From Ex to Eternity (Newlywed Games 1)

“You’re a businesswoman now. Independent. I cannot stress enough what a huge turn-on that is.”

Oh my. So designing a few wedding gowns had suddenly cast her into a whole new level of hotness?

The thought was fascinating. He wasn’t turned on by her sexy lingerie—he’d barely noticed it. No shade of lipstick or hair color could have given her the slightest edge. Instead, something intangible beneath her skin had brought about this new realm of possibility. The best part? It would never fade because it was internal.

The fact that he found her sexier because of her accomplishments was turning her on, too, picking up the remnants of her earlier orgasm and fanning the flames. There was entirely too much talking going on, and it was totally her fault. But choosing to be adventurous and doing it were two different things.

Before she could decide what to do first, he turned his unshaven jaw into her thigh and abraded her skin lightly, then sucked. It was slightly painful but thoroughly thrilling, and the answering tugs at her core shocked her at their intensity.

As he edged closer to her panties, he left a trail of light marks in his wake. When his lips hit the fabric, he glanced up through his lashes. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Is that how this works?” she asked, her voice catching over the tangle of stimulation in her throat. “We just do whatever we want?”

“Yes.” He nodded succinctly. “Take charge of your pleasure, Cara. I insist. Be in control. I will not complain.”

Emboldened by his frank instructions, she rolled her hips, brushing her panties against his jaw. “Do that again, but without the thong.”

His gaze heated. “Liked that, did you?”

Without another word, he hooked the strings of her panties and yanked them off, resettling between her thighs, but unlike the first time, gentleness didn’t seem to be a part of the agenda.

He gripped her hips, pulled her to the edge of the couch and pushed her thighs apart. His tongue raked her still-sensitive nub and she gasped, bowing up. Then he slid two fingers into her and twisted. The eruption of heat nearly made her black out.

She swallowed a very unladylike curse, hips swiveling with a mind of their own as he shoved her to the edge of desire. And beyond. The release rocketed through her, encompassing her whole body.

With the aftershocks still gripping her, Keith murmured, “You know what’s really good? Me inside you before you’ve fully come down.”

This could be better? Half-blind, she sat up—how, she didn’t know when all her bones had disappeared—and clawed at Keith’s shirt, popping buttons as she stripped him out of it.

He pulled his arms from the fabric, and the motion propelled her off the love seat and into his lap. She took it as a sign to lock lips and lost herself in the dark, sizzling splendor of his kiss.

His strong, amazing lips. The things they’d done to her. The things they were still doing. He tasted of wine and earthiness, and it was exquisite.

She pulled off his pants, and in her urgency got the legs all tangled up. He was no help, grappling with one side while she yanked on the other. Finally, her questing hands found bare flesh and she stroked every inch she touched.

Keith’s head tipped back and he groaned. Her lips curved up, surprising her. It was heady to cause a man so controlled and so big and so masculine to feel pleasure.

“Now,” she said and pushed him back against the carpet, then mounted him.

Wordlessly, he held up two fingers with a foil packet caught between them. Yes, of course he’d be on top of that. She shoved aside the reminder that they of all people shouldn’t take any chances and paused as he put on the condom.

Thighs wide, she guided his body until everything clicked and he filled her instantly. Oh, yes, that was good. Still sensitized, still damp, the additional friction and pressure nearly set her off again.

Throwing her own head back in ecstasy, she found a rhythm that got a guttural sound of approval from Keith. Wantonly, she glanced down at him spread out underneath her like an offering to a goddess, and the power of it shot through her.

He reached up to touch her and she shook her head, lacing her fingers with his to pin them to the carpet. Despite knowing that he could break free any moment, she reveled in the ability to command a 190-pound man covered in sinewy muscles.

His eyes shut in apparent pleasure as she changed the angle again, driving her hips harder, and all of it coalesced into a bright, hot ball at their joined bodies. Nonsense words flowed from her throat as the orgasm built and exploded in an epicenter of ripples.