He grabbed her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His muscles were tight, pumped. His eyes were dark with desire, his gaze was probing, deep. “I want to fuck you, Lindsay.”
She leaned into him and slid her tongue over his bare skin, reveling in his salty taste. Her voice was whispery soft. “I want to fuck you too, Brad, but not just yet. There is one more thing I want to do for you, if you think you’re up to it.”
He jerked his hips forward, driving his cock against her. Humor edged his voice. “I believe I’m up for anything.”
His head lifted, his mouth connected with hers. After a thorough taste, he pulled back and licked his lips. “Peach. My favorite. How’d you know?”
She rolled her shoulder. “It appears that we both seem to know a lot about each other, now doesn’t it?”
He smiled. “Appears so.”
Lindsay turned her attention to the bottle of Hot Kisses. She gave it a light shake. “This you are going to love.”
All humor disappeared from his voice, not even a trace remained. “Show me,” he said—an invitation to experiment, which she had every intention of doing.
She dipped her finger into the Hot Kisses and lathered it onto his cock. Stroking her hand up and down in a slow seduction.
He flinched. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
“Give it a second.” Lindsay continued to rub until he was well coated, then she leaned forward and blew a hot breath on his throbbing cock.
She could hear the breath rush from his lungs. “Jesus Christ, Lindsay, what the hell is that stuff?”
She chuckled and blew again. “It has heating properties in it that are activated by blowing.”
“It’s so hot. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Another warm breath had his body shaking, she could see his juices drip from the slit and knew he was teetering on the edge, one more blow would send him sailing over.
His voice came out hard. “My pants. Back pocket. Wallet. Condom. Now.”
The dark passion in his tones frightened and excited her at once. Lindsay jumped from the bed, found the condom, ripped it open and quickly sheathed him. Brad grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed beside him and rolled on top of her. “I need to fuck you.”
Lindsay drew a quick sharp breath, her entire body going up in a ball of flames. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea.”
He looked frenzied, uncontrolled. In one quick thrust Brad entered her. He adjusted his arms to keep most of his body weight from crushing her as his thick cock pushed open the tight walls of her pussy.
“Oh God,” Lindsay cried out, her legs going around his back, her fingers digging into his flesh, holding him to her, never wanting to let him go.
He plunged into her harder and harder, going impossibly deeper. She met each thrust with one of her own. Sweat collected on their bodies as they joined as one, both taking and giving what they needed.
He gripped one of her legs and put it around his shoulder, angling her for an even deeper thrust.
She gulped air, unable to fill her lungs to their fullest. “I’m—” Her body exploded into a million tiny fragments before she had time to finish the sentence. Her sex muscles quaked and throbbed as Brad brought on her second orgasm.
“I know, babe, me too,” and with that, he threw his head back and groaned, his cock pulsing and jerking as he gave himself over to his climax.
A moment later Brad rolled beside her, their bodies sated and drained from their incredible sex. And incredible was definitely the term she’d use to describe it.
Brad snuggled her in next to him, his tender gaze met hers. “Hey, babe.”
Oh God, she’d never felt so close, so connected to anyone before. She worked to find her voice. “Hey yourself,” she said as his heat wrapped around her like a silken cocoon. His lips found hers and gave her a slow, gentle kiss, one that stirred all her emotions.
“You are incredible,” he breathed into her mouth.
She raked his hair from his forehead and drew a fortifying breath. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
As she gazed into his eyes, her heart went to her throat. It occurred to her that bad-boy Brad Caldwell had definitely helped tamp down the fire in her body, but in the process, he’d left behind his warmth.
6
Two birds chirping a love song outside the window of the inn pulled Lindsay from her slumber. She stretched out her body, a contented smile on her mouth, and realized she’d never felt so sexually satisfied in her entire life.
She slid her hand across the huge bed and, much to her dismay, found the space empty, cold. After their amazing love-making session the night before, Brad had told her he had to leave, that he had responsibilities to take care of, responsibilities that couldn’t be neglected.
That made her wonder, and worry. The truth was she didn’t really know a lot about him. She was pleased to meet a man who had responsibilities, and who took them seriously. Meeting a man like that was a rarity for her. In fact, a lot of things about Brad were a rarity.
But what responsibilities was he talking about? Did he have a woman somewhere waiting for him? That thought made her stomach tighten and palms sweat. Or did he simply get what he wanted from her and take off, like the other men she knew? Then again, it’s not like she could blame him. She had assured him it was just about sex.
As her thoughts raced, it occurred to her just how much she liked him. How possessive she felt of him.
So much for sex easing the tremendous tension between them. Not only did it make her want him more, it created a whole new set of problems for her.
Disgruntled with the direction of her thoughts, Lindsay climbed from the bed and scooped yesterday’s clothes off the wooden floor. She needed
