“Texas?” Kitt says.
I freeze. Damn, he followed me.
His hand circles my wrist, and he twists me around. “Hey.”
“You can go now,” I snap.
His hand tightens as I try to free my own.
“Let me go.”
“Never, remember? Look, don’t be embarrassed.”
“Really? You heard what came out of my mouth, right?”
His mouth twitches as he fights his amusement. “I heard, but it’s cool.”
There is nothing cool about what I said. Nothing.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“All right, so maybe you wish you hadn’t said it—”
“Maybe?”
He growls. “Get back in your room, Texas, now. I’m going to lick you, and then I’m going to fuck you. I don’t give a shit if you’re feeling embarrassed right now.”
I want to be offended, but it’s hard to be when he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal, and my pulse is thudding so hard that I feel dizzy.
So, I’ve not had that much alcohol, but I still feel drunk. Swaying forward, I lean against him and close my eyes. His erection presses into my stomach.
“I’m an idiot,” I murmur.
“You’re an idiot for running away from me, not for how you reacted when I told you what I wanted to do to you. I love how you react to me.”
I’m no longer a fan of it.
“Well, one of us should.”
“Into bed, you,” he says, reaching around to slap my butt.
There is no way I’m going to argue with that. I bite my lip and tug his hand toward my suite. I’m still beyond embarrassed, but it doesn’t have to be a big deal. Maybe I’ll replay the moment a million times and want to slap myself, but Kitt still wants to be inside me, and that is…well, a fucking miracle.
Kitt’s smirk is back, and I slap his chest.
“You’re a dick.”
“You love my dick.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re about to prove my point.” He spins me around and holds me against his chest.
His gorgeously defined chest.
Pressing his forehead against mine, he gives me a smile that makes my whole body ache. “You’re perfect, Texas.”
“Funny, I was going to say the same about you.”
With a smile that melts my heart, he walks me back into the suite. We don’t stop at the sofa, like before. He takes me into my bedroom.
He stands in front of me and watches with one eyebrow arched as I remove my top. Then, my hand goes to my zipper, and his breathing becomes heavier. He doesn’t move, doesn’t help. He just watches, and it’s so sexy.
I step out of my jean shorts and push my underwear to the floor.
The tension between us is palpable, and all thoughts of my earlier slip-up have been forgotten. Nothing else matters but this moment.
Kitt unzips his jeans and shoves them to the floor. No boxers. My eyes dip down, and I think my heart stops beating at the sight of his erection. That’s all for me. His fist grips the bottom of his T-shirt, and he whips it off over his head. The shirt makes a small thud as it hits the ground.
We’re both naked and incredibly ready.
“Lie down on the bed,” he whispers.
I take a step back, and when the edge of the bed hits my legs, I sit down. Placing my arms behind me, I go to shuffle back, but his palms land on my knees and hold me down. With a small smile, he nudges my legs apart.
Oh.
Kitt drops to the floor and places a kiss on the inside of my knee.
My heart jumps. I’m pretty sure if he does that again, I’m going to pass out.
His mouth reaches the apex of my legs, and I shudder. God, he’s barely touched me, and I’m ready to come. His tongue flicks out, and I launch off the bed.
Fuck me!
He chuckles and uses his arms to press my hips down.
He swirls his tongue at maddening speeds, only to slow it right down and lick with the gentlest touch. My body is coiling, burning, and I’m in such a desperate need to come that it hurts.
“Kitt, please,” I beg, grinding on his mouth as every nerve ending is set on fire.
He groans, and the vibrations tip me over the edge. I fall, loudly calling his name, and I ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Wasting no time, he shoves me back, slides on a condom, grips my thighs, and glides himself inside. He moans deep in his throat and tilts his head back. “Texas, you feel amazing, sweetheart. Fuck.”
He stills inside me and bends down. I’m breathless and made of jelly after my orgasm, so when he kisses me, I barely register where he just was, not that I care much anyway.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him back. His tongue battles mine, pressing hard and then retreating, teasing. When I feel it against the seam of my mouth, I suck, and he grunts, starting to move again. I meet his hips thrust for thrust. He’s slow and deliberate, savouring the feeling. Every stroke stretches me to fit him perfectly, and I feel every ridge of his hardness pushing me to impossible heights.