Did he dare tell her he was a huge Clint Eastwood buff, too? Nah. Not tonight. “Much, much, much better.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she burrowed into his chest. God, she felt so good in his arms. She tilted her hips slightly, and he hardened. She might not be able to dance, but she sure knew how to lure a man in. Dancing didn’t matter as long as he could hold her like this. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, breathing hard.
“You could either get me a banana or kiss me.” She giggled. Sober or tipsy, this woman was unlike any woman he’d ever met. Being around her did something to him that no one had ever done. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was, exactly, but it warmed him throughout.
Then he laughed hard, and after a moment she stared at him. The funny playful girl was gone. How had she completely turned him inside out?
“I love your laugh.” Sultry and almost sober eyes and pouty lips beckoned him. He could look directly into her soul through her beautiful eyes, forever. Christ, what was it about this girl? Something he yearned for. Then her lips parted, and he knew in that second he was a goner. Shit. He wasn’t sure how he knew she had him under her little spell, he just did. For tonight he’d allow her in. Tonight she would be the one. It was insane. Some people say you know when you meet the right person. There is just that instant click. Had he heard that click? “Oh. Hell.”
His head dipped, pausing a nanosecond, before crushing his lips against her sensual, burning mouth. His fingers pushed through her hair while her arms went around him, melding herself against him with every curve of her body. Lord, the woman knew how to kiss a man into delirium.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, and she stared up at him with a glossy gaze. “This isn’t right.” But he wanted it to be.
She touched her lips. “Man, you’re good at this. This seduction game. Except for maybe the Clyde part.”
What had she meant about Clyde? He couldn’t think straight as he tried to process emotions he hadn’t felt in a long ass time. “You think I’m seducing you?” More like she was seducing him. “Well, darling I never play. Nor do I see seducing as a game,” he said, a little offended. Even if she was the one for tonight, he wasn’t a man to take advantage. Especially with her.
“If you are worried that I’m buzzed, I’m not anymore.” She tried to kiss him again.
“I’m not so sure.” He held her arm’s length away by her slender waist. No. He was better than this. Even if he wanted her like he hadn’t wanted anything in a long time, it wasn’t the right time. Soon though. Very soon.
“I’m sure.” Her brows bunched. “You don’t want me?”
“Hell yeah, I want you. We just can’t.” He regretted his words immediately.
“’Cause you think I’m still buzzing? I’m not. I promise. How can I convince you I’m not?”
He leaned against the dresser and folded his arms. “I’m listening—”
“I’m not.…I just want to feel alive again. I want fun. I want wild and crazy sex. And boy am I horny.” Her gaze bore right through him. “But I don’t want strings attached. No emotional bullshit stuff.” She paused. “And I want you. You said you liked me, didn’t you?”
He liked everything she said until the “no emotional strings attached” part. He’d done that all of his life, but tonight he’d hoped to hold Ky in his arms and let loose the emotions he’d avoided for far too long. Never in his life had he wanted to open up before. That was another reason he knew she was the kind of girl he’d been looking for. Sincere. Kind. Loving.
Sure, it was insanely too soon to feel this way about her, but still, he couldn’t help how he felt. There was something unique about her he really liked. And he wasn’t sure yet what it was, but he had to find out.
“Sorry. I can’t.” Were those words really coming from his mouth?
“You can’t have wild crazy sex?” She tilted her head. “I’ve never been wild or crazy before either, and it’s been soooooooooo long since I had sex at all. That dickhead made me wait, only ’cause he was screwing Jan, but maybe if we get drunk together. You have some whiskey here? My buzz has gone flat.”
Lord did he want her. She had no clue. “It’s not that.”
She pinned him against the dresser this time and shoved her hand in his back pocket and squeezed his ass. “Get in bed and get nek-kid, Clyde,” she ordered.
“I’m Clint—or better known as Philo in the movie, remember?” Her playful feistiness almost made him change his mind, but tonight he would only hold her until she fell asleep or her friends came for her. Where were her friends, anyway? He side stepped away from the dresser, sat on the bed, leaned against the silver cushioned headboard, leaving all his clothes on.
She jumped on the foot of the bed. “Good boy.” On her hands and knees, she crawled to him, sex-swaying hips swung side to side.
Fuck me. He hardened more.
“You get under the covers, and then I’ll join you.” He eased his shoes off and unbuttoned and removed his jacket, pitching both to the edge of the bed. Might as well get comfortable.
Resting against the headboard, he raised his left arm, and she automatically cuddled next to him as though they’d done this for years. Her head settled over his chest, and an ache filled his heart. Was this the something he’d been missing? Just holding someone like this? It was odd, but a nice change, even if she was drunk.
She patted his pecs. “Hard.”
Painfully so. “You have no idea.” He tried to ignore the way her soft skin made him feel as he rubbed her bare arms. The way her hips melded against his side. The way she wrapped her legs over his lower abs, slightly brushing the tip of his aching cock.
He wanted to pin her down and fuck her until the sun came up and went back down. Instead, they started talking like old friends.
“Do you have any sisters or brothers?” he asked.
“Just me. What about you?”
“I had a younger sister.” He ran his hand over her hair. “She was sweet like you.”
“Was?” She yawned. “She’s not sweet anymore?”
Thinking about Tara made him miss her so much. “Tara died five years ago.”
She touched his cheek. “I’m so sorry.” She paused. “Were y’all very close?”
“We were.” He kissed her hand. “Maybe we should change the subject.”
She nodded. “I was an only child. If it weren’t for my friends, I would have had a very lonely childhood.”
It was super easy to talk and open up with her. Ten minutes or so passed, he learned more things about her in those few minutes than he had with his ex in over an entire year, he closed his eyes and listened to the soft music. Forcing his desires to calm while he rubbed her arm gently, putting her to sleep. He’d never forget this moment with her.
Her deep breathing made his mind quiet. Another first. He closed his eyes and began to drift too.
Jake woke up not knowing how much time had passed. But it had to be close to five a.m. He brushed his lips across Kylie’s forehead, and she stirred. Her gaze widened.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Sorry I woke you. A new key should be ready for you at the front desk. I can have someone bring it up if you like.”
“Thanks, but—” She glanced at her dress still on, but the hem sat hiked up to her thighs. “Darn.”
“You sound disappointed.” Good. That made two of them, and he was still hard as stone.
“I promised myself no more lies.” She knelt, facing him. “I apologize for getting drunk. But I am disappointed we didn’t…you know. I’ve been this stick-in-the-mud for so long, and I decided last night it was time for some adventure. Yet, what do I do?” Her shoulders dropped. “Nothing.”
“We did dance and kiss.” He hated seeing the sadness return to her eyes.
“Still—I had hoped.” She frowned and stood. “May I use the restroom real quick?”
What was she about to say? “Right through that door.” He pointed.
After a moment she returned,
sat on the edge of bed and he caught a whiff of peppermint. Did the woman carry a toothbrush and toothpaste in her clutch?
“So, how’s your head?” he cut her off.
“Completely fine. Why?”
The hell with it. She was sober, and he couldn’t resist her any longer. He grabbed her head between his hands and met her half way, pulling her to him. Her eyes widened, and then their lips collided in a heated frenzy. She opened for him, moaned into his mouth, and he almost lost himself. Their bodies molded as close to each other as they could get. Her hips pressing hard against his cock.
He eased his hand inside the top of her dress, pushed beneath her lacy bra, and cupped her gently, then rougher. The harder he caressed, the louder she moaned. He paused. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He tugged her flimsy dress over her head in one swift swoop. In a slow assessment of her lovely body, he touched her waist. Warmth flooded him completely.
Beautiful.
With the other hand, he brushed from her knees up along her slender thighs, over her curvy hips, up her soft stomach, and over her bra. The damn thing had to go, so he unclasped it. Her plentiful breasts bounced sweetly. God he wanted to taste her. Now. He threw her bra to the side and bit back a groan that had been forcing its way out. There was no stopping now. He had to have her.
The panties had to go next.
He hooked his thumbs on each side of her panties, slowly teasing the material down her hips and legs, noticing they were almost the same color as the smooth skin beneath. “Perfect.”
He kissed the nape of her neck, and she tilted her head near his ear, breathing heavily. His tongue slid down her throat, between her collarbones, then he took one pale nipple into his mouth. Every part of him quivered in anticipation.
She tugged his hair hard as he drew it deep into his mouth, savoring and soaking up this moment as long as he could.
She leaned into him, causing him to straighten as she arched her pelvis into his throbbing cock. “So hard.”
Hard for you, baby. It had been way too long since he ached in such a way for a woman. Sure, he’d been with many women, but not lately. And it had only been to scratch an itch. He’d been waiting. Hoping. Wanting more. Wanting a woman to want him for who he was, not what he had.
Kylie was more. Kylie was different. But Kylie didn’t have a clue who he was.
You are everything she doesn’t want. Everything she hates. When the truth comes out, she’ll never want to see you again. Giving her one more chance, he paused for a few seconds before he crushed his mouth on hers, unleashing a yearning he’d held back for way too long. Devouring deep inside every delectable inch he could. Though he feared he was crushing her into him, he still ached to absorb her into his body, but a tiny, sweet moan told him she wasn’t in pain. Not at all.
Ky moved her hips in a circular slow motion, drawing him in. Closer. Much like she had on the dance floor where she almost sent him to take a cold shower earlier tonight. Lord save me. She needed to stop now. He grabbed her legs from under her, pinning her flat against the mattress.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but the corner of her mouth tilted upward.
That little quirk of hers turned his insides soft. “I want you, Ky. Are you ready for me?”
She nodded once, and that was all it took.
He crushed his mouth against hers once more as he ravished her like a starving crazed man. She’d asked for wild crazy sex, and he’d deliver it to her. Now.
He stripped in record time, then lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking and gently biting. Her nipples stood erect, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his erection against her center.
Her eyes darkened. “I’m enjoying the foreplay, but it’s been too long and I’m so damn ready. So can we—”
“As you wish.” He cut her off, his gaze never once leaving hers as he slid inside of her wet body. One deep smooth thrust and she took him completely.
Her slick walls were hot and welcoming as she arched her back, allowing him deeper inside. Lord have mercy.
Their mouths molded against each other. Their tongues danced wildly while they both sought something neither had in a long time. “I’ve wanted you since the time I knocked those Cheetos out of your hands.”
She dug her nails through his hair, arching higher off the bed, but remained silent other than her subtle panting.
This woman’s body was designed perfectly for him. “Wrap your legs around me tight.” He couldn’t get deep enough. He brushed his lips across her mouth, sliding his down her neck until he found her breasts. He bit playfully, but she moaned loud. “Like that do you?”
“I do.”
He held her nipples gently between his teeth, nipping softly as she writhed beneath him.
“Oh, God!”
He took his sweet time, torturing her and himself. Heat bloomed in her eyes as he gripped her ass, pulling her hips up and down to meet his thrusts. At first he worried he might hurt her, but from the heated look on her face, she enjoyed it as much as he did. No. No. No. Not yet. He ached to come now, and fought like a mad man not to release himself into her. “Pill?”
Her gaze connected with his as she slowly nodded. “Don’t. Stop.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Bite me again. I’m almost. Almost. There.”
Their gazes locked. Something unsaid, an emotion he couldn’t quite grasp passed between them, like she knew he ached for more than this physical touch. His pulse increased rapidly, excited yet worried he’d seen something not really there. He didn’t want to be her rebound. He wanted more. But for now, this was all they could offer each other.
Slick sheen covered his body and hers, and he caught her bouncing breasts between his lips and sucked with every stroke. The sensual moment was too much to swallow.
I have to open up to her. Tell her the truth. But if you do, you may lose her too.
Her hands gripped his ass, pulling them together. Pulling him from his thoughts. She moaned—no, that was full on groaning—trembling, and finally released a cry of pleasure. Holy hell. He was completely at her mercy in this moment.
“Macon,” she said breathlessly.
Fuck.
Chapter Six
Kylie lay in Macon’s bed alone. Was she still buzzing a little from last night’s shots or flying high because of the marvelous sex? Definitely the sex. Her body had come to life with the mere look in his eyes and the touch of his wonderful hands and oh, that tongue. She buried her head in his pillow and screamed with delight. Never had she had that kind of sex with Brett—nor just sex so many times.
They started in bed, moved to the chair. Then on the marble floor and ended up pressed against the glass windows. She glanced at the hand and body smudge prints. Oh boy. I hope the glass is tinted. Heat rushed up her neck and landed on her cheeks. Then there was her favorite spot. The Jacuzzi. He’d ordered her to soak her sore body, then he climbed in behind her, and the things he did to her with the hand-held high pressured water sprayer… Lord, she needed to get one of those at home. Heat scorched her face again.
And never in a million years had she known what a man could do with his tongue. Her nipples rose just thinking about it.
Jan, you can keep plain-vanilla Brett. I’ll keep double-hot-fudge with whipped cream and cherries on top Macon. “You can’t keep Macon,” she whispered, and the words left a hollow spot in her chest.
One night stand, remember? Whatever. At least she hadn’t gone through with the marriage. She would have never known what she was missing. And boy had she been missing out. As they say, things happen for a reason. And also, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Marriage? Who needs that shit when you can have this—whatever it was—fling?
She rolled onto her side, barely paying any mind to the shower running in the next room, due to the beautiful sunrise she’d witnessed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She cast a quick glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. After six in the morning.
O
h boy. Sara and Ash were probably worried. A pang of guilt filled her. She grabbed the phone, dialed her friend’s room, and cringed when voicemail answered. “I’m about to leave Macon’s room. I’ll see you party animals later.”
She hung up, feeling a little better leaving a responsible message so her friends would know she was still alive. Where were they? Why weren’t they answering their cell phones? Hopefully they weren’t in the casino and clubs looking for her. She’d never hear the end of it.
She smiled at how surprised she was that last night had been so much fun. All except for Brett. Asshole had nerve showing up last night, trying to ruin her fun. Why had he come anyway? Did he honestly think she would still want him after what he had done? Thankfully, Macon had come to her rescue and saved the night—and her. She smiled. It was nice being rescued for a change.
Then she frowned. Did she confide too much in Macon, more than she should have about herself? Talking to him was so easy, and he actually listened to every word as though she mattered. As though everything she’d said mattered. But the sex. The amazing sex. It was a night she’d never forget. Pleased with herself for letting loose for once, she smiled. Macon kept insisting that what they’d shared was just the tip of who he was and what he would like to do with her, but he didn’t want to scare her away. The thought of what he wanted to do with her didn’t scare her as much as it excited her. She got the feeling he was holding back big time, and a part of her wanted to explore more than the tip—especially after experiencing this much.
Moisture gathered between her legs, but what happened this morning had to be as far as things went.
Macon strolled out of the bathroom with a white towel hanging around his lean hips, and another towel in his hands, drying his dark hair. Her lower stomach clenched. Sexy. She leaned forward without realizing, yearning for his touch again.
“Mornin’, wild cat.” He bent over the bed and kissed her. The clean after-shave scent—or was it soap?— clung in the air, and she took in a deep breath. A pleasurable shiver spiraled through the pit of her stomach. “Hungry?” he asked.
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