He watched, fascinated and aroused as fuck and feeling as though he’d had the breath knocked out of his lungs. When had she become so damn brazen? So shameless? The first time they’d had sex after dating a few months, they’d both been virgins. She’d been more shy and reserved, and he’d been gentle and patient, their lovemaking sweet and sensual and vanilla because he never wanted to hurt her.
But this woman in front of him now smoldered with passion, and now that he was older, he could appreciate her confidence, her provocative nature. Revel in it, even. But he also realized that her indecent behavior brought out a primal, possessive side of him. One he liked too damned much.
Her fingers moved a little faster beneath that silk and lace, pushed a little deeper, and her soft, carnal moan finally snapped him out of his trance.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, tossing the condoms onto the bed to have them nearby when he was ready for one.
The smile she gave him was sultry and teasing. “Getting things started for you,” she murmured.
He arched a brow as he moved up onto the bed and between her widened knees, and still, she didn’t stop fingering herself, and it was starting to make him a little crazy. “What makes you think I need the help?”
She gave a small, impudent shrug. “A little help never hurts when it comes to orgasms,” she said huskily.
Her comment took him aback for a few seconds. Jesus, had she had to help where Tucker had been concerned? Did she honestly think he wasn’t man enough for the job? The thought rankled, and before she realized what he meant to do, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand out of her panties.
She gasped in surprise, eyes wide.
“No touching what’s mine tonight,” he growled fiercely, meaning it.
Her soft laughter taunted him. “Yours?”
“Mine,” he reiterated, and holding her gaze, he lifted her hand to his mouth to prove his point. He sucked the juices from her fingers, watching as her eyes grew dark, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her body softened in supplication. “Your pussy, your orgasms, and your screams. They belong to me for the next eight hours. If you want something, just ask me for it, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need.”
She licked her lips, seemingly turned on by his authoritative display. “What I want right now is to feel your beard against the insides of my thighs.”
The muscles in his stomach clenched at her inviting, and unexpected, request, and he gave her a sexy smile that told her that her wish was his command. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, he drew them off her and dropped them onto the floor, then he settled more comfortably between her legs. Starting at her knee, he rubbed his soft facial hair up her thigh and along her sensitive skin, alternating between a tickling sensation and a more abrasive caress that he knew would leave the insides of her thighs a tender pink to remember him by for the next few days. Her breath caught with every pass of his scruff, and her thighs quivered as he gently kissed away the burn, and when he finally turned his attention to her pussy, he knew she was beyond ready to add another level of pleasure to his endeavor.
Hooking his arms around her legs to hold her in place, he fastened his open mouth fully against her sex and slid his tongue straight through her swollen, needy flesh. With a startled cry, she bucked her hips and gripped her fingers in his hair as he continued to suck and lick and massage her clit with his tongue. He briefly thought about adding a few fingers to the mix, then decided against it. The only thing he wanted filling her tonight was his cock.
“Kyle . . . please . . . I need to come,” she moaned deliriously, panting, hips writhing mindlessly for release.
He could easily keep her right on the edge of her climax for hours, but to draw out her torture any more would be adding to his own. And giving her the orgasm she was pleading for put him that much closer to where he was dying to be. So deep inside her, where she was tight and hot and milking him to an explosive peak.
He pressed his mouth tighter against her, adding more pressure, more heated friction with each lash of his tongue. Again and again, pushing her higher until he gave her body what it ached for, what it needed. What he wanted—her surrender.
And it was a fucking beautiful sight to behold. Her body jolted, tightened, and shuddered hard, her thighs clenching against his shoulders as the powerful climax rippled through her. The sublime pleasure had her crying out until she lost her voice and the last of her trembling ebbed, leaving her basking in languid satisfaction while he moved off the bed to quickly strip away his briefs and slide on protection. From her prone position, her gaze fixated on his cock, watched as he gave it a nice long stroke.
“How do you want to be fucked this first time, Sunshine?” he asked, in case she had a preference.
And surprisingly, she did. Without a word, she rolled to her stomach, then pushed up on her knees so that her ass was raised high, her legs parted so that he could see her glistening pussy. The rest of her body sloped down to the mattress, her cheek resting on the comforter and her hands stretched above her head.
God, could she be any more perfect? The position was erotic and carnal yet vulnerable, telling him without words just how much she trusted him. How much she wanted him. He’d never been into the whole dominant/submissive lifestyle, but there was no denying that her acquiescence made him feel like a fucking king.
Unable to wait a second longer to feel all that soft heat wrapped around his dick, he moved back up onto the bed behind her. He slid the tip of his cock along her slick crevice, then pushed inside her, so slowly he could watch and savor each and every inch she took of him until they were completely joined. She whimpered at the depth and fullness of his shaft, and still she pressed her bottom back against his groin, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
He understood the feeling. Clutching on to the curve of her waist with his hands, he held her still and started to move, gradually withdrawing to the sensitive head of his dick just so he could drive back into her, hard and deep. With every demanding thrust into her, he could hear her soft inhalation. With every unrelenting stroke, he could feel his own arousal build tighter and higher.
“Oh, God,” she moaned into the mattress as he pumped into her again. “I want . . . I need . . .”
“It’s coming, baby,” he assured her, his voice a hoarse rasp of sound.
He knew exactly what she needed, because he was right there with her. He quickened his pace, watching as her fingers clutched and pulled at the sheets above her head, as her body bowed and her ass lifted higher so he could slide impossibly deeper. Desire slammed through him, and he fought to hold on a bit longer because she felt so fucking good. But after a few more thrusts, he felt her muscles clench around him as she climaxed, heard her scream his name as she clawed wildly at his mattress, and denying his body what it wanted so badly was useless.
His own orgasm erupted fast and furiously, searing him with its intensity. As his release blasted through him, all he could manage was an inarticulate grunt that turned into a lower, deeper growl that seemed to rip from his chest. The pleasure that consumed him was so vivid and extreme there was nothing he could do but ride it out until he had nothing left to give.
As soon as he pulled out of Ella, she fell forward, dropping onto the pillows and burying her face into the soft cushion. Equally weak and exhausted, he joined her, flopping onto the bed beside her until he gained his bearings. When his limbs no longer felt like jelly, he got up and took care of the condom in the bathroom. When he returned, she was in the same position he’d left her in, still naked—and damn, she had such a fine, sexy, curvy ass that he was tempted to take a bite of it.
As if he hadn’t just had an orgasm to end all orgasms, his dick perked up all over again at the thought, because that first round with Ella had been that phenomenal. And he was suddenly feeling gluttonous where she was concerned. He climbed back onto the bed next to her, taking in the sweep of her dark lashes against her skin. Her lips were parted slight
ly, her features so relaxed and content he wondered if she’d passed out on him.
There was only one way to find out, he mused as a wicked grin curved his lips. He should have teased her with soft, nuzzling neck kisses while tracing his fingers lightly down the slope of her spine. Instead, he opted for something a bit more . . . attention-grabbing. He smacked her delectable ass with his hand, the sting on his palm undoubtedly matching the tingling sensation on her flesh.
She sucked in a startled breath, her eyes popped open, and she gave him the most adorable scowl. “Hey. What the heck was that for?”
He propped his head in his hand, his devious grin still in place. “You wanted one night of sex, and you’re going to waste it sleeping?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” she grumbled good-naturedly as she rolled to her side so they were face-to-face and he could see the smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
He arched an incredulous brow. “Your eyes were closed and you were practically snoring.”
“I was not!” She laughed and smacked him in the chest. “I was recovering, something I’d think you’d appreciate and would need as well.”
“I don’t need any recovery time.” He cupped her breast in his free hand, kneading the soft flesh before lightly tugging on her nipple and making it furl into a taut bead. She made an arousing sound in the back of her throat, and he raised his gaze to hers. “All I have to do is touch you or look at your gorgeous naked body or think about all the dirty, filthy things I want to do that pretty mouth of yours, and my dick gets hard. Doesn’t matter that I just fucked you.”
She reached down between them and gripped his stiff shaft in her hand, confirming that he was, indeed, already fully erect and raring to go again. She looked impressed and he smirked. “Like you said earlier, some things never change,” she said, clearly referring to when he’d been a horny teenager and could get it up minutes after they’d had sex.
He chuckled. “Are you complaining about my stamina?”
She shook her head, her eyes darkening with desire as she fisted him tighter, pumping his rigid length in a slow, smooth stroke from base to tip. “Not then and certainly not now that I can appreciate that staying power.”
Leaning in close, she nipped playfully at his lower lip, then moaned huskily as he slid his hand between her thighs and matched her seductive strokes with a few of his own. Her pussy was so soft and warm, so wet and slippery as his fingers teased and circled her clit.
He had the perfect view of her expression as she made that slow climb toward her orgasm. The rolling back of her eyes, the parting of her lips as she gasped for breath, and the arch of her body against the hand pleasuring her. But before she could fall over the edge, he withdrew his touch, leaving her momentarily dazed and confused as to why he’d stopped.
He reached behind him for a condom and put it on in record time. Reclining on his back, he pulled Ella on top of him so that her knees were straddling his hips and his fingers gripped her waist to guide her down on top of him. As soon as his jutting erection nudged her entrance and started inching its way in, her bewilderment turned to soft, liquid lust, as did her body, allowing him to sink all the way into her pussy until he was seated to the hilt.
She gasped and flattened her hands on his stomach for support. “Kyle,” she moaned softly, uncertainly.
With his hands still circling her waist, he brushed his thumbs along her hipbones reassuringly. “This time, I want to watch you fuck me and see your face as you come around my cock.”
She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink. “So, you’re not only an exhibitionist but you’re a bit of a voyeur, too?”
“With you, yeah,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Show me your best moves, Sunshine. I want to see what gets you off.”
She was surprisingly tentative at first, as if she was out of practice and just needed to find her rhythm. But when she did, her confidence increased and her inhibitions vanished as she rolled her hips and undulated on top of him in the hottest, most erotic lap dance he’d ever received—and one that sorely tested his restraint. She slid up and down his cock, working him over, slowly at first, then faster, deeper, harder, losing herself in the pursuit of that ultimate pleasure.
He watched every move she made, imprinting everything about her and this moment in his mind. She was so stunningly beautiful as she rode him, and he took it all in . . . the sensual sheen on her bare skin, the wavy hair tousled around her shoulders, the tantalizing sway of her breasts as she rocked back and forth, and fuck yeah, the breathtaking squeeze of her coming around his dick.
Her head fell back on a soft cry, and her fingers dug into his abs as she tried to find some kind of purchase as she shuddered on top of him, around him, trigging his own powerful release. His stomach muscles clenched, and with a fierce growl, he gave himself over to the blazing rush of his climax. With a final quiver, she collapsed on top of him, limp and sated, with her arms tucked against his sides and her face buried against his neck.
Jesus. His heart hammered in his chest, and it wasn’t because of the exertion or the intensity of his orgasm. No, it was something deeper and more profound that caused the rapid beat of his pulse. That tangible something that had been missing with all the other woman who’d come and gone through his life over the years. This undeniable connection. This easy intimacy. The kind of desire that wasn’t just physical but packed an emotional punch, as well.
It was still there between them after all these years.
She cuddled against him, her lips feathering against his throat. “I can’t move,” she murmured tiredly.
He smiled against her soft, fragrant hair. “Then don’t,” he told her gently.
For a long time, she stayed right there in his arms, against his chest, covering him like a warm blanket while he stroked a hand down her back and massaged her scalp with his fingers, until he knew with certainty that, this time, she absolutely had fallen asleep.
And that was okay with him, because he realized he didn’t want to ever let her go.
Chapter Seven
Ella woke up the next morning alone in Kyle’s bed, disappointed that he wasn’t there, yet grateful to have some time by herself to collect her composure before she came face-to-face with him in the light of day after her smutty, indecent behavior through the night.
Claire would be proud of her for not overthinking things, she thought with a little laugh as she hugged Kyle’s pillow to her chest. No, analyzing the situation had been the furthest thing from her mind, not when she’d been so wildly distracted by a hard, gorgeous body designed to fulfill a woman’s every fantasy, a hot, talented mouth made for decadent sin, and big, strong hands that had been both gentle and demanding, depending on what kind of pleasure he’d been trying to coax from her.
In short, the sex last night with Kyle had been freaking phenomenal. Like, off-the-charts sensational. It didn’t even come close to comparing to when they’d been teenagers, and it had been everything that had been missing from her relationship with Tucker. The white-hot passion. A little sweet and a whole lot dirty. The multiple orgasms. The aching need that Kyle skillfully heightened into the sweetest, most satisfying bliss she’d ever experienced.
As far as one-night stands went—not that she’d had any experiences with one until now—it had been absolutely stellar. She’d lost count of how many times they’d fucked between short bouts of sleep, but her body, her muscles, and her pussy were sore in the most delicious, satisfying way.
She buried her face into his pillow, inhaling his woodsy, masculine scent one last time, trying to memorize it, because once she got out of Kyle’s bed this morning, there wouldn’t be any repeats of last night. Even if a part of her wished things could be different between them. But second chances just weren’t in the cards for them. Logistically, a relationship didn’t make sense, nor was it feasible. And emotionally . . . well, there was a lot of history between them and their families that made any chance of being together
difficult, if not impossible.
That was the reality of the situation, and she’d been well aware of all those variables when she’d asked, or rather begged, for just one night with him.
On that disheartening thought, she got out of bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. There was a new toothbrush on the counter, along with a fresh towel and washcloth and her clothes from the guest room that she’d worn yesterday so everything was in one place. The sweet gesture made her smile.
After cleaning her teeth, she found a comb and worked the tangles from her hair, then twisted the strands into a knot on top of her head. She took a quick, hot shower, and once she was dried off, she put her hair into a loose braid and got dressed. There wasn’t much she could do about the fact that she didn’t have a speck of makeup on, but as she glanced in the mirror, she was glad that she moisturized twice daily, because it at least made the skin on her face look soft and supple.
She headed down the hall and followed the sounds to the kitchen, where she found Kyle standing in front of the stove turning bacon in one pan and scrambling eggs in another. Judging by his damp, tousled hair, he’d already showered, and he was dressed in a pair of jeans and one of those fitted T-shirts that seemed tailor-made for him and conformed to his wide shoulders and strong biceps. He put the food on two separate plates, then turned to retrieve silverware from a drawer.
He glanced in her direction, looking surprised to find her there. His expression softened as he met her gaze, and there was something in his eyes that made her feel weak in the knees. A desire and tenderness that echoed deep inside of her. Time seemed to stand still, and all at once, everything she’d tried to deny for the past hour in his bedroom now hit her like a ton of bricks—that this man’s emotional effect on her was as strong as ever. She might have justified last night as a casual hookup, but no-strings-attached sex shouldn’t make her heart hurt at the knowledge that that’s all it ever would be. One night only.
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