From Ex to Eternity (Newlywed Games 1)

“I’m sure we could come up with something,” he murmured and reached up to finger a lock of her curling, damp hair. “But I owe you. Not the other way around. After all, you’re the one who had to dash through the rain to get here.”

“No problem.” She smiled. “It was worth it.”

“Yeah?” The thought warmed him enormously.

Placing a delicate palm against his thigh, she leaned in, peering up through lowered lashes. “Totally. You have air-conditioning.”

He bit back a snort. “Yes, among other luxuries. Let me show you.”

Before she could open her smart mouth again, he tipped her chin up and laid his lips on hers. Her soft sigh bled through him, energizing him.

The long, stressful day melted away as he fell into her. Her soft lips firmed and she came alive, hands in his hair, body snugged against his. Hot spikes of desire exploded in his groin and he groaned.

It had been a while. Even longer since he’d had a woman in his arms who intrigued him as much as this one. Their bodies knew each other intimately, but the nuances of this new Cara bled into the experience, heightening it. Heating it. What other new things would he uncover?

She pulled his shirt from his pants and her fingertips slid along his sensitized back, dipping lower. His lungs contracted and his brain went fuzzy.

“Wait.” He drew back but Cara’s kiss-stung lips and mussed hair called to him. He resisted diving back in. Barely.

I want to love you like you deserve. Like I should have the first time.

He dropped to his knees between her legs and eagerly she scooted forward, aiming for his mouth, as if to kiss him again. Oh no, not this time. He held up a palm to stop her and gently leaned her back, ensuring she rested comfortably against the couch cushions. He kissed her throat, working his way down until he hit fabric.

“Let me,” he murmured and drew down the shoulder straps of her sleeveless dress and bra, baring her breasts.

Gorgeous. Her nipples peaked under his gaze and he swallowed back the urge to spout poetry. As if he even knew any, especially a verse good enough to describe how magnificent the sight of half-dressed Cara was.

“I could look at you for hours.” But he wanted to touch, so he traced the lines of her uncovered torso a bit more reverently than he’d intended, but oh well. As he enjoyed himself, he worshipped her with his gaze.

She watched him, a hint of curiosity in her expression. As if she couldn’t quite figure out what he meant to accomplish, which unsettled him. Had he never made it all about her in the past? Their physical relationship had been satisfying for them both. Hadn’t it?

It didn’t matter. She’d come to him tonight and regardless of her motivation, he was going to make it cataclysmic for her. Mitchell the Missile would hit this target or die trying.

Eight

Rain beat against the window, melding with the jazz music to create a rhythmic, sensual tempo that seemed to infuse Cara’s blood. Or maybe that was the heat in Keith’s expression as he swept her with another gaze full of promise and wicked intent.

When she’d knocked on the door, she’d expected to have a nice evening with Keith that included a satisfying round of intimacy. In the past, he’d proved to be an energetic, generous bed partner. They got naked, it was hot, they both climaxed and that was it—why should it be any different this time? One island fling coming up.

And then he’d changed it all up by starting this couch seduction. Keith didn’t do slow, or at least he never had before. And that’s when she got the first inkling this evening wasn’t going to be anything like she’d expected.

Without warning, Keith lowered his head to her breast and swirled his tongue across her flesh, then latched on to suck with quick little pulls. Breath whooshed from her lungs, her back arching involuntarily to meet his lips. Her nipple drove deeper in his mouth, his teeth scraping at her sensitized breast, and she moaned.

Thick, dense heat gathered at her core and spun outward, enflaming her skin.

He switched to her other nipple, laving it sensuously as if he had all the time in the world, while she fought to keep from sliding to the floor in a puddle of sensation. His palms gripped her rib cage, jutting her breasts forward. He licked and sucked, alternating as he pleased, while she squirmed, head lolling back against the cushions until she could hardly breathe, hardly think.

Moans spurted from her lips, and nonsensical phrases floated through her mind. Shouldn’t she be reaching for him, to pleasure him in kind?