ed to consider her point of view and nodded. “But that’s easy to fix, Kristy. Limit the tours and make it very clear that trespassers will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Sure, you might get a few teenagers wandering in to sneak a little naughty time in the springs, but I doubt that they could do any serious damage.”
“That’s the problem with you,” she sighed. “You never see the consequences of actions. You just want to enjoy the moment.”
“I am thinking of the consequences, Kristy. I’m thinking of what’s going to happen to Mistywood Farm if you don’t do something about it.”
Swallowing hard, she leaned back as their food arrived. They were like two different people, and it was so hard to find common ground. He thrived off risks and adventures, and she needed stability, but in the back of her head, she knew that he was right.
Maybe it was time to make some changes. Maybe, just this once, she’d indulge in something a little risky.
Start small. Start with tonight.
After dinner, Kashif sat heavily on the bed and shook his head. There was a shift in Kristy at dinner, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. She’d been watching him quietly when they sat down and ordered, but by the time the food arrived, there was a flush in her cheeks, and she shifted around nervously
If only he had some idea what was going on in that head of hers.
He’d called the palace only to find that Melka was with Samir, and the two of them were holed up in a safe house because of what would probably turn out to be a jealous husband. As much as he itched to get the guard fired for what had transpired all those years ago, he wasn’t about to do it if his youngest brother’s life was truly in danger.
Kashif would deal with it when he got back, and the consequences would be swift and severe.
Since there was nothing he could do about it now, he bent down and untied his boots. Although he normally went to bed much later, he had hoped to get up early tomorrow and spend some time with the dogs and Henry. He could sense that it was a good team, and he could practically taste victory. There would be more experienced sledders in the race, and although Kashif wanted to place, he mostly wanted to race. He needed to feel that rush of exhilaration.
The knock on his door was so quiet that at first, he wondered if he’d even heard it. Frowning, he eased it open and stared at Kristy. She’d changed out of her clothes and stood before him in a pair of sexy yoga pants that stretched across her hips and a baby blue lace tank top that showed a clear outline of her perky nipples. She held a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glass tumblers in the other.
His mouth grew instantly dry, and he knew that anything that he said would come out as a rasp. Instead, he stepped back and widened the door.
Moving slowly, she walked in and cleared her throat. “If you’re getting ready to go to bed, I won’t interrupt. I just thought that the diner wasn’t really the atmosphere for celebration. Maybe a toast to the discovery of the hot springs would be more fitting.”
She wasn’t there for a toast, and they both knew it. Taking the liquor and glasses from her hands, he set them on the table and took her hands in his. Drawing her to the bed, he sat down on the edge and pulled her between his legs. Her breathing grew heavier, but she didn’t say anything to stop him.
Skimming his hands under her shirt, he lifted the material and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her flat abdomen. She tangled her fingers in his hair and sighed in pleasure.
“I never forgot a single thing about you,” he whispered as he slid the material up and over her breasts. “The way you felt in my arms. The way you tasted. The way you cried out when you came.”
“Kashif,” she whispered. Stepping away from him, she met his gaze and stripped off her shirt.
“The pants too,” he said hoarsely. “I need to see you, Kristy.”
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, she slowly drew the pants down, bending as she went. Kashif’s rising cock grew instantly hard, and he grunted in appreciation when she straightened.
Everything about her pleased him. When he had first met her, he thought she was perfect as she was but since returning to Mistywood and seeing her after she had Arella, her body could best be described as womanly with her well-rounded breasts that begged for his kiss, slender waist, and hips that he couldn’t wait to wrap his hands around. He watched her walk toward him, her eyes round with arousal. She slowly pushed one knee into the mattress and straddled him.
Dressed only in a tiny blue thong, she settled her body against his erection and rocked gently against him. Kashif cursed and pulled her tighter against him as he drew one nipple into his mouth. Her moan only encouraged him more. There was nothing playful or light about their movements.
She slid against him, harder and faster, and as he raked his teeth over her breasts and gripped her ass cheeks, her moans only grew louder and louder.
“I need you,” she finally admitted. “Right now. Don’t make me wait.”
“Fuck,” he hissed and stood, taking her with him. She wrapped her legs around him, and when he flipped them and pushed her into the mattress, his cock pressed against her, they both panted. Reaching down, they grappled with his pants until her warm hand wrapped around his erection tugging it free.
Pleasure shot through him, and he couldn’t help himself as he pumped his hips and felt her hand slide up and down his cock. “Yes,” he hissed. “Your touch feels so good.”
Finally, he could take no more and pulled her hand away. Pushing the swatch of her thong aside, he pressed his throbbing erection at her entrance when a small cry made them both freeze.
“Momma?”
Arella’s voice filtered down the hall, and Kristy immediately pushed Kashif aside. “I’m sorry,” she muttered as she scrambled for her clothes. “Sometimes she gets a little scared at night.”
Sitting up in bed, he eyed her. The change in her was automatic, and he knew that she wasn’t coming back to him. Whatever had spurned her to seduce him was gone. “Want some help?” he asked softly.