A strangled sound escaped her lips.
“I guess we’re saving the hot chocolate for later. But I am hungry. How about you?” Reaching to his side, he felt beneath the room service cart left by the hotel staff earlier and came up with a can of whipped cream. “Special request,” he said.
“You think of everything, don’t you?” she asked.
“I try.” He shook the can with one hand.
She was already willing. He also wanted her hot…and wet…and enjoying every moment. She hadn’t done much of that in the past, and he wanted her to remember him even after he was gone. He didn’t want her ever to forget.
With great show and care, he circled her nipple with a generous helping of whipped cream. Her smoldering gaze met his. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“It’s cold.” Laughter and anticipation lit her voice.
“Not for long.” He lifted her breast in his hand, savoring the weight, the feel, the warmth, and then he proceeded to devour his dessert until he was tasting beyond cold and sweet, until he was tasting Kayla.
Unfortunately for him, his plan worked too well. She lost herself in sensation. She moaned aloud; her thighs clenching and unclenching around his. Her hips bucked against him and his coherency vanished. He met her thrusts with unrestrained pumping of his own until he thought he’d come right then.
Lifting her up, he waited only for her to wrap her legs around his hips, and he took the few steps needed. Together they toppled onto the bed. In between spurts of laughter and the mess of the whipped cream, which she attempted to lick from his lips, they managed to stand again and undress.
Kane grabbed for his jeans and pulled a condom out of his wallet, realizing on some subconscious level, he’d been prepared for this. He’d made sure his wallet wasn’t empty.
Shaking off the implications, he joined her on top of the mattress. She lay beneath him, naked and ready. His. He shook his head to clear that thought, but it remained. He pushed a strand of hair off her cheek, stuck there thanks to leftover whipped cream.
“I never realized sex could be fun,” she said, out of breath.
He’d never laughed while doing it, either. “Sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He shifted his weight and slipped his hand between her thighs. She was everything he’d wanted her to be. Warm, slick and, if the sighs greeting his ears were any indication, she was definitely enjoying. He slipped one finger inside her slick heat.
“Kane?” His name came out on a groan.
“What?” Closing his eyes against the tension threatening to burst inside him, he eased his finger out and back in, taking up a slow pumping motion.
“I’d rather you…I mean, we…”
He knew what she meant. But he wasn’t ready. He wanted more for her than a fast fuck. More memories. He slipped his finger back in once more.
Suddenly she wrapped her hand around his cock and proceeded to pick up a rhythm, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, moving faster each time, bringing him closer to the brink.
“Point made,” he said, gripping her wrist.
She laughed as he grabbed for a condom but she still tried to grasp and hold onto him. He grabbed her wayward hands and yanked them above her head, holding her wrists with one hand. With the other, he eased himself inside her, trying like hell to keep in mind it had been a long time for her.
Considering how perfect the fit, how intense the emotion she drew from him, this was a first for him as well. Kane held on to rational thought long enough to recognize he’d never felt like this before. Seconds before he climaxed in her arms, he knew he’d never feel like this again.
* * *
Kane woke to the sound of rustling clothing. Rolling onto his back, he saw Kayla slipping into her clothes. Last night came back to him in a rush of memory and sensation—because his cock was rock-hard. Despite that he’d slept with her twice, and that the sheets still carried their scent, he wanted her again. Wanted her more than he had the first time.
One glance and he knew she’d planned on sneaking out before he awoke. Something he’d done himself and only now, being on the receiving end, did he realize how low a maneuver that actually was.
She was leaving. Because she was sorry for what happened? Embarrassed and couldn’t face him? Or because, God help him, he’d been nothing more to her than a one-night stand?
He couldn’t take the possibility, and in that fleeting second, he wanted more. “Going somewhere?”
She glanced up from buttoning her jeans. Her hair fell around her face in easy waves, surrounding guilt-ridden, embarrassed eyes. “I was just…”
“Leaving?”
“Getting dressed. I would have woken you.”
“Bullshit.” He rose from the bed naked and her gaze followed him from across the room.
She lifted one shoulder. “I thought a clean break would be best. You’re going back to New Hampshire later today anyway, so I figured, this way, no messy goodbyes.” She turned a bright, fake smile his way.
Instead of reassuring him, that forced grin pissed him off. As fucking stupid as it was, he’d thought they’d shared something special, yet she’d been about to sneak out without a word.
What was he to her, he wondered. The man who’d slept with her disappeared and the cop he was surfaced as he ran through his agenda and their night together. She hadn’t accepted his date until he’d pressured her into it with the lesson pretense. She’d been so hesitant to be with him until he’d reassured her. Had he been her way of breaking her dry spell? Had she used him like he’d used many women before?
He knew he was being an ass but she was the only woman who’d ever slipped past his walls. No one had ever gotten that close before. If anything would kill the edge Reid was so worried about
