They met in a kiss, hard and hot and so incredibly good. If she’d been breathing hard before, she lost everything in that kiss.
Suddenly, she didn’t care about anything but his body against hers. He wasn’t her client anymore and she wasn’t on contract. This was between them, person to person. They were safe enough for an indulgence, here and now, later they might not be. They twisted and rolled, and he was under her again as she straddled him. His hands roamed over her as she had her way with his mouth.
She let him up for air for a second as she decided whether she wanted to lick his pulse or nip at his collarbone.
Kyle’s voice rolled over her, husky and dark, sending delicious shivers down her spine. “Let’s get rid of the pants.”
Chapter Fifteen
She agreed with him about the pants, she did. But straddling him the way she was, she couldn’t resist rocking her hips against him and enjoying the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her through the layers of clothing.
Kyle sat up, his hands on her hips, encouraging her to grind into him again.
So she did. And then she groaned because it felt really good. Or maybe they both groaned.
He slid one hand up her arm in a skilled caress, running his fingertips up the line of her neck before cradling her head and drawing her in for another kiss. She drank him in, reveling in the sensuality he awakened in her. This was good, really good, and she wanted to enjoy it.
His hand tightened in her hair as he broke away to trail kisses down her jaw and neck.
Damn, it had been a long dry spell.
She gasped for breath, clutched his chest, loved the play of muscles under his skin. When he set his teeth against her shoulder, not enough to break skin but definitely enough to mark her, she nipped at his ear.
He caught her mouth for a kiss again and sucked on her lower lip briefly. Then kissed the small hurt he’d left. She liked this, the mix of gentle and sharp. His whisper-soft, featherlight touches alternating with the strong grip of his fingers in just the right places.
She tightened her legs, her thighs pressing hard against either side of his, encouraging him. He cupped the curve of her ass, pulled her in close as he pressed kiss after kiss against her collarbone. His fingers tightened on her, alternating between gripping and caressing.
Barely a minute or two of play and she was all ready to have him inside her.
She let her head fall back, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations. She arched her back, lifting her chest to meet him, her breasts heavy and aching for his touch. When he found the nipple of her right breast, he sucked at it through her shirt and bra, the heat of his mouth burning through the layers of fabric as she tightened for him. He squeezed and kneaded her ass as he turned his attention to her other breast, nipping this time until she cried out and jerked her head up.
“Come here, Isabelle.” His voice had deepened, dark and intimate. Liquid heat built between her legs.
She looked down into his face, her sight too unfocused to really see him, her hair falling around them in a curtain. He’d undone her ponytail and she hadn’t even realized. Didn’t mind either. He chuckled, a sound full of masculine pleasure and arrogance, and captured her mouth again. He kissed her deeper this time, his tongue darting deep into her mouth in sure strokes. His hands wandered over the curve of her back, one arm supporting her while he slid the other hand around to her front, grasping the swell of her breast.
He groaned then, against her lips. “I want to taste more of you.”
When he coaxed her arms above her head, she let him take off her shirt and toss it to the side. He passed one hand across her back and her bra fell loose around her shoulders.
She laughed. “Got a lot of practice?”
“Saves time and frustration,” he murmured, completely unashamed.
Her thoughts scattered as his mouth closed over one nipple and he cupped her other breast in his hand. He sucked first, brushing the pad of his thumb over the opposite nipple as he did. The dual sensations, contrast between the scalding suction of his mouth and the slightly rough texture of his thumb shot through her and scrambled her brain.
She’d have fallen backward if it hadn’t been for his other arm curved around her waist, holding her in place for him. As it was, she grasped at his shoulders for balance as he licked at her nipple as if it was his favorite lollipop, circling and tasting.
But she wanted to taste too.
She changed her grip on his shoulders, pushing him back with her palms. “My turn.”
He ceded control to her, letting her press him down onto his back. His gaze burned into her as he watched her undo the drawstring at his waist, even as he lifted his hips to help her ease his pants down and off. He was at attention in every way, his erection hard and impressive.
Oh and she wanted him in her mouth.