Caught in the Act (The Davenports)

by Law, Kim

  Her lips were hot as they moved over him. She licked at the liquid, she licked at him, she left nothing unexplored. He reached for her hips and pulled her down, wanting to feel her against him. Dying to get inside her.

  The instant they connected—with two layers of underwear still between them—her ass bounced back up in the air and she shot him a dirty look.

  “Don’t try to hurry things along here.”

  He growled. “Just because you’ve had yours . . .”

  “Hey,” she began, “that was your doing. Now shut up and relax. This isn’t going to hurt at all.”

  And it didn’t. Though this time her teeth did come into play. She nipped and sucked and generally drove him stupid. And then she inched down his body until she was sitting astride his knees. He caught the gleam in her eyes as she stared at the flagpole in his underwear.

  “You do know what’s in there, right?” he teased. He loved teasing her.

  “Mess with me, Hollister,” she warned, though the heat in her voice was not a real threat, “and I’ll leave it in there.”

  He reached for her. “Come here. You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn.”

  She shook her head and pulled back out of his reach. “I’m not finished.” Then she gripped his underwear and tugged, and he was free.

  Brody watched as she looked at him. Her eyes glittered and her lips parted. His mouth went dry. Slowly, her small hand closed around him and Cat stroked him so gently he damn near screamed at the frustration. He forced his hips to remain still, letting her take her time, but it required every last ounce of control not to pump against the feel of her.

  Several agonizing seconds later, he gave up. He was no superhero.

  “That’s enough,” he gritted out. He flipped her so he was the one on top, and then he stared down at all of her gorgeousness. He needed to be inside her. They could play games later.

  Within seconds, he had his briefs on the floor and was reaching for her bra.

  “Wait.” Her hands clasped around his wrists.

  He stilled. His breathing was ragged. “What’s wrong?”

  Embarrassment colored her features, reminding him of when she’d told him outside that she hadn’t been with anyone since her husband. “I just thought about . . .” She paused and gave him a pained grimace. “I don’t look like I did the last time you saw me.”

  He drew back at her words. She was worried about her looks? “Stretch marks?” He’d already noticed a few on her stomach. They hadn’t seemed to bother her.

  “And not as . . . buoyant,” she added.

  The way she said it make him grin like a fool. “Good thing we’re not in the water, then.”

  “Brody, I’m serious. I’ve had children. I’m not a teenager anymore.”

  “Damn straight you’re not.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.” He leaned forward and touched his mouth to hers, and then he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Kitty Cat.” He winked when she made a face at his use of the old nickname. “Inside and out.” He kissed her again, lingering this time, and slid his hand down to cup around her rear. “But definitely out,” he finished with a quick squeeze.

  His words made her snicker. Which had been his intent.

  “I’m just saying—”

  He raised his brows and she cut off her words.

  She stared at him for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and huffing out a breath. “Fine,” she muttered. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, but an evil gleam showed up in her eyes before she removed it. Slowly, she brought her hands back around to her front. Her bra was undone but stayed firmly in place.

  “You’re teasing me now?” he asked.

  “I might be.”

  He nodded, liking where this was going. “As long as you understand that I’m going to make you pay for that.”

  She stared up at him, her blue eyes the color of marbles, daring him to strip her of her remaining clothes. Daring him to make her pay for her misbehavior. But damned if he didn’t catch one more glimpse of nerves.

  It really worried her what he’d think of her body. Which did something to him. She’d been his first. She’d been innocent and untouched. And he was about to have her again.

  That was special.

  She was special.

  And hell if that rationale didn’t terrify him. Because she was only a summer fling.

  Pushing the thought from his mind, he shut up his brain and reached for her bra.

  Cat held her breath as Brody bared her to him and took his time looking his fill. Her nervousness had caught her off guard. She’d been focused so much on being away from her life, on being more than just a mother. More than a Davenport. But she hadn’t thought about the fact that Brody had been the first boy to see her naked. He’d seen her unblemished. Unflawed. And he’d seen her almost twenty years younger!

  But from the look on his face now, her worries were for naught.

  His jaw tensed as his hand cupped her right breast. Her nipple puckered at his touch.

  And Cat wished for all she was worth that she hadn’t voiced her concern. It had slowed things down too much. Made the moment softer. She didn’t want slow. Not tonight. Nor did she want soft.

  She wanted all-out, balls-to-the-wall sex.

  The green in Brody’s eyes deepened then, and she held her breath, certain he was about to say something profound. She prepared herself to appear moved at whatever proclamation he came out with, when really, all she wanted was his mouth back on her body.

  His fingers tightened on her breast, the light squeeze seeming to reach through her body and show up between her legs. Then he gave a careful nod and opened his mouth. “You’re right,” he said solemnly. “The buoyancy is gone.”

  Laughter burst from her, joining with his, and the soft, slow moment disappeared.

  He brought his other hand to her body, and suddenly he was everywhere. His hands stroked. Caressed. They gripped and squeezed. They found every hidden spot on her body, while at the same time his mouth sought out the same locations. And his tongue . . .

  Oh, God. She sucked in a harsh breath as his tongue met places no tongue had met in way too long a time.

  His tongue was her salvation.

  Somewhere in the mix, her panties disappeared and he had her right on the edge again. She was ready for another release.

  And just like that, he pulled away. She convulsed at the loss, her breath sticking in her throat as he braced himself over her, not touching her, but staring down in fascination. There was a bead of sweat clinging to his forehead, just at the hairline, and she wanted to reach up and swipe it with her finger. She was too weak to lift her arm.

  He continued watching her for a few more seconds, then did a quick push up and came down. The only thing that landed anywhere was his mouth. On her breast.

  She surged up as heat exploded, but too soon he lifted away. She made a gargling noise in the back of her throat.

  He did it again.

  Once more. Only, that time catching her other breast, and she couldn’t help it, she whimpered. “Enough, Brody.” He was destroying her. Her arms lay limp at her sides. “Enough,” she whispered.

  Humor flashed through his eyes. “But I have to make you pay.”

  “I’ve paid,” she begged. “I swear, I’ve paid. I’m about to die here.”

  He laughed at her words, giving her a quick kiss. “You are so fantastic.”

  Then he rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor. He put a condom on and was back on top of her in an instant, easing himself between her legs.

  It was a little odd, being spread by someone other than her late husband.

  But not odd in a bad way. She was ready for this.

  She
lifted her hips, seeking Brody out. He gave a small nod and then he inched inside her. She held her breath. He was large. She’d seen that earlier when she’d gripped him in her hands.

  Larger than he’d been at fifteen, and most definitely larger than her husband. Joe had been a good man and a good father, but he hadn’t exactly been Hercules in the bedroom.

  Brody, though, he might be deserving of such a nickname.

  Once he was fully in, he raked his gaze over her, and she knew one thing for certain. The games were over.

  He meant business now.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CAT FELL TO the bed covered in sweat, with a smile on her face so big she worried it might crack the corners of her mouth. It was the next morning, sometime right before sunrise, and she and Brody had just had another really excellent round of sex.

  “Ohmygod.” Her breaths came out short and hard. She’d gotten more exercise in the past eight hours than she had in the last ten years of her life. “You have certainly learned a few things in the last two decades.”

  A muffled chuckle came from the pillow on the other side of the bed before a heavy arm slid across the space and captured her. It hooked around her waist and pulled her to his side. Brody lay on his stomach, his face buried in the down pillow that now smelled of sex.

  Everything smelled of sex. They’d been up the majority of the night. And dang, but she was going to be sore today.

  “Surely you can’t go again,” she questioned halfheartedly. “I didn’t know anyone had that kind of stamina.”

  Brody rolled to his side and lazily propped his head on his hand. Early gray light from outside had crept into the room, and she could see that he seemed as satisfied—and exhausted—as she.

  “I know you make a living stroking people’s egos to get money out of them,” he began as he tugged her even closer, this time burying his nose against the side of her neck. “But did anyone ever tell you how really great you are at it?”

  She snickered. “Are you suggesting I’m merely saying what you want to hear, Dr. Hollister?”

  “I’m suggesting that it’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve been able to go four times in one night. Something you’re doing is making it happen.”

  It felt like she was surrounded by a glowing bubble of happiness. She hadn’t had so much fun in years. She paused, realizing the truth of it. “Don’t take this as me trying to taunt you into seeing if you’re man enough to go for five, but I haven’t had a night like that in . . .” She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Forever.”

  He growled at her before returning his face to her neck. “I like snuggling with you,” he murmured against her body. “You’re soft and comfy.”

  She snorted. “I’m soft because I don’t do crazy-ass things like jog every single day of my life.”

  “I don’t jog for my body,” he said. He rolled to his back and threw an arm over his forehead with a grunt. “Which reminds me, I need to get up and get out there.” He looked at her. “I jog for my brain.”

  She laughed. “You think your brain has a six-pack going?”

  “No, smart-ass. Exercise and watching what you eat keeps your brain healthy.”

  “Well, I do like your brain.”

  He pinched her ass and winked. “The six-pack is merely a bonus.”

  She would have to agree. It was a bonus. She ran her hand up his middle as he lay there, and licked her lips when the sheet over his groin stirred. “My, my, Dr. Hollister. I think you might be more man than I thought.”

  “It’s reflex,” he groaned out. “Trust me, I couldn’t make it happen even if you did that thing you did again.”

  She grinned. She had done a thing. She’d surprised herself at how quickly the skill had come back to her. “Are you sure? I could give it a shot.” She inched her fingers closer to the rising sheet.

  His stomach chose that moment to protest in hunger, and they both burst out laughing.

  “I guess that answers my next question,” she said. “I was going to ask if you were hungry.”

  “Starving.”

  “I can make you a smoothie. Flaxseed and fruit. Would that be good for your brain?”

  He shot her a horrified glare. “Is that the pink thing you drink out on the deck in the mornings? Not that you’ve been out on the deck in a while,” he grumbled the last sentence.

  A blush stole over her. “I couldn’t go back out there. You caught me watching you. You called me out on it the other night on the beach. I had to stop.”

  “Too bad. I discovered that I liked being watched.”

  “Then you should have been gentleman enough not to point out that you were on to me. Let me be a dirty voyeur, and you be Mister Studly Running Man, preening at the woman who can’t get enough. That way we could have both been happy.”

  He caught her hand in his. “I’m pretty happy as it is.” He ran a finger down her arm. “How about you? Any regrets?”

  She shook her head. “None.” How could she have regrets after a night like last night?

  “We should have talked about it first. That was my intent when I came over. Make sure we’re both thinking the same thing.”

  “That we both wanted sex?” she teased. She threw back the covers and climbed from the bed. “I’m starving. If I had eggs I’d offer to scramble you some, but all I have are the ingredients for smoothies and a few frozen dinners. I’m not much of a cook.”

  Brody followed her up. She shrugged into a short robe as he pulled on his jeans. “I’ll run to my house and bring back eggs,” he offered. “I’m not drinking my breakfast.”

  “Suit yourself. But you don’t know what you’ll be missing.”

  He grabbed her by the wrist when she headed for the door and swung her back around. “Just sex, right?” he asked.

  His words shouldn’t bother her. Of course it was just sex. That’s what she’d called it herself. But still . . . did he have to sound so casual about it? She gave him the nod he was expecting. “I was thinking we’d call it friends with benefits.”

  He studied her for a moment. She could see a pulse beating steadily in his neck. “For how long?” he asked.

  She hadn’t really thought about how long. Well, she had. She couldn’t be running around naked with the man after her kids got there. But it wasn’t like she’d put a date to it or anything.

  “My kids will be up here the Sunday after next.”

  “Then we have today, plus eleven more days.”

  She nodded. “Twelve days.”

  His eyes were solemn and steady as he watched her, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head. Finally he said, “We have a lot to do in the next twelve days.”

  His tone sounded like more than “just sex,” and she was just about to ask him what he meant when he pulled her close and slid his hand down to palm her rear. He fitted her against his newly formed semi-erection. “A lot.”

  Ah. He was just talking about sex. Good. Because that’s all it could be.

  “I do have one request,” she added. At his look she continued, “Can we keep this just between us?”

  “Meaning what?” He released her. “You don’t want me to take out an ad announcing that I’m sleeping with a Davenport? Could make me popular.”

  She whacked him on the arm. “That’s not what I’m saying. But no, don’t take out an ad either.”

  “Then what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying, let’s confine this to our houses. No PDAs. No one else’s business what we’re doing.”

  “Don’t grab your ass in public. No Frenching in front of little old ladies. Got it. Can I ask why?”

  “Do you have to ask why?” She knew he wasn’t blind. He had to realize how things were for her.

  “I’d like to understand.”

  She blew out a breath of frustration
. “I’m a public figure, Brody. Not in the way my mother is, but I’m a part of things. I’m right there in the middle of my family. Always. People watch me. People judge me simply because of who I am.”

  “And you don’t want them to know . . . what? That you’re sleeping with me? Or that you’re sleeping with anybody?”

  “That I’m sleeping with anybody.” She licked her lips, as nerves had made her mouth go dry. Brody didn’t look especially pleased with the direction the conversation had taken. “I’m a mother of two small kids. I don’t run around having flings. I don’t want to be portrayed in the news that way, potentially confusing my own children. Plus, I’m here on vacation. To relax. And though you wouldn’t know it by me now being in the play—and donating a freaking park—I actually came up here hoping to remain under the radar. I don’t want to give anyone anything to talk about. There’s enough talk about my family already.”

  His eyes had taken on a darker hue, nearing the color of seaweed washed ashore. “You don’t want anyone using you to benefit them?”

  “Exactly.” Thank goodness he understood.

  He gave a nod. “I can respect that. Yeah, we’ll keep it between us.”

  “Just sex,” she reiterated. Though she wasn’t sure why she felt it needed to be said again.

  “Just sex,” he agreed. A tiny muscle twitched in his jaw.

  She gave a forced smile. She hadn’t meant to bring the mood down. “Thank you,” she said softly.

  “My pleasure.”

  His gaze made her nervous, as if he could see too much, so she turned and headed to the kitchen to fix her smoothie. As she went about pulling strawberries and mangoes from the freezer, Brody remained silent behind her. Scooping out the correct portions, she did her best to act normal, trying not to guess at what he might be thinking. Or if her request had bothered him as much as it appeared to.

  He was so silent, her nerves ratcheted up once again, and she was just about to ask if they should just forget the whole thing when she turned to dump the ingredients into the blender.