to stand again and undress.

Kane grabbed for his jeans and pulled a condom out of his wallet, realizing on some subconscious level, he’d been prepared for this. He’d made sure his wallet wasn’t empty.

Shaking off the implications, he joined her on top of the mattress. She lay beneath him, naked and ready. His. He shook his head to clear that thought, but it remained. He pushed a strand of hair off her cheek, stuck there thanks to leftover whipped cream.

“I never realized sex could be fun,” she said, out of breath.

He’d never laughed while doing it, either. “Sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He shifted his weight and slipped his hand between her thighs. She was everything he’d wanted her to be. Warm, slick and, if the sighs greeting his ears were any indication, she was definitely enjoying. He slipped one finger inside her slick heat.

“Kane?” His name came out on a groan.

“What?” Closing his eyes against the tension threatening to burst inside him, he eased his finger out and back in, taking up a slow pumping motion.

“I’d rather you…I mean, we…”

He knew what she meant. But he wasn’t ready. He wanted more for her than a fast fuck. More memories. He slipped his finger back in once more.

Suddenly she wrapped her hand around his cock and proceeded to pick up a rhythm, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, moving faster each time, bringing him closer to the brink.

“Point made,” he said, gripping her wrist.