God, he’d never met anyone like her.
How had she gotten a rise out of him like that? No one could do that with simple surface opinions and pure wit, but she had. His attraction to Thea grew to a fiery degree.
“Would you like another?” he asked as he watched her finish her drink. She had amazing lips. They weren’t full and pouting, but owned just enough plump to make him wonder about their texture. She had beautiful winged brows and a hint of a dent in her chin. He could look at her all night.
She hesitated. “One more. And then I have to go.”
Anything but that. He nodded to the bartender Rory for another round. “There’s an incredible view on the roof of this building. I can get access, if you’d like to see it. The bartender is a friend of mine.”
Thea looked in his eyes for a moment. “Perhaps.” She knew why he’d offered her to take her to the roof. Yes. She knew.
He wanted her, and she wanted him. Simple as that. Praying she was as bold as he was, he accepted her noncommittal answer, even though his heart thundered at the potential of having her mouth on his. Their chemistry was too palpable to let it remain static between them. They should use it, play with it, and see where it took them.
When the singer returned and started a new round of songs about love and life, he and the fascinating woman next to him drank their cocktails and listened without another word exchanged.
Once the set was over, Thea set down her empty glass, and his stomach burned with dread that his time was up. She was leaving, and he didn’t know what he could say to make her stay.
“I need to use the ladies,” she said, moving off the seat. “Excuse me.”
A brief panic hit his chest. Was that an excuse to ditch him without saying good-bye? He prayed it wasn’t. He swore she felt the connection he did, and wouldn’t walk away from it just like that. But then again, women were unpredictable. Maybe he just wanted her to desire him like he did her.
“She’s cute.”
Kenner turned his head to Rory, who he knew well because of his frequency to the lounge over the years. Rory was younger than him, and obviously needed his eyes checked. “She’s more than cute,” he drawled.
“Want the key?” Rory asked, drying a martini glass.
“Not sure she wants to go up there yet.”
Rory shook his head, chuckling, then slid the key to the rooftop across the counter. “Just in case.”
Kenner gave him a half-smile and thanks, tucking the key in his pocket. The bartender had once bragged about how many girls he’d taken up to the roof to see the amazing view, and that the women were usually so impressed—and so comfortable with the total privacy—he usually got something out of it, like a kiss…or a blowjob.
He’d encourage Kenner to try it, by mentioning the rooftop to a woman, and so far, the two times he’d done so, both women had joined him up there. But he wasn’t some lust maniac fresh out of college. Simply kissing a woman and caressing her curves was enough for him. His heart continued to pound while he tried not to stare at the hallway leading to the restrooms.
When Thea emerged, and began to walk toward him, his pulse raced even higher.
Stuffing her clutch under her arm, she said, “I want to see this view.”
CHAPTER THREE
Thea’s heart thudded like no other while Kenner laid down cash for the drinks, took her hand, and led her to a door in the rear.
This so wasn’t like her.
To go up to a rooftop with a man she just met. She couldn’t even blame the cocktails. While she had a little buzz going on, she had all her wits, and was very aware of what was going to happen. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, but she knew what she was doing.
Following him up the stairs, she realized his large warm hand grasped hers just right. He wasn’t pulling her or forcing her; he held it like he wanted her to feel safe with him and, strangely, she did. When he opened the door and the cool San Francisco air hit her face, a renewed feeling came over her. What a night it’d been so far.
Instead of taking the time to admire the view, she tugged his hand and yanked him toward her, afraid if she didn’t do this now, she might lose her nerve.
His lips crashed on hers, and he caged her in by setting both hands flat on the wall behind her. Clutching a fistful of his shirt, she pressed her hips into him. She opened her mouth and his tongue curled in, eliciting a severe shock from her lips to her sex. His own flavor combined with the liquor of the cocktail made her starved with passion, his hard body slowly aligning with hers while he flattened her against the brick wall.
He was bigger than she’d initially estimated. Hard, taut muscles over a medium frame, but with sizable shoulders and a tapered waist. He bent a little at the knees and grazed his palms along her outer thighs, taking her skirt up as he rose. His muscular thigh pushed between her legs, and she hiked her left leg to his hip once her skirt was up to her waist. He cupped her knee and pressed his large bulge on her, then scraped his face down her neck, licking a trail of wet heat.
Thea moaned at the rough texture of his unshaven skin in contrast to the softness of his mouth. He made her feel sexy and feminine, drunk on the sexual need she evoked from him.
As he hungrily made his way down the valley of her breasts, she was eager to give him access to more. To it all. Panting, she scrambled to unbutton her top and pull it from the waistband of her skirt. Kenner groaned, licking over the white lace of her bra before shoving it aside and taking a nipple between his lips.
She let out a cry of pleasure as he sucked the peak. Before she could help him, he unhooked the front closure and he sought the other breast.
Arching, she twined her fingers in his thick hair as he took little bites from her nipples, making them hard and sore, before he kissed his way down her stomach.
“I want to taste you,” he said gruffly. Eyes hooded, she dazedly expected him to come up to kiss her again, but instead he went to his knees and pulled her lacey panties to her ankles.
She froze. Should she stop him? Her body naturally relaxed. God no. They were up there alone, in the shadows, and if anyone could see them, she didn’t care. He lifted her left leg and hooked it on his shoulder, and then his mouth was on her before she could even choke out a word.
With a long moan, she dropped her head back as his tongue dipped in her pussy.
He swirled his big tongue over her clit, making S’s and I’s between her folds.
Okay, okay. Oh my God.
Eyes rolling in the back of her head, she tried to keep from sliding down the wall into a puddle while he moved his mouth on her pussy and rubbed his palm up and down her thigh. Her nipples puckered from exposure to the crispy November air, but every part of her was on fire. A throbbing began low with steady consistence, and she gasped as he tugged gently on her clit, changing from slow and lazy to fast and eager, drawing out her orgasm with each tender suck.
Eyes widening, she slapped a hand over her mouth. An explosion so massive, she smothered a scream of pleasure. Panting, she quivered in the aftermath as her clit convulsed on his lips for long, heart-stopping seconds. Shaking and breathless while the orgasm receded, she whimpered while his mouth continued to rub on her soaked pussy until he gave it one last lick. Her body shuddered uncontrollably.
Kenner gently removed her leg from his shoulder and stood up, unbuttoning his shirt. She yearned to tell him to take it off, but she was too weak to make such a command.
He kept his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned as he jerked her to him. Before she could catch her breath, he kissed her, his solid heat soothing her cold nipples while he rocked his erection on her lower stomach.
Thea wanted more.
“I have a condom,” she told him in a raspy voice.
He pulled back and looked in her eyes with a look of slight disbelief.
“From the restroom,” she explained. “I got one from the attendant.”
The blaze in his gaze intensified. “Get it,” he said hoarsely.
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Trembling, she bent down to her clutch. She heard a belt buckle and a zipper coming undone while she groped for the protection. Using her hands to scramble back up the wall under heavy legs, she handed the condom to him. He took it, then swooped his mouth to hers, kissing her deep. Unable to stand the wait, she made quick work to pull his pants over his butt and free his stiff cock from his underwear.
Swiftly, he rolled the condom on, gripped her hips with his strong hands, then hoisted her higher against the wall. Secured between the wall and Kenner, she locked her legs around him, her naked sex flush to his hot, thick girth. Moving them to the left, he set her on an empty crate box, the tip of him teasing her throbbing center. Then he moved his hips back, and slowly slid inside her.
She bit her bottom lip, clenching her fingers on his hard shoulders, moaning at the size of him penetrating her. Kenner lips parted, and a low growl vibrated from his throat when she raised her knees up and squeezed his ribs. He sank in deeper, gripping her butt, and began giving long, slow thrusts.
She shakily met his mouth as he pumped his hips. Their tongues tangled while they bucked against one another, and she knew she was going to come quickly. She dropped her thighs wide, and Kenner growled, thrusting faster, digging strong fingers in her hipbones. Each penetration of his cock conjured another pang of pleasure that built on the one before, growing in power.
Kenner buried his face in her neck, pistoning hips wildly, then plunged hard and slow, the alternating speeds causing Thea to lose her mind in lust.
Her high-pitched moans were in sync with his low cries. The musk of him was deep in her nose with his cheek pressed against hers, his ear close to her mouth. The pleasure caught her and wouldn’t let go, and she closed her eyes to let it takeover without a fight.
She held on while the wave built, the pulsating sensation coming closer and closer, until it burst with bliss a thousand fold, shocking and paralyzing her. “Oh my God!” Blind, she held on to him as he bucked his hips faster.
Murmuring incoherently, she turned her face away from him, astounded by the impact.
Three more deep thrusts, and Kenner groaned loud and trembled, his movements beginning to slow.
They panted, holding each other, and Thea was sure once he pulled away, she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own without sinking to the floor. But he didn’t let go right away; he remained inside her, holding her, exhaling on her neck.
Okay…that was different. She’d had good sex before, but not like with that kind of carnal ferocity. Not with someone whose last name she didn’t even know.
Part of her wanted to push him away, with a look of total disbelief and even a little fear of the level of intensity, but she didn’t. She could handle this. Just relax.
Kenner kissed her collarbone, then gently eased out. Her chest rose and fell with each needed breath while he calmly removed the condom, then tucked himself in his underwear, fastened his zipper and belt buckle. Finally able to use her legs, Thea climbed off, pulled her panties on, and smoothed her skirt down.
This was a first for her. She didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.
Her hands shook as she fastened her bra, avoiding his eyes while he buttoned his shirt. Did he expect her to say something? Did anything need to be said? Determined to make this as less awkward as possible, she buttoned her blouse and tucked it in, then ran a hand to smooth her hair. “Well…”
He quirked a brow, then raked a hand down his mouth and chin. “Well.”
Yes, there was definitely nothing they had to say at this point except… “Goodnight.” She reached to grab her clutch, then headed toward the roof door.
Kenner caught her hand. “Wait.”
She turned and met his gaze.
“Come home with me.”
It was an invitation she didn’t expect. They’d already had sex. What more did he want? Obviously, more of that.
And she did too.
“Okay,” she whispered, shocking herself and him.
They took a cab. He didn’t live far from the lounge, only a few miles away in a luxury, upscale apartment building. Neither of them said anything on the way there, but she felt any attempt at filling the silence would come across as nervousness, and break the spell they’d created.
His home was contemporary and spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows, stainless steel appliances, marble countertops, and overstuffed burgundy leather furnishings, from what she could see in the dim light of the foyer. Utterly masculine, but barren for the most part. She surmised he must be a very good “ad exec” to be able to afford a place like this in the heart of San Francisco.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked. His shoes punctuated on the hardwood floors while he strolled to his kitchen.
“Water, please.”
After he handed her a glass, she swallowed most of it, then kicked off her shoes and headed toward the bedroom.
No Christmas decorations whatsoever. No pictures on the wall. Just an unadorned, white-walled, minimally furnished, painfully expensive residence. The interior decorator in her squealed at what she could do with a space like this. But no, she wasn’t there to be an interior decorator, she was there to be a one-night stand.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mind-blowing sex on the roof should’ve been enough to satiate Kenner’s lust and loneliness.
It wasn’t.
Even after getting the sweetest gift all year, he wanted more. He never made it a habit to bring one-night stands back to his place; he always got a hotel room. Over the years, he’d learned it was wiser not to reveal where he called home. The couple times he made that mistake, women would show up at his door and ask why he never called them. He sensed Thea wouldn’t be one of those however.
He knew she’d never done anything like they’d done before: sex in public with a man she barely knew.
So caught up in the moment afterward, he was belatedly shocked he’d seduced Thea so quickly, then realized it was her who’d seduced him.
An interesting change of pace.
Placing his hands in his pockets, he trailed after this sexy woman to his room and found her naked and lounging on the edge of his bed with a beguiling light in her eyes and a come-hither smile on her lips.
Goddamn. He’d only gotten a glimpse of her body on the roof. With the lack of light and most of her clothes on, he’d only been able to feel with his hands and taste with his tongue. But now, he could take her all in. She was the epitome of feminine allure. All soft hips and waist, long hair, and those jaw-dropping legs.
His cock stiffened instantly, and the sensual invitation in her eyes had him jerking his clothes off in short order and joining her on the bed.
It felt right to have her here, tonight, in his home and on his bed.
He crawled toward her and she scooted back, opening her legs. She held his gaze and set her hand on his cheek. Made him feel wanted, needed, as a man, not as a doctor. As their mouths met, they each inhaled, breathing one another in. She was his sanctuary for the night and he was hers.
Looking to take his time, he determined to touch and taste every inch of her before he even thought of putting his dick inside her again. He bent his head to her breast, and she arched, giving a faint moan. While his tongue traced circles around her nipple, he traveled his hand down her stomach to her sex, spreading the folds, and finding her slick and hot.
Exploring her body was his new obsession, kissing along each rib, and dipping his tongue in her navel. He moaned at the natural scent of her skin, the softness to his roughness while he made his way down. Running his hands along her legs, he kissed her knee, and trailed his mouth along her inner thighs, scraping his face along her stomach and chest before meeting her mouth again. She hissed at the scrape of his day-old beard on her soft skin, but in a way that told him she liked it.
He reached for a condom from his nightstand and managed to get it on. Before he could make another move, Thea pushed his shoulders and turned him to his back, and climb
ed on top.
Yes. Whatever you want.
She grabbed his cock, stroked it, and eased herself down, devastating him with her taut sheath, the sight of her lovely body above his. Rocking up and down on him, she planted her hands on his chest, her breath hitching with every pump.
He grasped her hips, watching her, his jaw clenching at the stunning power of sexual fulfillment. With her long hair tickling his chest, her breasts bouncing so close to his mouth, her thighs locked at his sides, he was in heaven.
She was his gift. Wondrous and real at the same time.
He captured a nipple and sucked, making circles on her ass with his palms. A nice ass he could hold on to. Thea bowed her back, groaned, fingernails digging in his biceps. He released her breast and kissed the center of her chest, desperate to lose himself inside her, and his balls began to tighten, ready to send his dick to sweet oblivion. Laying back, staring at his angel, he wordlessly guided her faster, harder on him, and she acknowledged and followed his command.
Her voice pitched with approval and she dropped her head back. Thrusting his hips up, in almost unbearable pain, he reined in his raw need to come. Shit. I’m going to lose it if she doesn’t come first. Her hips undulated on his in a wild rhythm and he closed his eyes, groaning his fight.
“Kenner,” she said achingly.
He couldn’t help it, unable to control himself, a growl ripped from his throat as her walls milked him, his cock pulsating with his seed. Thea cried out, and clutched his arms while she rode her own wave of ecstasy. Her cries turned to whimpers, and his sensitive cock remained hard as she continued moving her ass up and down. He shuddered with every little languid pump of her hips, trying to make her still until he could breathe again.
Finally, she bent down on his chest and lay her head on him.
When she pulled her body from his and snuggled in, he let her. Usually, he didn’t like to cuddle, but with her, he didn’t see any other way. He wanted her close. He removed the condom and when she bent her lovely leg over his, he cupped the knee to keep it there, and brought her in so she’d lay her head on his chest.
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