biceps. “Are you all hard muscles everywhere?”
Cal waggled his eyebrows. “If we’da kept kissin’ like that? One muscle in particular would’ve gotten really hard.”
Kimi blushed. But she smiled—a strange mix of sly and shy. “Damn bees. Butting in when you were about to give me my very first hands-on demonstration of the birds and the bees.”
Surprisingly, he didn’t miss a step when understood what she was saying. “So all of them boys in Montana are idiots for not tryin’ to get with you?”
“They were boys. I didn’t trust they knew what to do.” She buried her lips in his neck and gooseflesh erupted. “But you’re all man and you know exactly what to do.”
“Sweet Jesus, Kimi.”
“You’d rather I pretended to act shy?”
“Hell no. I don’t know what you want from me.”
“That’s the thing, Cal, you do know. I just wanted you to understand that I want it too.”
Inside the kitchen, he set her on the table.
When she looked at him with that expectant gaze, he fastened his mouth to hers again for a very thorough kiss. “Don’t move,” he said against her lips.
Cal washed his hands and mixed a paste out of baking soda and water. Then he took a knife and spread it over the area. “That should take the sting out. Let it dry and don’t pick at it.”
“Thanks.” She pointed to the fridge. “Don’t forget about your sandwiches.”
Damn. He’d been so hungry for her that he’d forgotten about actual food. He washed his hands again and opened the fridge to find two sandwiches wrapped in wax paper. She’d speared a dill pickle with a toothpick and stuck it on top. Why that amused him, he didn’t know. “Is that pierced pickle a warning to me?”
Her eyes widened. “No! I was trying to make it look like a fancy deli sandwich.”
“I appreciate the thought. But I’m a simple guy.” He held up the plate. “You want one?”
“I already ate.”
“More for me.” When Cal sat at the small table, Kimi started swinging her legs back and forth. “Darlin’. Relax.”
“Okay.”
That lasted about thirty seconds and two bites of his ham and cheese sandwich before she was back at it.
“Kimi. Why can’t you sit still?”
“Because bein’ this close to you makes me want to jump out of my skin.”
At that point he didn’t have a prayer of keeping his hands off her. “Same goes.” He placed his palm on her left thigh and stroked the outside of her knee with his thumb. He tried to pretend he was calmly eating his sandwich, but the warm softness of her skin, and the sweet and earthy scent of her made him hungrier for so much more than just food.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She’d start to shake her foot, only to stop immediately.
“This isn’t workin’. You need to put that leg up anyway. So why don’t you go lie down while I finish eating.”
“Where?”
Cal locked his gaze to hers. “The couch. Or my bed. Your choice.”
Chapter Seven
She bit her lip and he had to sink his teeth into his sandwich so he wouldn’t be tempted to bite on that lip himself. Then she slid off the table and moved to the sink to wash her hands and face.
He eyeballed her ass and those shapely legs, wondering what was going through her mind.
But she exited the kitchen without saying a word or looking at him.
Don’t listen for the direction of her footsteps.
Gigi whined and he glanced over at her, sitting by the cupboard where he kept her food. “I know, girl. Gimme a sec, okay?” He tossed her a piece of crust and started on the second sandwich.
After he finished, he filled Gigi’s food and water dish and set it on the patio. He washed his hands and face. Rinsed his mouth out. Counted to twenty and went looking for her.
Cal paused in the doorway to the living room. The cushions on the couch were still askew from him tossing and turning last night, but Kimi wasn’t there.
Hot damn.
First thing he saw when he passed through the doorway of his bedroom were the bottoms of her small feet. Then his gaze traveled up her legs and holy fuck, her ass cheeks peeked out from her black panties. His eyes followed the length of her spine past the band of her bra—yep, she’d ditched her shirt too—and stopped at the smooth curve of her shoulder.
Kimi had propped her head on her hand, sending her blonde curls spilling across her other shoulder. Her eyes were wide. Her lips parted. Her breathing uneven.
“Fuckin’ hell, woman. You’re half-nekkid.”
“You’re upset about that?” Her gaze dropped to the fly of his jeans. “’Cause I’m gonna call bullshit on that, cowboy, seeing’s as you’ve got a lie detector in your pants.”
“Oh, I’m really goddamn far from upset. I’m closer to speechless if you wanna know the truth.” He scrubbed his hand over his face, unable to tear his eyes away from the bounty spread out before him.
“I like that look in your eyes, Cal.”
“What look is that, darlin’?”
“That you’re really happy I’m not sixteen anymore,” she teased.
He smiled, knew it bordered on wicked and didn’t care. He started toward her.
“Why aren’t you askin’ me why?”
“Why what?”
“Why now? Why you?”
“Because I know why.”
That seemed to confuse her. “You do?”
“Uh-huh.” Cal kept his eyes on her as he removed his boots. “One, we’ve had this lust thing goin’ from the first time we met. Two, you’d like to escape from the sadness in your soul for a little while. Three, deep down you know it’d piss your dad off if he found out his youngest daughter let a McKay pop her cherry. Four, I’m here, I’m experienced and you trust me.”
Kimi cocked her head at him.
“Am I wrong?”
“No. Actually you hit my thoughts dead on. Except you left off reason number five.”
“Which is what?”
Her gaze started at his sock clad feet and roamed north, until their eyes locked. “You are the best lookin’ man I’ve ever met. Your muscular body makes my mouth go dry and my panties wet.”
Lust and need for her didn’t roll over him; they hit him like a coal train.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” he half-growled.
“Very sure. Very, very sure,” she repeated.
Cal started to lower onto the bed, but Kimi held her hand up. “If I’m half nekkid, it’s only fair that you are too.”
The pearl-snap buttons made shedding his shirt easy. He grabbed a fistful of his tee and yanked it over his head. Kimi’s eyes widened as she got her first look at his bare chest. Then her avid gaze followed the movement of his fingers as he popped the button on his jeans and tugged down the zipper.
His Wranglers hit the floor, leaving him in his boxers and socks.
“Did you get all that—” she gestured to his body, “—just from doin’ cow stuff?”
Cow stuff. “Yeah, darlin’. Doin’ cow stuff keeps me buff.” He grinned. “Now lay on your belly so that paste on your calf has time to dry.”
“What will you be doin’?”
Cal leaned over and nipped her ass, and grinned when she expelled a gasp. “How about you can the questions and let me be in charge.”
“Okay.” She paused. “But I do have one last question.”
Of course she did. “What?”
“Why did I like it so much just now when you bit me on the butt?”
He let his breath ghost across her skin as he moved up her body. “That’s what I’m gonna find out. What you like.” He started out by kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. He rested on his haunches and mapped every beautiful inch of her back and arms. “Then I’m gonna show you what I like.” He slipped his hands around her waist, marveling that he could almost span it with his hands. Then he trailed his fingers up and d
own the back of her legs. He didn’t touch the bottoms of her feet—she squirmed enough when he kissed her anklebones. When he kissed the curve of her ass cheeks, he got his first whiff of her arousal and it ignited his senses like a drug.
After he unhooked her bra, he said, “Turn over, darlin’.”
Kimi kept her eyes closed after she’d rolled over. Her breathing was ragged. Her skin had flushed the prettiest color of pink.
“Look at me when I’m touchin’ you.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so, and last time I checked, I was in charge.”
Her eyes flew open.
He grinned. “I figured that’d get your attention.”
“I’ve never done any of this.”
“I know.” He traced her collarbone. “Which is why I want you to see, hear, feel, taste and smell everything that we’re doin’.”
“Smell?”
Cal buried his face in the side of her throat. “Yes, smell. Right now your skin is giving off a scent that’s drivin’ me out of my fuckin’ mind.” He nuzzled the start of her hairline. “And I know you like the way I’m touchin’ you…” He rubbed his lips over her ear. “Because I can smell how wet you are between your thighs.”
She tried to cover her face with her hands.
He chuckled. “Nope. Never be ashamed of the way your body reacts. It’s the sexiest thing in the world to know that I can make your pussy wet, make your nipples hard, make you sweat and beg for more.”
“When you put it like that…” She flattened her palms on his pecs, sifting her fingers through the dark hair covering his chest. “Show me more, Cal. Show me everything.”
“Get rid of the bra because it’s keepin’ me from putting my mouth on you.”
She tossed aside the bra so fast he felt the strap hit the bottom of his chin.
Cal felt a growl starting when he got his first look at her naked tits. Christ. They were so full and round and topped with cherry red nipples that his mouth just homed in on them.
The connection of his mouth to her nipple sent her back into a hard arch.
So he did it again on the other side.
That time Kimi released a soft groan.
He sucked softly. Then he swirled his tongue just around the tips as he cupped the heavy warm weight of her. Cal explored and filed away Kimi’s reactions. But she loved everything, teasing licks, hard suction, the soft-lipped bites and even the scrape of his teeth.
As he started to kiss his way down her smooth belly, he felt her body tightening up. “You want me to stop?”
“No. I don’t know what I’m doin’. I feel like I’m laying here like a lump while you’re doin’ everything.”
Cal rubbed his lips over the fine blonde hairs below her belly button. “You’ll get your turn. Right now, I want you to reach down and pull your panties off.”
Kimi slid her hands down her sides and slipped her fingers beneath the lace at her hips. She could only reach as far as her knees, and Cal took over from there.
When she was fully naked, he rested on his knees at the end of bed and just looked at her.
“What?” she demanded.
“You are very well put together, Miss Kimi. I’m just admiring the sight of you in my bed with your eyes and body wanting me like this.” Keeping his eyes on hers, he traced her slit with his knuckle, from the top of her mound to her opening. He did it twice more and watched her squirm. “Do you touch yourself?”
She blushed. “There weren’t a whole lot of things to do at Catholic school in the evenings.”
“So you had your hand beneath the blankets diddling yourself every night?” Why that image turned him on really made him feel perverted. Especially when he imagined her wearing that Catholic schoolgirl outfit while she did it.
“After my roommate went to sleep. Or when I was alone. But it wasn’t every night.”
He placed his hands on the insides of her knees and pushed her thighs open, then slid his hands up to frame her pussy. “You know what I’m gonna do?”
She shook her head.
“I’m gonna put my mouth right here—” he rubbed his thumb side to side over her clit, “—and here—” he dragged his thumb to the opening to her body, “—and in here.” As he said in here he gently pushed his thumb inside her.
Fuck she was tight. And wet. His brain just took over and screamed gimme what’s mine. He bent his head and licked straight up her slit.
“Oh. That’s—”
“Christ, woman,” was all he rasped out before he dove in, fastening his mouth to her pussy lips, sucking at her warm flesh, while his tongue delved deeper, searching for a complete taste of her.
“I like that.”
“Then you’re really gonna like this.” He focused all his attention on her clit. Sucking. Licking. Teasing. Absolutely going to town on her like he’d wanted from the first time he’d seen her.
It wasn’t long before she released a soft wail and she came apart.
Feeling her twisting and writhing against his face with such abandon had him growling as he tongued her relentlessly. The rhythmic pulses slowed but he didn’t give up his prize until she slumped against the pillows with a soft, “Holy shit.”
Grinning, he forced himself to back off, letting her catch her breath and her balance. He nuzzled the insides of her thighs, and the skin between her hipbones. He nibbled on the outer curve of her hip as his hand snaked up to play with her tempting tits.
Kimi trailed her fingertips up and down his forearm. “I want to get my hands on these impressive muscles. So is it my turn now?”
“Nope. It’s still my turn.” Cal settled himself between her thighs.
She stiffened up. “Wait. What are you doin’?”
“Havin’ another go at you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Are you kiddin’ me? I want to. Trust me; I could stay right here all fuckin’ day.” He peppered kisses over her mound. “So sexy watchin’ you come undone.”
“But what about you?”
He looked up at her. “Makin’ sure you’re wet and ready is for me, ’cause I don’t wanna hurt you.” He didn’t have a monster cock, but even if she hadn’t been a virgin, he’d take extra care with her because she was a tiny thing.
She curled her hand around the side of his face. “Thank you. I’m glad I waited for you.”
“I’m glad you waited too,” he murmured against her hip. “If I do something you don’t like, let me know.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
Cal raised his eyebrow. “We done talkin’? ’Cause I got a better use for my mouth.”
She blushed again.
This buildup was purposely slower. He stretched her with one finger, then two, licking her delicately everywhere but directly on her clit. Once he knew she could take direct contact, he still kept his suction soft.
When her hands moved from clutching the sheets to clutching his head, he knew she was close. So was he. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d spill all over the goddamn sheets.
“Yes. Stay like that. I’m…” She gasped when she started to come.
Her clit pulsed beneath his flickering tongue and her pussy muscles squeezed his fingers.
He glanced up and saw those hard nipples and the sheen of sweat across her chest. Gooseflesh rippled across her abdomen and the muscles in her legs twitched. Cal wanted to roar, throw himself on top of her and pound into her until she screamed his name.
In the aftermath, Kimi’s pussy got wetter. Hotter. And he knew it was time.
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