He stopped just inches from her, the soft smile on his face almost too much to endure. “Did I say thank you?”
She gave her head a tiny shake then made a sound she didn’t know she could make as his hands settled on her waist. His palms were scalding through her—no, he’d slipped her sweater up so quickly and smoothly she hadn’t realized until they were skin-to-skin.
“I really do thank you. Best night of my life.” His voice had gone rough. His eyes looked lazy. But as he drew her in by the waist there was nothing remotely calm about the heat swirling between them.
His cock, half ready to go, was nudging her groove. She felt the letdown of wetness in answer as he playfully poked and prodded, enjoying the dance before the dance.
She opened her mouth to protest. But his mouth sealed the words inside. He was kissing her with the focused intensity she’d felt in surprise the morning before. But that time there’d been at least an edge of anger in his kiss. This time, it was all sexual allure and persuasion and hope. Oh God, what he was promising her.
Her knees unlocked but he was there, hands sliding down and behind, grabbing her ass and lifting her up onto the counter beside the sink. Her knees fell open naturally and he moved in like a man on a mission. Hard hairy thighs brushed the inside of hers as the kiss went on and on, one melting into another soul-burning kiss.
They hadn’t really kissed last night. Even in the midst of the shattering climax when they’d been skin on skin, him buried to the balls inside her, their lips hadn’t met. Now she knew she could come from the feel and taste of his mouth alone.
Shattering.
He groaned against her mouth, whispering, “Shit.” He lifted his head. “No condom.”
“Doesn’t—” She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled his mouth back down to hers. This wasn’t going to happen again between them. Not ever. She wanted, this once, to feel Kye inside her. And then she stopped thinking.
She scooped forward and lifted a leg to wrap it behind his thighs.
He expelled a breath of laughter into her mouth. And then he was moving his hips in slow circles, his cock bumping against her lower lips until he was wet with her essence. Her body opened and tightened in anticipation. His hands slid forward to tighten on her hips, his thumbs digging into her inner thighs to part her and make his way easier. The head of his cock touched her sweet spot and she gasped.
He sucked in her lower lip, nibbling on it without pain until she was gasping again and again. His tongue delved in behind to lick pleasure from her. Tongue and cock each nudging her toward a climax. Then he paused, took a breath, tightened his grip, and with a frank sexual roll of his hips shoved into her sleek heat.
She was trembling now, and sweating. Yet he paused and held her, the fit snug and smooth and tight. She could feel him inside her, pulsing and filling her to capacity, his body arched over hers. For this moment there was only the two of them.
The world stopped.
His hips rotated slowly, as if he were moving to a primitive beat only he could hear. That rhythm pulsed with the urgency of life, the downbeat coming as a thrust that speared straight into the heart of her. She didn’t try to hold back, be an adult. An experienced woman. A sophisticated being. She let go, opened her mouth, dropped her hands to his buttocks, and gripped him hard. Her head fell forward against his shoulder and she simply held on as if her life depended on it.
He had it, the rhythm, the beat, the heat, the push–pull of lust in perfect sync with her need.
He came hard, lifting her off the counter to ride the gush of desire jetting out of him.
“Damn, Yard. You feel…” He took a breath. “So damn good. So good.”
He looked so happy. So very happy.
That’s when she lost her grip, sliding down more than his sweat-slick body into the depths of shame. She’s just had sex—oh, please. It was more than that. She’d just offered every bit of her physical self to a man she couldn’t have.
She slipped sideways from his splendid body and looked away with more regret than she would have expected. “I really could use that coffee.” And an ice bath. Why had she thought she was cold?
“Yes, ma’am.” He offered her an intimate smile, so tender and happy it made her feel like the greatest cheat of all time. Then he ran his hand lightly down her spine, making her arch in spite of herself. He cupped a butt and gave it a gentle squeeze. The whole time his caramel eyes, soft with the aftermath of satisfaction, held hers.
In the mirror she watched him walk away. Treacherous eyes taking in every inch of his shoulders, back, and butt. It was a glorious ass, firm and full with shallow dimples on either side. She’d betrayed David for that butt.
“Oh Lord.” She felt a flicker of unnamed panic flare inside her. She could still feel her desire for Kye pounding in all her pulse points.