Something About a Hot Guy

That smile cracked, and he reached out and touched my chin with the knuckle of his index finger.

A tender, sweet caress.

Then he edged back and started to push down the waistband of his sleep pants.

Oh my God.

I was pretty sure my mouth dropped open. I might have even drooled a little.

Could anyone blame me?

Redness streaked and bloomed, heat consuming me like I was on open flames as he bared himself to me.

Fully unclothed as he stepped out of the pants.

The man was hung like a priceless painting in a museum.

“Now I’m really starting to worry you might be using me for my body.”

My attention snapped up to his face. That was a feat in itself. Then I was blushing more as I watched the smirk pull to his delicious mouth.

I rested back on my hands, flipping my hair back, going for sexy, knowing it was most likely all kinds of awkward, my heart fluttering when I realized he’d like it if it was, anyway. That he loved me for me.

“Maybe a little,” I told him, letting my need rush out into the room. Desire coating the words.

He climbed onto his hands and knees on the bed, forcing me back as he came closer, crawling over the top of me.

My heart took off at a sprint, so loud I knew he could hear it, the same as I could feel his thundering from his chest.

“I guess I can be okay with that,” he teased, voice a rough scrape, as rough as the hand he clenched down on my hip. “I plan on using this body for my pleasure again and again.

“Oh.” It left me on a surprised gasp, then my stomach twisted in anticipation as the man’s gaze went feral.

“But it’s my heart that’s exploding with bliss,” he growled.

Savage and sweet.

Oh my.

Turned out I liked that a lot.

I wanted him rough and soft.

Demanding and giving.

He slipped his hand under my sweatshirt and spread it up my side, riding up over my ribs, until he was cupping my breast and his thumb was flicking it across my bare nipple.

Sensation flashed, and I inhaled a sharp breath, arching into his touch.

I liked that even better.

Needing more.

Needing it all.

“Look at that, Kenna. Look how your body comes alive when I touch you. Did you know it, that you were meant for me?”

“I was too scared to. Now I’m too scared to believe otherwise.”

He sat back a fraction, and both his hands went to the hem of my shirt, and he slowly peeled it up, exposing me inch by inch.

Cool air struck my flesh. Goosebumps rushed, crawling across my skin like an illicit caress.

Kyle hissed as he pulled the shirt over my head, my hair getting loose and tumbling over my shoulders.

For the first time in my life, my upper body was naked in front of a man.

I wasn’t scared.

I felt freed.

Liberated.

Tender fingertips trailed along my collarbone, dipping down between my breasts, and tickling across my belly. “You are stunning, Kenna. So pretty. So sexy in your shyness. So sexy in your boldness.”

My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip, and emotion clawed up my throat, so thick and perfect. I reached out, tracing the defined muscles of his broad chest. “You are like a fairytale.”

“A romance?” A chuckle laced his words.

I gave him a nod. “That’s what it feels like. Perfect and special and bigger than life. Impossible.”

“Except it’s not, is it?” He held himself up on his hands, crawling closer, forcing me down onto my back. He dipped down and brushed his lips over mine.

Chills tumbled and spread, need growing tenfold with every second that passed.

“This is as real as it gets, cupcake. Are you ready for it?”

Anxiety and lust and love careened through my being, crashing through every reservation. Through every fear. Through every question. Toppling them all.

Because only one answer remained.

I belonged to Kyle Love, and he belonged to me.

“Yes.”

He sat back so he could peel my shorts and underwear down. I was pretty sure it took my insecurities with them.

My body alive.

Burning with a feeling unlike anything I’d felt before.

Brown eyes devoured me as if I were actually made of chocolate and frosting with a cherry on top.

He grinned a salacious grin, and my insides shivered in anticipation.

“Gorgeous girl.”

Then he did devour me, without any warning, his head diving between my thighs and his tongue licking into my center.

My hips shot for the sky and I yelped with the contact.

The man blowing me right to the moon.

He held me down, keeping me from floating away, while I was sucking for the nonexistent air, all of it stolen with the immediate feeling that swept through my body.

Pinpoints of pleasure that coalesced and grew and filled me whole.

He licked at me, his tongue nothing but the definition of ecstasy, and I nearly lost my mind when he slowly pressed two fingers inside the well of my body, full and intrusive and perfect.