the thought of that bed upstairs. Manners and politeness go to hell. I turn into a man with one thing on my mind....”
Breath caught in her throat at the dangerous glint in his eye. “Dragging you upstairs and getting you naked into that bed. Making love to you until we’re both panting and exhausted. I want to make you sweat, make you tremble, make you scream, and just when you think I’m done, I’m going to push you harder and harder until you scream again. And again.”
His voice thickened. “I want to make you mine. So I’ll ask you again. You up for the challenge?”
Beneath the table, Kelly pressed her thighs together, feeling the space between them grow warm and moist. So long since fire had raced through her blood, arousing her until her own clothing felt tight and restrictive and every breath constricted her lungs. If he didn’t take her soon, she’d die.
Her voice dropped to the barest whisper. “Oh, yes. So get ready.”
The past hadn’t escaped them after all. Because it was here, vibrant and alive, in all its fervent need, Shay realized.
Not a flirt, nor experienced in seduction. So she’d said. Not true. As they ate dinner, Shay watched her with growing hunger. He saw her pulse beat wildly at the base of her slender throat. He itched to stroke his tongue over that jumping pulse, feel all warm, soft female skin as he stroked her naked flesh.
Kelly moistened her wet, red mouth with the tip of her tongue. She looked flushed, hot. Oh, man, so very hot.
Shay set down his beer, his blood surging straight to his groin. He stood, the chair toppling to the floor.
“Upstairs. Now.” He hardly recognized his voice, deepened by sexual urgency. His cock hardened painfully inside his jeans.
With languid grace, she stood. Each sinuous sway of her hips sent blood surging straight to his groin. Seeing the other men watch, he turned and shot a warning glance.
Upstairs, he pulled her into the room and slammed the door shut with a hard boot kick. Breathing jaggedly, Shay pinned her to the wall, desire cranked up to a frenzy at the flush of sexual heat on her face, the glittering arousal in her blue eyes mirroring his own.
“I want you so much,” he muttered. “And I’m no gentleman, Kel. So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll run into that bathroom and lock the door and stay as far away as you can before I touch you.”
Shay released her. “You have two minutes. Maybe less.”
Breathing hard, she gave a sultry smile. “I never did like what’s good for me.”
They tore at each other’s clothing. Shay peeled off boots, socks and shirt. Then he reached for the buckle of his belt and slid his pants down and kicked them off.
Thick penis erect, Shay held on to his control by a bare thread.
With a soft sigh many a silly man would take as surrender, she slipped off her panties and bra.
Not surrender, but a fracturing of barely leashed desire. With a rough growl, he lunged, pushing her naked body back onto the bed.
Her lips were warm and soft, as delicious as he’d remembered. He could kiss her all night, if it meant holding her this close. Shay cupped the back of her head as he devoured her mouth, licking and teasing.
He reached for her, but this time Kelly was the one touching him, her eager hands pulling the sheet off, her palms flattened against his chest. Her mouth against his skin, trailing tiny kisses over the hard line of his jaw, his throat.
A sharp intake of breath as she saw the silvery stretch of old scar tissue on his thigh. “What happened?”
Speechless, he went still. Words evaded him after the freshness of the nightmare still lingered, the piercing cries of Kelly’s screams.
Her soft palm rested on his thigh. “The fire?”
A quiet statement. He nodded.
Moisture gathered in her eyes. Shay reached up and wiped a tear threatening to spill from her eyes. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.”
“It hurts me to see you like this,” she whispered. “I wish I could have helped.”
Shay held her gaze, willing her to see the truth. “You did help. My memories of you carried me through. You sustained me when I found it impossible to take the next step. You gave me a strength I never knew I possessed.”
Kelly bent her head and kissed the scar tissue, her soft, warm mouth sliding over a wound that had never fully healed.
Those tender kisses chased away past pain and banished the horror of what happened. She kissed the inside of his thigh, the hunger inside him growing to the point of pain.
Kelly stopped and stroked a finger along the underside of his rigid cock.
Shay dragged in a deep breath as she encased his erection in her hand and took him into her mouth.
Closing his eyes, he let his head drop back as her sweet mouth caressed him.
Oh, gods, the exquisite pleasure of Kelly, her scent swimming in his nostrils, the softness of her lips against his aching flesh, the little humming sound she made. Like a cat with a bowl of cream, her little pink tongue delicately flicked the rounded knob of his weeping cock.
Desperate to get inside her, he pulled her away. Kelly sat back, red hair tumbling around her shoulders, pink suffusing her cheeks. His gaze dropped to the lush swell of her breasts, her dusky nipples standing to points. She looked so pretty. So sexy. Shay felt the last of his control fracture. Fisting his hands, he fought to control their shaking.
And then he reached for her again. His Kelly, his intoxicating drug he thought he’d gotten out of his system for good.
When all the time, she’d never truly left.
Oh, gods, Kelly wanted this man all over again, skin to skin, their bodies sweat-slicked and rubbing against each other.
They rolled on the bed, tangling together.
Sam touched her, big, calloused palms skimming up the small of her back, stroking the curve of her spine. “I love it when I get you all wet and ready for me,” he muttered against her mouth. “It drives me crazy to hear those little sounds you make.”
Then he fisted a hand in her hair, bent her head back and kissed her with such passion she could barely breathe. Kelly could think of nothing but Sam, his spicy taste in her mouth as he kissed her hard and deep, his skin slick and firm against hers, the silky hairs on his naked thighs rubbing against hers.
Kelly opened her thighs, exposing herself to him, the first man she’d ever given her body to. Sam slipped a hand between her legs and caressed her, drawing a finger through her swollen folds. Little gasps came from her mouth as she clutched him, her mouth tasting the salty slickness of the hard curve of his shoulder. Kelly nipped him lightly, earning a hiss of breath. With a thumb, he teased her clit and then sank a finger deep inside her. Every delicious stroke worked incredible magick on her, cranking the sweet tension higher until she was panting. She was so close, close...
Sam’s mouth encased one hard nipple. He bit lightly.
Screaming, she shattered, her nails digging into the hard muscles of his back.
Pride and masculine possession shone in his gaze as he sat back, watching her. Sam reached into his wallet and withdrew a foil packet.
Trembling, she lay back, watching him slip on the condom.
His limbs were long and sturdy and roped with muscle. Wide shoulders gave way to the classic V of narrow waist and hips. A few scars nicked the planes of muscle dividing his back.
Then he was nudging her thighs open, settling between them. Desire ignited the green in his eyes. Sam laced his fingers between hers, his muscled weight pinning her down.
The position was sweetly intimate. Sam’s body atop hers, his hard chest pressed against her soft breasts, his sleekly muscled flanks entwined with her slender legs, his heated gaze fused to hers. She was the only person
