Egypt twisted her hands in front of her and bit her bottom lip, something she’d been doing a lot of lately. “Can I sleep with you?”
Kenton almost swallowed his tongue. “Is that a trick question?” he croaked.
She frowned. “No, it’s just…I can’t shut my brain off. I figured maybe if I…maybe if I slept with you then I’d be able to get some sleep.”
Kenton just stared at her, trying to figure out if she was shitting him. She spoke the words with the innocence of a nun, but there was no way this intelligent woman didn’t know what she was doing to him.
“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself,” she added as if that was going to make this whole conversation any less strange.
“Sweetheart, it’s not your hands I’m worried about.” It was her breasts, her ass, her legs, his hands, his dick, and hell, his sanity. There was no way he could lay next to her looking the way she did without him wanting to strip her naked.
Kenton sighed and stomped up the rest of the stairs, knowing that if this was some type of test, he sure as hell was going to fail royally.
He walked past her toward his bedroom at the far end of the hallway but stop and said, “Yeah, sure, you can sleep with me, but not in those,” he waved his hands up and down her tempting body, “not in those itty bitty clothes. I’m going to take a shower.”
Once he was in his bedroom, he went into his oversized closet, the room that was the selling point for him. He yanked open a drawer in the large center island, grabbed a pair of boxers, then slammed the drawer shut. He hated sleeping in clothes, but one of them had to have clothes on. Otherwise, he couldn’t be responsible for whatever happened once they climbed into bed.
Grabbing a shirt, Kenton marched to the bathroom. He was too tired for his self-control to be tested to the extreme by sleeping next to Egypt tonight. But he wanted to be supportive. Knowing that she trusted him, and felt safe with him, meant a lot. He just had to make sure he didn’t accidentally roll on top of her, and slide inside of her, and…
Yep, I’m screwed.
After the longest shower he’d ever taken, Kenton took his time drying off. Maybe Egypt would be asleep by the time he got into bed. If only. He slipped into a black T-shirt and a pair of boxers and left the bathroom. He took two steps and froze.
“Egypt.” The word slipped through his lips, but he wasn’t sure if he actually said it out loud. All he could do was stare at the gorgeous goddess standing near the bed—naked.
“I was thinking,” she said. “You might’ve misunderstood me when I asked to sleep with you. I mean, yeah, I eventually want us to sleep, but first…”
When her words trailed off, Kenton stood there dumbfounded. The lamp on the nightstand casted a soft light over her bountiful curves and bronze skin. The shyness radiating on her face, framed by her thick dreadlocks, didn’t match the boldness of her actions. Egypt stood poised and confident as he took in her perfection. The woman was enticing in clothes, but without them, she was absolutely breathtaking.
Now, if only he could get his feet to move.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Clearly, I’m no good at this seduction thing if I’m here and you’re way over there.” Egypt was way out of her comfort zone and too inexperienced to try and seduce Kenton. What the heck had she been thinking? It was Dakota’s fault for putting those thoughts in her head about going after Kenton. All that BS about not missing out on life. Not having any regrets. What a load of crap!
She tried not to fidget under his intense stare, but this was the first time she’d ever stood naked in front of a man. Sure, she’d had a boyfriend in college, but the two times they’d had sex, the lights were off, and their trysts had been over before they started good. Heck, she couldn’t even remember if they’d taken off their clothes.
I’m never listening to Dakota again.
Egypt picked up her T-shirt from the floor. “Maybe I shouldn’t have—”
“Let me get this right,” Kenton finally said, moving slowly across the room like a panther easing up on its prey. “You’ve been flirting with me all night with the intent of seducing me?”
Though he still looked larger than life at well over six feet tall and shoulders as wide as a doorway, he seemed less intimidating in the dark T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest. The last time she’d seen him in underwear, he’d had on boxer briefs that showed off how well-endowed he was and highlighted his tree-trunk like legs. Tonight, he wore striped boxers.
“You don’t really seem like the boxer type guy.”
Crap! Did I say that out loud?
By his raised brows, she had.
But she didn’t miss the lust radiating in his eyes as he stood within an arms-length. “Yes,” she finally said. “I was trying to get your attention.”
Kenton chuckled. “Well, you have my attention.
His large hand slid around her bare waist, and Egypt’s heart rate kicked up, anxiety pulsed through her veins. She was more than ready to take their relationship to the next level. Yet, she was still holding her T-shirt in front of her, like a shield, as if it was enough to cover her nakedness.
Kenton didn’t seem to care, he pulled her close, smelling like fresh, clean laundry and kissed the tip of her nose, and then her cheek before he finally kissed her mouth. The T-shirt she held slipped from her fingers and Egypt gripped the front of his shirt to hold on for the ride. His tenderness melted her heart, and she molded against him. She loved how he made her feel special and desired while being thoughtful and patient. No man had ever made her want to give her all to him.
Without warning, Kenton released her. Tugging on the back collar of his T-shirt, he pulled it over his head, letting it fall to the carpeted floor.
Egypt’s breath caught at the sight of his dark, muscular chest, thick biceps, and a six-pack that didn’t look real. The man had a body that should be featured on the cover of Muscle & Fitness magazine. But it was when her attention went lower, witnessing the way his boxers tented, did Egypt’s mouth go dry. She already knew he was packing, but when he dropped his underwear, heat spread through her body like a California wildfire, singeing everything in its wake. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the sight of his massive erection, proving that everything about the man was huge.
Egypt’s pulse raced when Kenton stepped forward in all of his naked glory. He lifted her into his strong arms, and she gasped. She wasn’t sure what she expected but hadn’t considered him carrying her the short distance to the bed.
He laid her on the king sized mattress and stood above her, his gaze roaming down her body, and lingering on her breasts. Her nipples pebbled to harden peaks under his perusal. With the rhythm of her heartbeat revving up, Egypt couldn’t take much more of his examination, and she fought to control the keen desire to beg him to take her fast and hard.
“You are exquisite,” he whispered, finally climbing onto the bed. “I’m going to enjoy taking my time getting acquainted with every inch of this gorgeous body.”
Kenton claimed her mouth. Crushing her to him in a sizzling kiss that promised so much more.
She’d had countless dreams about them being together like this, sharing a part of herself with the only man she ever truly wanted. And now that he was laying next to her, chest to chest and thigh to thigh, it didn’t seem real. But Kenton was very real.
His hand slowly glided down her side doing a lust-arousing exploration as he caressed and his warm hands squeezed. Everywhere he touched, electric currents of desire shot through Egypt’s body, and she couldn’t get enough of the way his mouth worshiped hers, nipping at her lower lip, then the top one.
Egypt appreciated him taking their lovemaking slow, but she’d waited so long for this moment. Her deprived body couldn’t wait much longer to feel him deep inside of her. In the meantime, she did her own exploring, her hands grazing over the sinewy muscles of his chest and biceps, loving how they contracted beneath her touch.
As if to prove his point, Kenton�
�s lips traced a slow, sensuous path down the center of Egypt’s body, lingering at every curve. Undeterred by her whimpers and her trembling beneath him, his tongue roamed over her nipple, pulling it into his mouth. Licking. Sucking. His teeth scraped over the sensitive bud and Egypt arched her back off the bed as a pool of potent heat charged through her body.
“Kenton,” she breathed, squirming and squeezing her legs together, the sensational ache between them growing more demanding.
Without a word, he ran a hand over her flat stomach and didn’t stop until he reached the V between her thighs. Egypt moaned, spreading her legs wider when he entered her first with one finger, then added another.
Kenton reclaimed her lips, kissing her passionately as his long, tapered fingers circled and slid in and out of her core. “God, you’re so tight and wet,” he mumbled against her mouth.
She couldn’t speak, could barely think as she moved with each thrust, feeling her control slipping as deep pleasure swirled inside of her, mounting like a tropical storm.
Her breaths came in short spurts, and she gripped Kenton’s arm, digging her nails into his skin while she rode his hand. Her head thrashed back and forth against the pillow as Kenton’s pace increased, his fingers pumping deeper, and faster while the pad of his thumb massaged her clit.
She couldn’t hold on. “Ke-Kenton, I’m com—”
“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”
As if his words had the power to make her do just that, a spine-tingling orgasm tore through Egypt hard and powerful. She fisted the bed sheet as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her body, and her world spun, careening out of control.
Oh. My. Goodness.
With her chest heaving, and her eyes closed tightly, she struggled to get air into her lungs. Never in her life had she experienced anything so erotically powerful. The release took her breath away, and she feared her heart rate would never level out.
Kenton moved away, and airbrushed across her damp skin, but she was too spent to open her eyes.
Moments later, Kenton’s hand was on one of her legs. His potent touch awakening something indescribable within her. When he placed a kiss on her eyelid, and then on the other, Egypt smiled at his tenderness, slowly opening her eyes.
“You okay?” he kissed her sweetly.
“Better than okay.”
“Good, because that was just the first round.”
*
Wedged between Egypt’s firm thighs, Kenton hovered above her, unable to resist kissing her sweet lips. He was still blown away that she had come to him boldly and ready. And watching her climax moments ago was like witnessing a glowing image of fire for the first time. It had taken every bit of his self-control not to bury himself deep inside of her at that moment, but the next time she was hit with an orgasm, it would be around his shaft.
He reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and quickly covered himself. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you,” he murmured, kissing her lips and feeling her smile.
Egypt framed his face between her soft hands, forcing him to look at her. “Good because you’re mine, and don’t you forget it.”
Where had that come from? Kenton had already considered her his, but hearing her say the words with such conviction did something to him.
“Staking your claim, huh?”
“Yep, so tell all of those women who be fawning over you at Dakota’s dojo that you are not available.”
Ahh, so that’s what this is about. Dakota must have said something. Kenton didn’t care what made Egypt finally admit her feelings and opened herself to him. He was just glad she had. “Sweetheart, I’m all yours.”
Kenton hadn’t been in an exclusive relationship since college. Even then he didn’t feel the deep emotions he held for Egypt. She was in his heart, a part of him, and he had no intention of ever letting her go.
He sealed their agreement with a kiss that quickly turned fiery, and their tongues tangled as he ground against her. He had waited a long time to have her like this, and he planned to cherish and love on her until they were both sated. Besides that, kissing her was quickly becoming an addiction.
His pulse galloped as he caressed her, appreciating every dip and curve of her sexy body. His lips left hers to nibble on her earlobe before going lower and exploring her soft, sweetly scented flesh. Egypt moved beneath him, urging him on as her soft hands caressed his back, his arms. The heat from her touch and the taste of her skin had Kenton hard as stone. Soon he’d need to be inside of her.
With each peck of his lips, her body arched into him, and her breathing increased, sending Kenton’s need to exponential levels. Nudging her legs, Kenton positioned himself, the tip of his length teasing at her entrance. But when she tensed beneath him, he glanced down, and her eyes were shut tight.
He moved some of her dreadlocks, pushing them away from her forehead and caressed her cheeks. “Relax, sweetie.” Kenton teased her lips with gentle kisses as he eased into her sweet heat. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”
She nodded, the hold she had on his arm loosened a little as her eyes drifted closed again and she moaned in pleasure. As promised, Kenton entered her slowly, allowing her tight body to get used to his size. Being inside of her felt incredible, and it was harder than he thought trying to take this slow when what he wanted to do was dive in and go hard. But he didn’t want to hurt her.
Soon Egypt relaxed and boldly gripped his butt, increasing their connection as she pulled him in deeper. At this rate, there was no way in hell he’d be able to glide in and out of her slowly for long.
Next time.
Kenton braced himself on one elbow, grabbed her right butt cheek and lifted her slightly for a better angle. “Damn, you feel good,” he murmured, gritting his teeth as her inner muscles tightened around him. He slid in and out of her, marveling at how perfect they fit together. His pace increased, and Egypt matched him stroke for stroke as they moved in sync, creating their own rhythm.
His mouth covered hers, and he kissed her with an intensity that matched the pleasure building inside of him. The degree to which she responded was almost overwhelming as their moans blended. Kenton pushed deeper, harder, his pace increasing with each thrust. The way Egypt clawed at his back, she was as close to her release as he was to his, but he wasn’t ready for this to be over.
Egypt ripped her mouth from his. “Kenton,” she gasped, tightening around his length. He cursed under his breath when she wrapped her long, smooth legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper and sending pleasure shooting to every nerve in his body.
His pace increased, and Kenton hoped he wasn’t hurting her, but adrenaline pulsed through his body and he couldn’t slow down. He also couldn’t hold on much longer with the way she lifted her hips off the bed.
“Kenton!” Egypt cried, her nails digging into his arms again as she bucked and jerked uncontrollably.
The turbulence from her climax was like an igniter. Heat charged through him, exploding in a downpour of fiery sensation as the intensity spun him out of control. Erotic pleasure flooded his body, zapping what little energy he had left as he growled his release before collapsing on top of her.
“Damn, that was…” Kenton couldn’t find the words as he panted against Egypt’s neck until her ragged breaths met his ears. He quickly lifted up and rolled onto his back. “Amazing,” he said.
“Yeah,” Egypt rasped, her hand finding his and squeezing as they lay there for a moment.
Sated, Kenton pulled her against his body. He had no doubt they’d be good together, but making love to her had exceeded anything he could’ve imagined. Resting his chin on top of her head, his heart rate finally slowed and he basked in what they’d just shared.
Kenton cradled Egypt in the crook of his arm. This was where she belonged, right beside him.
“That was wonderful,” she mumbled his same sentiment and slung her arm across his chest, while her soft, smooth leg draped over his thigh keeping him from moving.
“For a few hours this evening, with dinner, laughter, and loving on me, you did what I didn’t think was possible. You made me forget about my past. Thank you.”
Kenton kissed the side of her head, glad he could help her forget. A few minutes later, he went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. By the time he returned to the bed, Egypt was sound asleep.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” he whispered, his heart swelling as he thought about how important she was to him. Tomorrow they’d revisit her past, but right now, all he wanted to do was sleep with Egypt wrapped in his arms.
He turned off the lamp on the nightstand and reclaimed his spot on the bed, pulling her back into his arms. When Kenton closed his eyes, that same peace he usually felt whenever she was near, settle over him, and he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
With her eyes closed, Egypt snuggled deeper into the pillow, her mind relaxed. The pitter-patter of rain slapping against the windowpane lulled her into a peaceful state. It didn’t hurt that she was completely satiated after a couple of rounds of mind-blowing sex.
Her lips kicked up into a smile as she recalled the night before and their 3 a.m. tryst when Kenton had awakened her, his erection pressing against her butt. The man had more energy than the Energizer bunny, but she couldn’t complain. Muscles that hadn’t been used in years ached, but oh what a delicious ache between her thighs.
Finally opening her eyes, she was surprised to see Kenton, propped up on his elbow staring at her. He smiled, and she couldn’t help smiling back. They studied each other, grinning as if they held the world’s greatest secret.
“Good morning,” he said, his deep baritone washing over her like a tantalizing caress.
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