“See? You do like that.” He chuckled darkly and positioned her thighs on his shoulders. “I knew you would.”
She should have been sated after what they’d already done, but apparently she, like he, only wanted more. If given the choice, she’d never leave the bed. Miranda clenched the sheets as he began pleasuring her with his magical mouth, licking, sucking, using his lips, teeth, and tongue in ways she’d never dreamed of. God, he did incredible things with his mouth. But his hands were just as talented.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she writhed against his mouth. “Please, Keith…I want…I need.”
“You want more?” he asked.
“Yes. I want more. I want you inside me.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Do you have—”
“Yes. I have.” He sat up, retrieving a box of condoms from the bag he’d brought in with him. He offered her the packet.
She shook her head. “You do it. I haven’t had much practice. At least not for a while.”
After gloving himself, he knelt between her legs. Their gazes met as he teased her entrance, escalating her want, her need, her ache. She reached for him with a moan, her inner muscles clenching in rhythm with her pulsing heart. “I want to feel you inside me. Now, Keith. Please.”
His penetration was agonizingly slow as he filled and stretched her. Once fully impaled, he dipped his head for a mind-melting kiss. He followed with a gasp-inducing thrust that sent a jolt of sensation careening to her core. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Do that again.”
He brought her legs tightly around his flanks, retreated a few inches, and thrust again. Harder. Deeper. Pure pleasure made her cry out. He stifled her sounds with another long, lush kiss. Tongues still tangling, he moved inside her again, this time in a slow, sweet, steady cadence. Thrust. Kiss. Thrust. Kiss.
With eyes squeezed shut, she clenched her inner muscles, squeezing and milking him in tempo with his advance and retreat. He grunted, jerking her hips toward him, taking her deeper. Harder.
As their mouths melded, her mind emptied to all but sensation—the sultry, breathless sounds filling the air, the scent of sex teasing her nose, their tangling tongues and the tight, wet friction of him moving deep inside her.
Thrust. Kiss. Slow and steady then hard and deep. Thrust. Kiss. Deeper, harder until her climax surged and swelled like a tsunami, cresting and crashing over her in ceaseless spasms. Pumping madly, Keith brought himself to a swift finish, emptying inside her with a feral cry then collapsing breathlessly beside her.
*
The sun was only beginning to creep through the cracks between the closed drapes when Miranda opened her eyes. Carefully, she rolled onto her side to study Keith, who lay on his back, sprawled like a king. He’d flung the covers aside during the night, or maybe they’d never covered up at all. She could hardly recall anything now beyond the mind-blowing orgasms. Her insides clenched reflexively at the memory of him moving inside her.
She still didn’t know what to think about this thing between them. All of it had happened so unexpectedly, from the coincidental meeting to the combustive chemistry. He was so different now from the man she’d first seen in California, and even from the one she’d met only two days ago. The brooding warrior had all but vanished. The man taking his place was warm and tender and teasing—and she was falling hard. He’d said that it was more than just a hookup, but where did they go from here? In the light of day, it seemed far too much like a fantastical journey to nowhere.
His breathing was still slow, steady, and even. She allowed herself the luxury of studying him in his full naked glory, eating him up with hungry eyes. Reaching out with an index finger, she traced the wings of the tribal eagle tattoo covering his right shoulder.
He stirred in his sleep. The sheet slid completely away. Her gaze lingered in awe on his manhood: long, thick, purple headed, and erect. Very erect. Unable to resist the temptation, she wrapped her hand around him, but before she could do anything more, Keith’s eyes snapped open.
His hand came over hers with a mumbled curse He brought it to his mouth and kissed it. “As much as I want to, Aiwattsi, we can’t. I still have a job to do. We should have been up and out of here an hour ago.”
“I understand.” Her gaze slid away. “All good things must come to an end, right?”
He reached for her, cupping her chin. “Are you okay?”