Kiss Me If You Can (Bachelor Blogs 1)

Because she was finished talking, thinking or doing anything except this. She cupped her hands around his face and sealed her lips against his, effectively ending all conversation, hopefully for a good, long time.

COOP HADN’T MEANT for the answering machine message to be foreplay, but that’s exactly what happened. While he and Lexie bounced ideas off each other as if they’d worked together before, he’d driven himself into a heated frenzy. And judging by the way she’d beaten him to the first kiss, he’d done the same to her.

She threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled him against her, nibbling at him with her delicate mouth and tongue, urgent and insistent yet utterly feminine.

He groaned, unable to hold back the sound, then slid his hands around her waist, picked her up and settled her onto the clean countertop.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her cheeks flushed and her lips damp.

“Giving myself easier access,” he said in a gruff voice he barely recognized.

“To what?”

“You. This.” He thanked the good Lord for the easy tops women wore in the summertime as he pulled the sides of her halter toward the center, revealing her bare, braless br**sts for view.

His entire body shuddered at the unexpected sight. She was bigger than he’d imagined, her br**sts full and white, her ni**les rosy tight buds that had his mouth watering for a taste.

She leaned her head back against the cabinets and watched him with eager eyes. Unable to wait, he stepped into the vee of her legs and lowered his lips to one waiting breast. He cupped his hand beneath the heavy mound and began a leisurely exploration. Starting outward, he laved her creamy soft skin, inhaling her fragrant scent as he worked his tongue over her flesh, inching his way toward the center. He finally closed his mouth around her tight nipple, drawing the bud into his mouth and tugging insistently.

Lexie let out a low moan. She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him tight between her legs. She obviously liked it and he wanted to give her more, make her shudder, shake and beg for him to enter her. He quickly learned what she enjoyed, and he palmed her breast in his hand, while nipping at her bud first with his teeth, then with his tongue.

She bucked against him, arching her back, thrusting her core upwards, seeking relief he wasn’t ready to give.

Not.

Just.

Yet.

He transferred his attention to her other breast, giving it the same lavish treatment, tormenting her—and himself—for a long while. When her br**sts were finally so sensitive she was whimpering and begging him to stop, he listened, undoing the button on her shorts and pulling down hard and fast on the zipper.

“Lift up,” he instructed.

She braced her hands on the counter and levered herself up so he could yank her shorts down over her thighs, making sure he took her barely-there panties along with him.

She settled back against the counter, with a squeal. “It’s cold!”

“Not for long,” he promised, and without waiting another second, took his fingers, parted her feminine lips and knelt so he could warm her with his mouth.

At his first touch, she leaned back, thrusting her pelvis up and he heard her head hit the cabinets.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine as long as you don’t stop,” she said in a breathless voice.

“Not a chance.” He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, giving himself complete access.

A part of him wondered if she’d pull away, but she hadn’t been shy with him so far and she didn’t start now. She relaxed her legs and didn’t put up a fight.

She certainly trusted him and he intended to make it worth her while. With his tongue, he stroked her center. She moaned, writhing against him. He thrust inside her, she pulled him in deeper.

God, she was hot and sweet and so damn sensual, he thought, his lips finding the hidden bud that would, he hoped, show her heaven. He alternated long slick laps of his tongue with shorter licks. Her breathing came in uneven gasps and moans and he knew she was close.

Unfortunately, dammit, so was he.

He decided to move things along. Lifting his mouth, he pressed his palm against her damp, wet sheath, sliding one finger deep inside her. He kept the pressure strong, inside and out until she broke, convulsing around him in a hot, steamy orgasm that nearly stole his breath.

He let her ride out the storm, then slowly lowered her legs and made certain she was steady.

Lexie forced her heavy eyelids open and found herself face-to-face with the man who’d just given her extraordinary pleasure in a most intimate way. “Wow.”

“You’re amazing.”

Lexie’s cheeks burned. She wasn’t inexperienced, but she’d never…in the kitchen…and been so uninhibited about it.

She wondered if she ought to be embarrassed, but when he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her into a deep kiss, she forgot to worry. His mouth told her exactly how much he’d enjoyed it, too. But as good as her body felt now, she was still achingly empty and she couldn’t imagine he was feeling any better.

“I think we ought to move this to the bedroom,” he said, as if reading her mind.

She nodded.

He caught her off guard by scooping her into his arms.

“I can walk,” she felt obligated to point out.

He kissed her on the forehead. “But this way is faster.”

She figured, why not enjoy the ride? She looped her arms around his neck and proceeded to nibble his earlobe, inhaling his masculine scent and arousing herself all over again.

He eased her onto the bed and she pushed herself against the pillows while he proceeded to strip off his clothes, his hurry to feel skin against skin matching hers. Lexie pulled her gaze off him only long enough to rid herself of whatever clothing remained.

When he slid onto the mattress, Lexie was naked and ready, and she propped herself onto her elbow to take her first look at him in all his glory. She wasn’t disappointed. For a reporter who spent his days behind a desk or investigating stories, he was a finely built specimen. Tanned with a liberal sprinkling of dark hair on his chest, and muscles he’d hidden beneath his shirts, Lexie was beyond impressed and compelled to touch.

Reaching out, she drew a finger down the center of his chest, grazing lightly with her fingernail as she made her way lower, marking her territory as she looked him over. When her gaze and ultimately her finger finally hit the mark, she watched in admiration as he twitched and hardened beneath her hungry stare.

He studied her intently, but didn’t say a word, letting her touch and learn his rigid yet smooth shape and feel. As she curled her fingers around his velvety hard erection, he stiffened in her hand and released a low, raw groan of pleasure.