Hot to Touch (Kimani Romance)

by Terry, Kimberly Kaye

  When she raised her soulful brown eyes to meet his, the look in them was a heady combination of innocence and seduction, and he nearly came on the spot. Every nerve ending was on fire, his body trembling with her innocent, hot touch. It only increased as he watched Emma pick up the condom beside her and remove it from the package.

  In one smooth move she rolled it over his straining erection and lowered herself back down on the bed.

  He rubbed the tip of his shaft back and forth between the lips of her moist folds. Her skin was soft, silky. Feminine perfection.

  She drew in a gasping breath, her body arching off the bed with his playful swipes between her sensitive lips.

  “Please…oh, please…” she moaned. The sweet sound of her cries rang out when he brought his mouth down to claim a breast.

  Shane wanted, needed, to take his time with her. Needed to explore every inch of her decadent curves. Make love to every part of her.

  He had to do whatever it took to end the feral need in him to claim her. Because once he claimed her, his fascination with her would end. At least that’s what he told himself.

  He drew a dark brown nipple deeply into his mouth, running his tongue over it before clamping his teeth down lightly.

  “Shane…” she moaned again, this time her voice was sharp, piercing as she drew out his name. Her slightly husky voice echoed in the dark, quiet room and slid over his body like a warm silken caress.

  The wet sound of her nipple smacking out of his mouth as he released her was hidden beneath the sound of her mewling cries as he inserted a finger inside her heat, testing her readiness.

  He added another finger, stretching her slowly. He barely held back the need to spread her legs wide and push into her warmth when her walls tightened on his finger, clamping down.

  Withdrawing her moisture, he brought it to his mouth. Keeping his eyes on hers, he licked his finger clean of her essence. Her eyes glittered with a wildness that mirrored his need.

  It was time to end the tension that had been brewing between them. He inhaled deeply, taking in her unique smell, which tangled with his senses and made him go rock hard, from zero to a hundred miles in two seconds flat.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, whispering the words against the corner of her mouth.

  Emma went weak at the knees. She felt her own essence run down the side of her legs when his warm breath moved from her mouth to trail along the side of her neck, the slightly scratchy feel of his day beard setting off a sizzling, achy sensation along her body.

  She was so ready that she was delirious.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, arching her body off the bed and gasping when he nosed the side her neck and nuzzled the sensitive skin directly beneath her earlobe. “Yes…”

  The lids of her eyes drooped low as he grasped both of her wrists within one of his big hands and brought her arms up, above her head, causing her breasts to press against each other.

  “Keep your hands, there. Don’t move them,” he instructed, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming out.

  He snaked down her body, grasped each of her thighs, and moments later his mouth touched the inside of her leg, nibbling the sensitive inner skin.

  Butterflies fluttered violently in her stomach as she shut her eyes tightly and squirmed on the bed. He gently pushed her legs apart when she tried to clamp them together, her action an instinctual feminine defensive move against what he was making her feel.

  “Oh, God, Shane,” she moaned, her breath coming out in hitched puffs of air. She felt his rumbling, low laugh against her inner thigh.

  Licking and biting his way along one thigh, only to turn to the other, giving it equal, sweet, decadent attention, the slightly rough skin of his cheek rubbed against her mound, back and forth in a see-sawing motion. Seconds later, he parted the lips of her vagina, and his tongue snaked out to stroke between her moist folds. The kiss was hot, dangerous and lethal.

  With mind-blowing precision, he catered to her, licking and suckling, ferreting out the small nub of her clitoris and pulling it into his mouth.

  Emma’s head tossed back and forth on the pillow, her body on fire with need. Ignoring his edict to keep her hands above her, she reached down to grasp his head.

  Tunneling her hands through his silky strands, she pulled him closer, her body moving in sensual rhythm to the strokes of his talented tongue.

  She felt her orgasm unfurl. Snaking though her body, a tingling sensation started in her toes and worked through her body, coiling though her senses before detonating.

  The explosion was as intense as it was unexpected.

  Emma shouted out loudly. No longer caring if anyone could hear them, she screamed her release, grinding her body against his mouth as he continued his sensual assault against her body.

  Head thrown back, muscles straining, taut, on fire, her body arched sharply off the bed as she allowed the orgasm to wash over her.

  He pushed her legs up so that her feet were planted on the bed, with him lying between her spread thighs. He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into their fleshy skin.

  “Look at me.” His voice was layered with lust, need and wild desire.

  When she glanced up and met his eyes at the sensual command, she felt the broad head of his shaft at her entry.

  Licking her lips, her eyes trailed over his face.

  Her glance moved down the flaring at the ends of his nostrils, to the tightness of his jaw as though he were holding back, waiting, his eyes darkened with lust.

  “Now…I need you now.”

  With her heartbeat thudding erratically in her chest, Emma gave him the permission he was waiting for.

  Her breath came out in a long hiss when he began to enter her body.

  Slowly, inch by decadent inch, he pushed into her, covering her body and claiming her mouth, pressing his tongue inside, deep.

  Emma moaned against his mouth, squirmed beneath his body, trying desperately to adjust to his thickness; his unyielding invasion. One part of her felt trapped beneath him, afraid, like a wild animal caught, as he continued to feed her more of himself, stretching her so wide she felt every hot, torrid, unrelenting inch of him as he pressed deep inside her.

  He cupped her buttocks and lifted her tighter against his body, swallowing her cry within the warmth of his mouth.

  When he broke the kiss, he trailed his mouth over her face, until he reached her neck, licking the sensitive spot directly behind her ear.

  “Emma…Emma!” Repositioning them, smoothly in one move, she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips.

  “I’ve wanted to feel you like this…” His hips rotated in slow, sure strokes deep within her, and Emma drew in a swift breath, clutching at his wide forearms to brace herself for the ride.

  “To see you like this…” Another deep stroke and stars exploded behind her tightly closed lids.

  The bed practically vibrated, and she opened her eyes to see he’d lifted his torso into an upright position, their bodies in complete alignment. He palmed the back of her head, bringing her face closer to his, and immediately nuzzled the side of her neck.

  “Since the moment we met…” His voice was barely more than a growl against her neck. His tongue swiped out to lick a hot path along her collarbone. “You taste so good. Feel so good…so damn good.”

  “Yes…”

  She turned into his caress, her body adjusting to his. The strain from his entry now easing, they established a smooth, easy rhythm.

  “You, too. You feel…you feel so good…so good,” she chanted over and over in panting breaths and broken sentences, barely able to speak, much less form coherent words.

  As Shane moved inside her, he couldn’t get close enough. It seemed like an eternity that he’d wanted to feel her, to taste her.

  As he made love to her, every movement of her body, every moan she uttered made him want to beat his chest and go caveman on her, let the world know that it was he who had made her feel this go
od.

  He gritted his teeth together, biting back the need to flip her on her back, to ride her harder until they both exploded.

  As she grew comfortable to his girth, her legs widened, giving him easier access to her body. Gliding her body up and down along his shaft, riding him nice and slow, she made love to him in a way no one woman ever had before.

  Shane prided himself on his longevity. Easily outlasting lovers in the past, he always made sure their pleasure came before he took his own, but he wasn’t sure he could do that this time. Not with Emma.

  As her hips rolled against his, their bodies in perfect harmony, he placed his hands along her bouncing bottom and grunted. “I don’t know how long I can last, baby…you fit me so snug—so damn perfect.”

  He heard her breathless laugh before she replied, “Good, because I feel the same way.”

  Several more thrusts into her warm sheath, her soft belly brushing against his with every bounce and glide, and he felt his groin tingle, and knew his release was seconds away.

  He pulled away from her and flipped her on her back, eliciting a surprised groan from her, her passion-glazed eyes staring up at him.

  He ran a glance over her plush, red lips.

  “God…please tell me you’re ready…”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  With a groan, Shane placed an arm around her slim waist, anchoring her to his body tighter. He wrapped his other arm around her neck, holding her steady as he pumped inside of her.

  One, two, three more deep-seated strokes and he exploded. Rocking into her a final time, they both gave in to the mind-blowing release.

  Chapter 13

  Emma’s head lay on Shane’s chest, her petite body spooned against his much larger one. One big leg lay crosswise over both of hers, effectively securing her within his embrace.

  The early morning light peeked through the slits of her blinds, allowing the dawn to filter into the room as Emma pried her eyes open.

  Arching her back, she winced, biting the corner of her mouth.

  She couldn’t believe what she’d experienced with Shane last night. She glanced down at him.

  His face was turned away from hers as his head rested on the pillow. In profile, she could make out the shadow of his overnight beard.

  She turned away from him, glancing down at her body. Easing a hand between them, she brushed her fingers over the skin of her inner thighs. A hot blush blossomed on her cheeks instantly as she remembered the feel of his stubble against the sensitive skin on her inner thigh as he’d made love to her in the most intimate way, more than once during their marathon lovemaking session.

  She glanced at the small alarm clock on her dresser, surprised when she realized how late it was. It was nearly six-thirty, an hour past the time she normally rose.

  Realizing it was Saturday, she relaxed and settled back against him.

  “I wasn’t too much for you, was I?”

  Startled, Emma glanced away from the clock and down at the man whose body was wrapped intimately around hers.

  “Hey…I didn’t know you were awake,” she replied, her voice hoarse. Again, she felt her cheeks flush. The state of her voice was due to the cries he’d wrung from her throughout the long night.

  She willingly allowed him to pull her back, her bottom nestled firmly against his groin. She drew in a surprised breath, feeling his shaft, laying thick, erect and long against her backside.

  “No,” she whispered, answering his question. “It wasn’t too much,” she finished simply. She laughed at her understatement. The way he’d made love to her, the way he’d made her feel as he’d catered to every inch of her body, sent a curl of remembered deliciousness racing through her body.

  “No one has ever made me feel like that before. So alive. So beautiful. So wanted. So needed.” She boldly made the admission, holding her breath waiting for his reaction.

  She felt the tension ease from his body.

  He laughed low, a sexy rumble against the back of her neck that sent a sizzle of heat directly to the core of her. She moved her legs when his big fingers trailed down her stomach and cupped her mound.

  “Good,” he murmured. “Because I feel the same way.”

  Her body arched away from his talented fingers before she placed a steady hand over his. “But I think I need to take a long, hot herbal bath…alone, before round two.”

  “Round two?”

  She blushed again, remembering how many times throughout the long night and early morning hours they’d made love.

  There was contented silence between them. Emma, beyond exhausted, stifled a yawn as she felt her eyelids drooping. Seconds before she was about to give in to her exhaustion and doze off again, he spoke.

  “It seems like I’ve been taking care of myself my whole life.”

  The switch in topic brought her to full wakefulness.

  Although it was a part of her job as a journalist, as well as in her very nature to be curious, she was intensely private about her own life. She recognized that same trait in Shane. That he was, once again, candidly sharing a part of his past with her both surprised and thrilled her.

  “You mentioned being brought up in a group home.”

  She felt his kiss on the back of her head, before he pulled away and sighed.

  “Yeah. I was twelve when I was placed in foster care.”

  “That must have been difficult.”

  He laughed without humor. “It was. When my mother…died.” Again he hesitated before mentioning his mother’s death, just as he had in the club.

  She attributed the hesitation to it being something difficult for him to say, unconsciously running the tips of her fingers along his forearms in a soothing manner.

  “What happened to your father?”

  “He took off, not long after I was born. I never knew him. It had always been just me and mom. In foster care I felt alone for the first time in my life. Left alone without anyone giving a damn what happened to me, one way or another.”

  Emma drew in a deep breath at the revelation. Thinking of her own life, she realized how much she identified with him.

  “What about you?”

  She snuggled back, deeper into his arms, biting at the corner of mouth, hesitating, still thinking over what he’d shared with her when he spoke. She tucked the revelations away to examine further. He nuzzled the side of her neck, kissing her in the sensitive spot beneath the lobe of her ear, making goose bumps settle down her arms.

  “What’s your story, Emogene, aka Gene, Rawlings?” he probed again, and Emma heard the humor tinged with curiosity in his voice.

  “My parents were real adventurers,” she finally said and smiled a bittersweet smile, thinking of her parents. “They met in college, were both liberal arts majors. They wanted to make a difference in the world, they told me. They also believed in experiencing life to the fullest, which is just a fancy way of saying we never stayed in one place for too long.”

  “Is that where you got your love for traveling…your parents?”

  Emma considered his question before answering.

  It was true, traveling to unique places, discovering unique cultures and new adventures had always seemed to beckon her. But she had always thought she had the same wanderlust as everyone else, but she just decided to act on it. The joy of discovering new things had been one of the most pleasurable aspects of her career, yet, just like her parents, she’d eventually grow restless if she were in one place too long.

  Recently, though, the novelty had begun to wear thin. Being on the road was constantly losing some of its appeal, and she thought of settling down, maybe writing a book on the various cultures she’d learned about. But whenever the thought came she dismissed it, never able to envision choosing one place she could permanently call home.

  “Maybe. At least, that’s one part of it.”

  “And the other?”

  Emma grew uncomfortable with his probing questions. Not that they were too personal, but because t
hey forced her to examine things she normally left in the back of her mind, buried deep. Forced her to examine the reasons she grew restless yet couldn’t imagine settling down. The thought of being alone scared her more than she was ready to admit to herself.

  “My parents died in a plane crash, and I was shuttled back and forth between relatives,” she began haltingly. “I never stayed long enough to grow any attachment to any of them.” She shrugged one shoulder in feigned nonchalance. “No one really wanted me around anyway…so I guess it was no one’s loss when I moved on.”

  Her low-spoken words zeroed in on Shane’s heart like a well-aimed bullet, straight and direct. Shane brought her close to his body and listened as she, hesitantly at first, spoke of her childhood. He was as silent as she’d been when he’d opened up to her. Something he rarely did with anyone. The reasons he felt comfortable with her were reasons he didn’t understand himself.

  He’d had no intention of spending the morning with her. He’d thought he could just make love to her and get her out of his system. Something he told himself was all that he needed.

  But after the first time, he knew it wasn’t enough. He didn’t know how or when it would be enough.

  Damn. He was falling for her.

  He didn’t know how it happened, when or why. An inner voice mocked him. He knew exactly when it had begun. It had been from the first time he’d seen her climbing the rappelling wall, followed up by the way she stood up to him in Roebuck’s office, her determined little chin lifted, daring him to try to get rid of her.

  He played the role of the carefree bachelor to a fault. He’d never had a need for anything beyond the physical with any of the women he’d been with in the past. And if he occasionally found something lacking in his relationships, or thought maybe he wanted more, something would happen to disabuse him of the notion.

  The last time he’d felt something more than casual lust for a woman had been for Ciara, and after that, well, everything had changed for him.

  He ran an absent hand over her soft hair, trailing his fingers down her body.