Three Little Words (Fool's Gold #12)

She leaned into him. From what she’d observed, men fell into one of three categories. Breasts, butts or legs. As she was short and small busted, she was left with a great ass. Looked as though she’d found the right guy to appreciate it.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. He bent down and kissed her. She parted immediately, welcoming his tongue with her own. She tilted her head, wanting him to kiss her deeper, and he obliged.

He moved his hands up her back to her bra. He unfastened it easily and the small lacy garment fell away.

She eased back and brought his hands to her br**sts. “So you weren’t lying about what happened in high school.”

He brushed his thumbs over her tight ni**les. “I gave lessons on how to unfasten a bra one-handed. I’m out of practice. I hope you won’t hold that against me.”

Before she could answer, he eased her back toward the bed. She settled on the mattress, and he moved next to her. He leaned over her and kissed her again. As his tongue teased her own, he put his hand on her belly. He traced her rib cage before exploring her br**sts. He cupped the modest curves and then used his thumb and forefinger to rub her tight, sensitive ni**les.

She arched her back just a little, wanting more of that. Kent read the signal. He kissed his way down her throat, nipped the skin right above her collarbone, then settled his mouth over her breast.

He drew her nipple in gently and circled it with his tongue, then withdrew slightly and blew on her damp flesh. She shivered with delight.

“How do you like it?” he asked, before licking her other nipple. “Hard? Soft? Something in between?”

The question stumped her for a second. For so long sex had been about a mission, about getting information. If there was any pleasure, that was incidental, and often accidental. But this was different. This was about sharing.

“Harder than you were doing,” she told him. “Just go for it and I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

He glanced at her and grinned. “You just keep getting better and better.”

He settled his mouth on her breast again, sucking harder. As he drew in, he used his hand to rub the other nipple, to mimic the actions of his mouth. His teeth lightly grated against her tender flesh, taking her to the place where pleasure grew until it was a hairbreadth from pain. But before she could stop him, he’d backed off. Just enough.

He repeated his actions, arousing her until she squirmed with the desire for more.

“Kent,” she breathed. “I need you.”

He reacted more quickly than she would have thought possible. One second she was getting desperate, then next her thong was flying through the air and his fingers were exploring the very heart of her. He slipped through her swollen, slick flesh, found her clitoris and circled it.

His pace could only be called masterful, she thought, opening her legs wide and letting him take control. Fast enough to keep her on the road to climax, but not so fast she felt rushed. He pressed over and around, every now and then pushing just a little harder, getting to the very core of those sensitized nerves.

Her breathing came quicker. It had been so long, she thought, her mind starting to shut down. She needed this, needed to have him push her over the edge.

Muscles tensed as he went around and around. She pumped her hips in time with his movements, her breathing quickened. He shifted, replacing his fingers with his thumb, then slipping two fingers inside her.

On the second stroke, she felt herself starting to climax. The unexpected speed shocked her nearly as much as the intensity. It was as if every cell participated, filling with tension and then releasing. She felt herself cry out and couldn’t quiet the sound. He kept touching her and she kept coming, and maybe for the first time ever, she wasn’t in control.

At last she was done. Kent withdrew his fingers but kept touching her lightly. She didn’t know what to think, what to say. She was drained and embarrassed, yet completely under his spell.

She finally opened her eyes and saw him watching her with an expression of pride and worship that touched the deepest, loneliest place in her heart. His arms came around her, and she went into his embrace, secure in the knowledge she would be safe there.

“I’m pretty sure I said ‘holy shit’ already,” he told her, one hand stroking her back, the other settling on her butt. “So saying it again makes me boring. But my mind is mostly blank, and that’s the best I can come up with. You’re amazing. I want to keep doing that. Only I have other things I want to do, and I don’t know which to do first.”

She pressed her belly against his swollen cock. “I think we should start with this.” She raised her head and smiled. “I want to be on top.”

His erection surged as soon as she said the words, and he was already scrambling out of his briefs. But instead of lying down, he touched her cheek.

“There, uh, hasn’t been anyone in a while. So this isn’t going to be my finest performance. Just so you aren’t disappointed.”