He lifted her so that she was sitting on the sink, her thighs outstretched. He stepped between them, certain she could feel his erection pressing against her, even through the denim of both their jeans.
Part of him kept waiting for her to come to her senses, to stop him.
When Kelli wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed her crotch more firmly against his, it occurred to Colm she had the same fear.
Afraid he’d call a halt.
No. Fucking. Way.
They kissed for several more minutes, their hands exploring, stroking, caressing. He’d thought Halloween night was hot, the way he’d had to rely on only his sense of touch, blinded by the darkness.
Seeing her was a million times better. She was sexy, curvy. Her skin was flushed a beautiful rosy red that covered her cheeks and crept along her neck and chest. He wouldn’t have expected that almost innocent reaction from her.
He played with her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, loving the way she gasped and moaned and arched her back, inviting him to take more.
“I love your tits, Kell. God. They’re perfect.”
He felt her smile, rather than saw it, when he immediately resumed the kiss.
Kelli’s hands had drifted beneath his T-shirt, her thumbs toying with his nipples, her nails lightly scratching his chest, playing with the smattering of hair there.
He released one of her breasts, reaching up to take a handful of her hair in his hand. He closed his fist around the long auburn strands, tugging until she groaned with pleasure.
He’d heard those same sounds from her on Halloween, and now he wondered how he hadn’t realized it was her. Her groans, her sighs, her hisses when…
He grinned when she gave him one of those sharp sounds as he pulled her hair harder, drawing her head back so he could deepen the kiss.
Kelli, the gorgeous, impatient woman, took them to the next level, her fingers flipping open the button on his jeans with ease.
“I’m going to ignore how good you are at that,” he murmured, repeating her words.
She pulled away from him, laughing softly as she tugged his zipper down. Reaching into his open jeans, she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Going commando, I see.”
He winked, loving her easy smile and the way she rolled her eyes at him.
Kelli had probably rolled her eyes a million times in his presence, typically in annoyance over something he said that she found offensive or arrogant. The devil in him had always enjoyed provoking that response from her, loved tweaking her, teasing her, giving her shit.
Never, not once, had it made him this hard, made him lose his mind with desire, with need.
This time…
“God, Kelli.” Her impatience rubbed off on him as he took one small step back, drawing her off the sink so he could divest her of her jeans. She helped him, shimmying them and her panties down her hips, before she kicked them off with her shoes.
He opened the drawer next to her, rummaging to the back, finding the stash of condoms he and Oliver kept there “for emergencies.”
Kelli had shoved his jeans to his knees and resumed her place on the sink, using her legs to draw him back to her.
Halloween had been hours of foreplay and fondling, but it was clear neither of them was interested in a repeat performance of that. At least not this time.
Colm had spent too many nights alone with just his hand since then.
He opened the condom wrapper and started to pull it on. He’d just covered the tip when Kelli stopped him.
He looked up, catching her tentative—confused?—gaze.
He shook his head. “That’s a lot longer conversation, Kell.”
Her hand dropped away as she nodded hastily. “You’re right. It is.”
“And we’re going to have it.” Colm finished rolling on the condom, wondering if she’d stop him now. If the magic had somehow been broken.
He should have known better.
Kelli was indomitable, unshakable. Amazing.
She guided his cock to the opening of her body.
He wiggled his thumb over her clit. She was wet. So damn wet.
Her eyes drifted closed when he pressed the head inside.
“No,” he said, more loudly than he’d intended.
Her eyes flew open, met his.
“Don’t close your eyes. I want to make damn sure you know exactly who you’re with this time.”
She laughed, just one brief huff of amusement, before he thrust in. Straight to the hilt.
Kelli threw her head back as they found their rhythm in seconds. She added her own strength to his, using her legs to pull him back inside her every time he retreated.
They came together in a rush as he moved in and out in an almost brutal fashion.
Kelli drove him on, demanding more. Always more.
“Wait!” she cried out when he completely withdrew.
“No. Turn around.” He already had her halfway to the position he wanted before he finished speaking, bending her over the sink, pulling her ass toward him.
He shoved back in roughly, loving the way she cried out, “Yes. God! Yes!”
Colm watched her face in the reflection of the mirror, her gaze locked on his as well.
Over and over, he took her. It was hard and fast and practically primal. When her cheeks flushed a deeper red and her breathing grew erratic, he knew she was close.
Colm slowed his thrusts as he bent over her back, his lips by her ear. “Don’t hold back, Kelli. I want to watch you come.”
She started to nod, but he wasn’t finished.
“But just know I’m not stopping. I’m gonna keep fucking you all the way through your orgasm. I’m going to make sure it lasts, going to draw it out until it hurts, until you’re begging me to stop.”
Kelli shuddered, though the response couldn’t be mistaken as anything other than pure hunger. “Please,” she whispered.
“Then I’m going to make you do it all over again when I come.”
She was gasping for air, and Colm could swear he almost saw her trying to prepare herself, trying to get ready
