easier.”
“Good. I want it hard.”
“Sweetheart, if it gets any harder-” His words ended on a strangled sound and she heard the metallic jangle of a key. The door swung open and he stepped inside, pushing it firmly closed with his foot. Then he set her down.
The instant her feet touched the floor, Kayla dropped her canvas tote and the pizza box. His eyes glittered with so much sensual heat, even the soles of her feet felt hot.
“If it gets any harder…what?” she asked, leaning against the wall, her gaze flicking pointedly down at the impressive bulge in his shorts.
He reached out and locked the door. “It can’t. Get any harder. Impossible.” With each choppy sentence, he moved closer, until he stood directly in front of her, then braced his hands on the wall, caging her in. Mere inches separated them and she could feel the heat emanating from him. Smell his skin, warm, clean and musky, mixed with the subtle fresh scent of his soap. His eyes, intense and darkened with arousal, met hers, and fiery tingles shivered to her every nerve ending.
“Oh, I bet it can get harder.” Reaching out, she pressed her palm against his erection. He sucked in a breath, then released it in a long groan as she gently squeezed him.
“I won’t last long if you keep doing that,” he said, lightly grasping her wrist.
“That’s fine by me,” she said, pushing the words past her dry throat. God help her, she couldn’t ever recall feeling this desperate. She was practically panting and could barely speak. “I’m not going to last long myself.”
“Yeah? Let’s see.” In one swift move, he clasped her waist and turned them so that he now leaned against the wall. Before she could draw a deep breath, his mouth covered hers, and the magic he’d wrought in the restaurant began all over again.
Only this was…more. Deeper. Fiercer. Hotter. More passionate. And now there was nothing to stop them. Impatience raced through her, her entire body humming with anticipation. Desperate to touch him, she yanked his T-shirt from his waistband and plunged her hands beneath the soft material.
Warm…his skin was so warm. And smooth. Her palms coasted over rippled abs, tracing the fine ribbon of hair that bisected his rock-hard torso. Her hands skimmed higher, her splayed fingers sifting through soft, crisp curls. She pushed his shirt upward, but her efforts were distracted as his hands were suddenly…everywhere. Pulling down her stretchy tank top to expose her breasts. The clever fingers of one hand arousing her already hard nipples, while the other glided under her skirt. Hooking beneath her knee and raising her leg to his waist, opening her to his touch.
His fingers slipped beneath her wisp of lacy panties and she groaned at his first exquisite touch of her sex. He broke off their kiss and trailed his tongue down her neck as he caressed her swollen folds with a skill that made her knees go weak.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against her skin. “So silky and hot.”
“All your fault…ahhh…” Her words trailed off in a long sigh when he slipped two fingers inside her. Unable to stop herself she undulated against his hand, greedily absorbing the quickening, deep strokes. His palm pressed against her with just the right pressure and her climax roared through her, a series of deep, shuddering spasms that dragged a cry from her throat. She clung to his shoulders, absorbing the aftershocks, her ragged breaths burning her lungs.
When Kayla could manage it, she dragged open her eyes. And found him watching her with an expression that would have melted her if he hadn’t already managed to do so.
She licked her lips to moisten them, then whispered, “Told you I wouldn’t last long. Thank you-for putting out that damn fire you started.”
His lips twitched. “My pleasure.”
“Not as much as it was mine, believe me. But I’ll make sure I even the score.”
He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. “Looking forward to that.”
“And I’ll get right on it. As soon as you give me back my knees. Seems I took one look at you and they fell off.”
He chuckled then dipped down and scooped her up in his arms. “So I guess you’d better lie down,” he said, striding toward the bed. “That’s a real shame-having a gorgeous woman sprawled in my bed. A damn hardship, but I’ll try to grin and bear it.” He plopped her down on the center of the multicolored bedspread where she landed with a gentle bounce. “Don’t go away,” he said, then turned toward the closet.
“As if you’d get rid of me.” She watched him dig through a dark blue backpack, presumably for condoms. Her body was already tingling at the prospect of another round-this time with their clothes off. In anticipation of his return, she kicked off her sandals, then shimmied out of her tank top, skirt and panties. Stretching out on the bed, a slow smile curved her lips.
Time to get this party started.
6
BRETT RIFLED through his backpack, trying to stave off the impatience clawing at him. Where the hell were the damn condoms? And why did this damn bag have so many damn compartments? He yanked on another zipper, and relief filled him at the sight of the familiar packets. He’d slipped them in out of habit, not because he’d thought he’d actually need them. He grabbed one then stood and turned toward the bed. And froze. And stared.
At Kayla, who reclined on his bed, her head propped against the pillows. At Kayla, whose shiny auburn hair was beautifully mussed from his hands and whose skin was kissed by a fascinating splash of pale freckles and painted gold by the rays of late-afternoon sun slanting through the window. And who wore nothing save a wicked smile.
His gaze tracked down her body, over full breasts topped with coral nipples, generous hips, long, shapely legs…she was curvy and luscious and sinful and holy hell, just looking at her rushed more blood to his groin.
Talk about an instantaneous reaction.
He forced several slow, careful breaths into his lungs, then walked toward her. When he neared the bed, he tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and was about to remove his shirt when she shook her head and rolled onto her knees.
“Allow me.” Reaching out, she slid his Hawaiian print shirt off his shoulders and dropped it at his feet. “All you have to do is relax,” she said, slipping her hand beneath his T-shirt.
“Relax?” He huffed out a laugh that turned into a groan when her hands skated up his torso. “You can’t be serious.”
She pushed up his T-shirt, and he raised his arms so she could pull it over his head. Seconds later it joined his Hawaiian shirt on the floor.”
“Then just stay still,” she murmured, slowly dragging her hands down his chest.
“Gotta tell ya, that’s asking a
“Maybe,” she whispered, her warm breath breezing over his skin, “but you will be rewarded for your compliance.” Leaning back, she flicked her gaze down to his feet. “Footwear off.”
While he toed off his sneakers then removed his socks, he said in the most teasing tone he could muster, considering his straining erection, “First it’s ‘relax,’ then ‘remain still,’ now ‘footwear off’…has anyone ever told you that you’re kinda bossy?”
“I prefer to think of it as being a take-charge sort of gal. One who’s not afraid to say what she wants. And right now I want you to stand still while I get you naked so I can repay you for that fabulous orgasm you just gave me.” She hooked a single fingertip into the waistband of his shorts and yanked him closer. “Any complaints?”
“Hell, no. I like a woman who’s upfront. But before we begin,” he reached out and cupped her full breasts, his fingers gently tugging at her nipples, enjoying her low moan of pleasure, “just so you know, I’m not afraid to say what I want, either. And I’ll want to see your orgasm and raise you two more.”
“Oooh, sounds like orgasm poker,” she crooned in a sultry voice.
“That’s exactly what it is. Wanna play?”
