She forgot everything except the exquisite feel of this man’s mouth on her body.
Her head fell back as he pushed a hand against the small of her back to arch her toward his mouth, drawing her breast deeper into it. She moaned, writhing with pleasure as the heat swept over her entire body, swirling at her core. Where she needed him most.
As if he’d read her mind, his other hand toyed with her panties until she felt his fingers touching her intimately. It was cataclysmic, perfect. Until he placed his thumb on her nub, expertly rubbing as he pleasured her, and that was even more perfect. Heat at her core, suction at her breast, and it all coalesced in one bright, hot pinnacle. With a cry, she crested in a long orgasm of epic proportions.
She’d just had an orgasm on the kitchen counter. She should probably be more embarrassed about that...
Before she’d fully recovered, Kyle picked her up from the counter and let her slide to the floor, then hustled her up the stairs to a bedroom. Heavy, masculine furnishings dominated the room, marking it as his, but a few leftover items from his youth still decorated the walls. He dimmed the light and advanced on her with his slow, lazy walk.
“Oh, there’s more?” she teased.
“So much more,” he growled. “It’s been far too long since I’ve felt you under me. I want you naked. Now.”
That sounded like a plan. The warm-up in the kitchen had only gotten her good and primed for what came next.
Breathless, she stood still as he peeled her dress the rest of the way from her body and let it fall to the carpet. She promptly forgot to worry about the extra pounds she’d gained in her hips and thighs since the last time he’d seen her.
He stripped off his shirt, exposing that beautiful torso she’d barely had time to explore earlier.
When his jeans hit the floor, she realized his chest was only part of the package, and the rest—oh, my. He turned slightly, holding one leg behind him at an odd angle, almost as if he was posing for her. Well, okay then. Greedily, she looked her fill, returning the favor from earlier when he’d gorged on the sight of her bare breasts.
In the low light, he was quite simply gorgeous, with muscles bulging in his thighs and a jutting erection that spoke of his passion more effectively than anything he could have said. The power of it coursed through her. She was a woman in the company of a finely built man who was here with the sole intent of pleasuring her with that cut, solid body. And she got to do the same to him.
Why had she waited so long for this?
“Grace.”
She glanced up into his eyes, which were so hot, she felt the burn across her uncovered skin, heightening her desire to get started already. He was going to feel amazing.
“You have to stop looking at me like that,” he rasped.
“Because why?”
He chuckled weakly. “Because this is going to be all over in about two seconds if you don’t. I want to take my time with you. Savor you.”
“Maybe you can do that the second time,” she suggested, a little shocked at her boldness, but not sorry. “I’m okay with you going fast the first time if I get to look at you however much I want. Oh, and there’s going to be touching, too.”
To prove the point, she reached out to trace the line of his pectoral muscles, because how could she not? He groaned under her fingertips and that was so nice, she flattened her palms against his chest. “More,” she commanded.
He raised his eyebrows. “When did you get so bossy?”
“Five minutes ago.” When she’d realized she was a woman with desires. And she wanted this man. Why shouldn’t she get to call a few shots?
With a small push at his torso, she shoved him toward the bed. And to his credit, he let her, because there was no way she’d have moved him otherwise. He fell backward onto the bed and she climbed on to kneel next to him, a little uncertain where to start. But determined to figure it out.
“Just be still,” she told him as he stared up at her with question marks in his gaze. Then she got busy exploring.
What would he taste like? There was only one way to find out. She leaned down and ran her tongue across his nipple, and it was as delicious as she’d expected. He hissed as the underlying muscle jerked.
“Staying still is easier said than done when you’re doing that,” he muttered, his voice cracking as she ran her tongue lower, down his abs and to his thigh.
She eyed his erection and, curious, reached out to touch it. Hard and soft at the same time, it pulsed against her palm.
He cursed. “Playtime’s over.”