by Amelia Shea
He pulled down the sheets halfway. He hadn’t used the bed in a while, but he decided to take a quick peek to make sure they looked clean.
“We’re sharing a bed?” Kenzie stood frozen in the doorway wide-eyed.
A better man, a gentleman, would have calmed her fears right away. Bogs was not that man. He smoothed his hand over the sheets and lowered his eyelids. “It’s big enough for both of us, don’t ya think?” He slowly rose up and tilted his head. “You wanna share a bed?”
The look of fear and uncertainty was almost more than he could handle. It was taking all he had to not laugh at the way she was nervously shifting. Her heart must have been pounding because he could see her shirt rise and fall rapidly over her left breast.
She opened her mouth then snapped it shut. It was almost cruel how much he enjoyed watching her squirm.
“Uh…n-no.”
Bogs lips spread in a wide smile. “Are you sure? ’Cause you kinda hesitated.”
“Yes.” She nodded.
Bogs chuckled. “Yes, you want me to share your bed, or yes, you’re sure?”
He knew he was confusing her, but she was too irresistible to watch stutter and stammer nervously. She straightened her shoulders. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”
He kept his gaze locked on her. There was nothing more he’d rather do than get her into his bed. He’d even settle for his spare. He stalked forward but refrained from smiling. He smiled a lot. It made him appear boyish. He knew it—he’d been told a million times by women right before they threw themselves at him. But he wasn’t looking for Kenzie to be like all other women. He reached the door, only a foot away from her.
“You sure?” His voice lowered in a husky gravel tone. “I’m an excellent cuddler.”
There it was again. Hesitation. Her pink tongue poked out and crossed over her pouty bottom lip. That move sent an arousal straight to his cock. There was nothing coy about the vibe she was sending him. This attraction wasn’t one-sided, she wanted him. Any other time, he’d act on it. He’d take the lead, and they’d be naked in less than a minute. But not with her. If he was going to get her underneath him, he was going to make sure the time was right.
He lifted his eyebrows, waiting on her answer. He had no doubt she’d say no, but he still held out slight hope she’d give into what he knew they were both feeling.
“I’m sure.”
Bogs stared down at her. The corner of his lip curled. Bullshit! He shrugged and winked. “Well, if you’re sure then I guess I’ll just head down to my bed.” He leaned in, closing in over her ear. Her breath hitched, and he smiled. “Alone,” he whispered. “Night, pretty girl.” He walked through the door and headed downstairs to lock up and set the alarm.
Kenzie might not be physically in his bed tonight, but she’d be there. When he closed his eyes, there she’d be.
Chapter Seven
It was a miracle she had even fallen asleep. After rifling through his drawers for the toothbrush, she settled into the bed. But not before locking the bedroom door. As hot as he was and as sweet as he seemed, Bogs was a stranger. She kept having to remind herself of that simple fact last night, over and over.
Getting into bed shouldn’t have been such an ordeal, but it took her nearly ten minutes. Once she lay down, her mind raced of thoughts of Bogs. Naked in the same bed she was lying in. She even sniffed his pillows, excited that they carried his scent. She didn’t know if it was his soap or cologne, but the smell of his musky, clean, pine scent had her body doing things only meant to be done in her own bed.
Kenzie lay still in the bed letting her mind take her back into reality. She was forced to stay in a stranger’s bed because she couldn’t go home since her less than sane best friend decided stealing from a known criminal was a smart idea.
She groaned a heavy sigh, grasping the pillow from under her head and smothering her face. She spent the next few minutes breaking down the series of events from last night, one worse than the next. Of all the cluster fuck moments Taylor brought into their friendship, this had to be the top.
“This is a nightmare,” she mumbled.
“Does that make me the boogeyman?”
He was in her room? Her whole body froze from the sound of his voice. What the hell? She had locked the door. She remembered checking it twice. Now, he was in the room with her. Her breathing shallowed. Great, I’m going to suffocate myself. Maybe he would just go away if she lay still.
“Just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you.” His tone was laced with humor. Of course, it was. Was there anything that didn’t amuse this guy? She slowly released the pillow, dropping it onto the bed and scooted up to a sitting position.
He was leaning against the doorframe, shirtless again, sipping from a mug she assumed was coffee. He looked like he belonged in a commercial. His hair was a ruffled wavy mess atop his head. She had seen guys try to style their hair that way, but with Bogs, she was sure it was towel dried, and he was done. She tried to keep her focus on something safe like his hair, but her gaze uncontrollably traveled down to his chest. The light dusting of hair scattered across his defined chest was perfection. She’d never been a fan of chest hair, but on him, it was sexy. Everything about this guy was sexy. The way his abs tightened, the way his pecs flexed and his shoulders straightened, and his neck stretched, the way the corner of his lips curled into a smile.
Shit!
He had caught her checking him out. Again. His smirk became a grin, and the heat over her face prickled her cheeks. Couldn’t she have just one encounter with this man without making an absolute fool of herself? Just one?
She turned her head, eager to get away from his watchful eyes and his taunting smile. She wiggled her way out of the sheets and got up from the bed. She had slept in just her panties and t-shirt but removed her bra. She glanced over to the edge of the bed where she had left it, but it was gone.
“How’d ya sleep?”
She walked to the end of the bed to see it lying on the floor. She bent down to retrieve it as she answered him. “Fine.” The sight of her cleavage practically spilling out of her top forced her to jerk her whole body upward.
The twist of his mouth was the answer she dreaded. Yep, she had just given Bogs a little show. She covered her hand over her top and scowled.
“Don’t you knock?” she blurted.
“I did, you didn’t answer, so I got my key. Thought maybe you made a makeshift ladder out of sheets and were dangling from the window.” His shoulder pushed off the door, and he started toward her. She inched back and tried to ignore butterflies swirling in her belly.
This guy shouldn’t excite her, but he did. Since the first day at her apartment, he had consumed too much space in her head. More than any guy ever had, including men she’d actually dated.
His eyes playfully squinted. “Are you thinking something naughty again?”
She gasped, and her heart literally skipped. Was he a mind reader? She shook her head vigorously to the point she was getting lightheaded. Though it could have been from him being so close. “What? N-no.” She cursed her stutter. Nothing sounded less convincing than her stumbling over a one syllable word. Real smooth, moron.
“Hmmmm….am I naked in your non-naughty thoughts?”
“I wasn’t thinking about you,” she said in protest.
“No? How ’bout last night? Think of me then?” He stepped forward, and she moved in sync taking a step backward. Her butt slammed up against the desk which took up half the room.
“No.” It was obviously a lie, and from the smirk on his face, he knew it.
“What about when I was standing in the door a minute ago? Were they naughty thoughts running through your head when you checked me out?”
She tightened her lips. Getting caught was bad enough, but now standing here caged in between him and the desk with him throwing it in her face was more than she could handle.
“I wasn’t checking you out,” she gritted out through cl
enched teeth. It was a blatant lie that she was going to stick to. Waterboarding couldn’t get her to admit it. He could stone her, and she would deny it until the end. She was keeping what little dignity she had left.
“Now that’s a shame, pretty girl.” He leaned one step closer with his chest brushing against breasts. Her nipples hardened at the arousing friction of her shirt. His eyelids lowered slightly, and his lips came closer to hers. “I thought you looking at me would make us even. You leaning over and giving me a peek at what’s underneath this shirt would only be fair if you had eyes on me, too.” His voice was low, smooth, and caused chills to ripple over her skin. His warm breath blanketed her face.
She had never once wanted to kiss someone as much as she needed his mouth on hers. His hazel eyes darkened to brown. He was so close if she moved half an inch their lips would be sealed together. It was hard to breathe with the anticipation, lined with uncertainty of him playing with her. What if this was a game? What if he was testing her? Moisture pooled in her panties. She dropped her gaze to his chest. He wasn’t immune to her either. His chest rose and fell rapidly, almost in sync with her own.
His hand cupped her jaw softly, lifting her chin. She was forced to meet his stare and all her waterboarding, stoning, “deny, deny, deny” fruitless words fell flat. She dove for his lips, sending him back a step from surprise, she thought. Her lips moved over his and excitement flared in her belly. His arms circled her waist, crushing her chest against him. There was no sweet and soft. This was all frantic and passion. She curled her arms over his shoulders, gripping his neck, pulling him closer to her. She was practically crawling up his body.
Her mouth opened, and he took her invitation immediately, dipping his tongue between her lips. This may not have been her first kiss, but it sure felt like it. Her mouth moved over his, her tongue swiping against his. She had never been kissed this way. It was beyond a want. It was needy and desperate. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her onto the desk. He covered her knees with his hands and separated them, making room for him to step inside her open gap.
If she had any doubt he wanted her, the idea was nixed. His groin slid against her core, and she was feeling the long, hard depth of his desire for her. It made the kiss more intense though she hadn’t thought that was possible.
His teeth grazed her lower lip, and the heat from her pussy ignited. She rubbed against him, swirling her hips as best she could to continue the onset of the orgasm building inside her. Her clit was begging for more. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscles.
She tore her mouth away to gasp for breath. His mouth fused against her neck in strong pulls of her skin. If he sucked any harder, she’d wind up with a hickey on her neck. She reached for his neck again, gripping him harder.
Her mind was blown from the kiss. She hadn’t realized until now part of the reason for her impending orgasm was his hands caressing her breasts under her shirt. His touch made her writhe against his cock through his jeans.
“Ohhh…” The whimper left her lips before she could hold it back. She was so close, right on the edge. His lips grazed her chin leading back up to her mouth taking her again for a deep, intense tongue thrashing kiss.
She was only half aware they were moving from the desk. He had lifted her but not broken the kiss or the humming stride against her core. She fell back onto the bed softly, and his body covered her. She reached down for the zipper of his jeans. The button was unsnapped making the zipper easier to lower.
“Take them off,” she whispered. He pulled away slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.
He crawled off her to lower his jeans. Damn! It may not have been meant to be a tease, but Kenzie licked her lips. The muscled abs dipping into a roped v-line leading down to his powerful legs. She reached up for him. He stepped away quickly, walking around the bed as she watched in awe. This man was seriously the hottest man on the planet. He opened the drawer grabbing something before making his way around the bed to stand in front of her again.
“Lose the shirt,” he said, and she gripped the hem dragging it off her chest as if it was on fire.
“Didn’t think it was possible.”
“What?” She was thrown off by his comment.
“You being sexier than in my imagination.” His stare held hers, but her mind was set on his words. She had a few boyfriends from her past. Nothing too long and overly exciting. It was her who ended it with them. She was always left wondering if relationships were supposed to be average, lacking the excitement.
He leaned over her body, grasping the hem of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs. Her heart raced, and she could hear her erratic breath waver.
This may not be a relationship, but she’d never been so eager for sex in her life. She reached down to her stomach grazing her finger lightly over her skin. His eyes trailed her fingers. His face hardened in a way that had her reaching lower sliding her hand over her neatly trimmed landing strip. His eyes shot up, and his lips spread into a smile.
“Aw…pretty girl, you playing me?”
She smirked shaking her head slowly as she slid her hand down to her pussy and swirled the moisture around her clit. A few more light strokes, and she’d send herself into a coming frenzy before he even entered her.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He ripped the small square that she now realized was the condom between his teeth spitting out the piece on the floor. He covered his long shaft and came over her. His mouth landed on hers as he angled himself between her legs. He gripped the wrist that was playing with her clit and held it over her head against the bed.
“Only one making you come is me.”
“Then make me come.” The words flowed without any thought. She refused to analyze and break down what was about to happen between them. She was about to have sex with a man who basically kidnapped her and was holding her hostage. That may have been a stretch, but what she was doing was irrational, risky, and plain old stupid. And she didn’t care.
Bogs growled. “Look at you all demanding. I like it.” The crown of his cock lined up with her entrance, and she gasped at the intrusion. It had been a while since she had sex. He slid in slowly until he was fully seated deep inside her. His head lowered, kissing her neck as he withdrew and entered her again.
She hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. Her fingers trailed his back as he slowly fucked her, deepening his thrusts, and making her squirm and moan. His hips shifted in a side angle, and she gasped at the feel of his cock riding hard against her spot. She crawled around him pulling his body deeper into her, tangling her legs with his as she dug her heels into the mattress.
She struggled with her arm raised over her head. She wanted both hands on him. But he tightened his grip, and his lips lingered down her neck to her breast. He licked slowly then suckled her nipple between his lips. She bit back her moan through gritted teeth. So many men ignored the breasts, but not Bogs. He knew exactly what he was doing.
His hips rocked deep into her, and she followed in sync with his movements. His pace quickened, and she moaned as she clenched her fists. Her head pressed deep into the bed, and her toes curled as he drove into her deep and steady, rocking her into the bed hard. She could feel every inch of him. He sucked with strong pulls on her breast sending her over the edge of coming. She’d never had an orgasm from sex unless assisted with clit play. Bogs would be the man to do the impossible. She tightened her legs like a vice grip. Her body shivered, and her breath hitched as she came. The tingling hum over her body gave way to the longest orgasm of her life.
His hand released her wrist, but her arm stayed limp over her head. She could barely move in her euphoric state. His elbows rested beside her head, and he stroked his cock inside her. She gripped his waist with one hand, reveling in the sound of his groan with each thrust. She could feel the hardening of his cock as he pounded inside her. The moisture from his skin brushed up against her as he curled into her neck. His hips rocked into her again and again, befor
e slamming hard against her one last time and seated himself deeply inside her, his body jerked, and a soft muffled groan near her neck made her slowly smile.
Aside from one dirty talking ex-boyfriend, the others she had been with had been close to mutes in bed. She had been fine with that until she heard Bogs groan. A husky, gravelly, throaty sound she couldn’t wait to hear again.
His nose nuzzled against her ear reminding her of a cat. God, could he be any more perfect? Her fingers caressed over his damp back. It hit her in that moment. She should feel awkward. She hardly knew this guy, and the situation she was currently in should not have included sex with her kind of, sort of captor.
He shifted his arms down around her waist and rolled to his back taking her with him. Caught off guard by the move, she braced her hands on his chest. The idea that he was still inside her didn’t seem to faze him at all. He wrapped his arms around, landing at the curve of her ass and took a deep breath.
“Didn’t want to crush ya,” he whispered.
Perfect. Her rigid back relaxed slightly, and she slowly dropped her cheek to his chest near her hands. The rhythmic beat of his heart pounded in her ear. She would memorize that sound.
Eventually when they got up, she knew the awkwardness would come, but for now, she’d revel in how comfortable and euphoric she felt lying on top of a stranger who might just be the hottest guy on the planet. She closed her eyes and smiled.
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Bogs hit his keyboard with the veracity of a champ. This was what he lived for, tracking people down. This was supposed to be done last night, but with Kenzie taking up residency in his spare room slash office, he was now down to crunch time to get the details and location of the last jumper. Stone and T were headed out tonight on this job.
His phone rang, the third time in the last fifteen minutes.