Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I’m an idiot. And a contradictory bastard. Taking Kate home with me is fifty percent lusty greed. Even if I know I’ll never be more to her, I still want her. And if the heated way she looks at me is any indication, she wants me just as much.
But if she doesn’t, I’ve just signed myself up for pure, brutal torture because being anywhere near her does crazy things to me.
When I left my studio flat, the last thing I expected was to be bringing a woman home. I mean, some small part of me had that lusty, wishful thought that after the lecture she promised, she’d come to my place.
I say a silent prayer that the place isn’t too bad. Not that I’m a slob. I’m far from it, but now I’m feeling twitchy.
“Well, no one kicked down the door. That’s a start. Come on in.” I flip on the light and hold the door open and motion Kate inside. “Forgive the clutter.”
“It’s lovely. What clutter are you talking about?”
I see her point, but it’s cluttered compared to military life.
I close the door and turn the latch. “Care for a drink? I’ve got hot tea, some tequila, and some fruit juice.
Not that I suggest those together, I don’t think apple mango juice would be that good with tequila, but hey, it might be a new favorite, who knows. ”
Kate’s got that purse clutched in her hands again as her eyes flip to me and away. Her voice is an octave higher than before. “Tequila. That’s what I need.”
She’s surprisingly shy today. Maybe she’s just shy about sexual attraction. Or maybe it’s because we’re truly alone for the first time. She’s not the first woman I’ve met that kicks ass and feels awkward around me.
“Feel free to sit down.”
She perches on the couch like a bird about to take flight. I decide that leaving her alone for a few minutes might be good. Time to catch her breath. Or her sanity before we do something we both might regret.
And lord knows I could use it too. Only mine is threatened by merely having her in my place. I pour a shot of tequila and throw it back. Ah. You know what they say about tequila, it either makes or breaks a party.
I toss some ice in a highball glass, pour a generous amount over it, and stroll back into the living room. Kate glances at me over her shoulder. Her worried expression changes to a soft smile.
“Either tequila makes you very happy or you like something else you see?”
She flutters her eyes and waves a hand at me. “How can I not like what I see?”
Ah, there’s the flirty girl again. I take the spot on the couch next to her, slide the glass onto the sleek stone coffee table that came in the furnished flat. “All yours if you wish.” Of course, I’m talking about the tequila, and my body.
Her expression morphs to disbelief. “My lord. That would put me under the table.”
More like on top of the table if it’s me she’s indulging in.
“Have a sip, then, if you like. We can share it.”
Watching her pick up the cup is like watching some kind of foreplay porn. Those lovely slender fingers wrapping around the glass, her pale pink nails glinting in the light. A shade that matches the lipstick she put on the plane.
She takes a dainty sip. Makes a little face.
A million questions about this delicate creature unfurl in my mind. “Don’t drink much?”
“Sometimes. Mostly wine with dinner.”
“How old are you?”
Now she looks affronted which makes me grin.
“Old enough.”
I chuckle and take the cup from her hand for a sip. Our fingers brush together, hers cool, mine hot with the need to touch her. “I wasn’t saying you were under age.”
“I know, but you make me feel… juvenile or something.”
A swallow of tequila claws its way down my throat. I set the cup back between us. “Honey, nothing about you is juvenile.”
A pink blush creeps up her slender neck, like a vine climbing toward the sky. “The way you look at me makes me… hot. ”
“The way you look at me makes me feel invincible.”
She grins. “I guess we’re even, then.”
This time, her sip is a little bigger and she doesn’t flinch. I take the cup when she sets it down again, tossing back the rest of it. With her little frame, and likely zero experience with tequila, I know that’s plenty.
No need for her to get sauced just because she’s nervous. I’d prefer her to be fully able to decide what she wants and doesn’t want out of the evening.
I reach for a lock of her hair, sift it very slowly between my fingers. “Lovely Kate. The way you kissed me before and the way you act now is sending me all kinds of confusing messages.”
“I was feeling bold.”
I turn those golden silk strands between my fingers, fantasizing about them brushing over my chest. “Are you still feeling bold?”
Letting her eyes skim over me, she says, “I am. But I’m also nervous.”
“What happens when we become coworkers?”
She laughs softly. “I guess we will cross that bridge when it comes.”
I chew on that for a second. “What do you want, Sunshine?”
Her reply is quick. “To forget everything for a while. Just to be in the moment.”
Interesting. So, this is a breaking out of sorts for the pretty Kate. The quiet one goes home with the bad boy for a romp. “What does forgetting everything look like to you?”
She moves toward me then, reaches for the upper button on my shirt. “You, on top of me.”
Bold. I like it. “And?”
Her fingers deftly open my shirt. “Your mouth on me.”
I suck in a quick inhale when those fingers touch my bare chest. My voice drops low. “And?”
“Delirious pleasure.”
The whir of a fan in the other room is the only sound as I watch her study me, drawing her gaze over my pecs, my rows of abs, lower, to the expanding bulge behind my jeans.
“I want to taste your cock,” she whispers as her hand moves down and cups my growing hard-on.
Ohhhkay. That is a yes.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in the scent of expensive perfume and the hint of tequila she has on her now. With more boldness in her touch, she unbuttons my jeans and frees my erection. Her hand wraps around me, testing my size. “God, Kate. That feels so bloody good.”
She strokes with her fingertips and presses her palm against me. Her touch grows more bold as the beast reaches full capacity. “Oh my.”
I grin at her disbelief. “I’m big all over.”
She laughs as she pushes her hair aside. “I love that.”
When she lowers her mouth to me, I almost break out in a song. Holy fucking mind-blower. Kate’s pretty lips wrap around my head. Her tongue licks the veins on my shaft as her fingers cup my balls.
“Damn…” I half growl.
Worry suddenly draws her brows. “Am I doing it wrong? I’ve never done this before”
“Wrong? Hardly.” My voice is rough as hell as I fist her glorious hair. “No, babe, you’re doing it perfectly.”
A little smile curves her lips. Then she strokes and sucks, and licks me until I’m throbbing and hard as a maple tree. This has to stop. Now.
I tuck my knuckle under her jaw, turn her eyes up to me. “I want to fuck you, pretty girl. Are you ready for a man like me?”
That lovely pink blush deepens.
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Fuuuuuuck. She has no idea what that does to me. That innocent but bold attitude of hers. Or maybe she does know what it does to me. “Let’s get this clear. You are saying yes?”
“Yes.”
I grab her around the waist, flip her beneath me in one swift move. She squeals as I cup her ass and drag up against me. The bare flesh of my dick presses against the warm smooth her cashmere sweater.
She shivers when I press my mouth against her ear. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me. I’ll stop.”
“And if I like it?”
I swirl my tongue over the pounding pulse in her neck. “I’ll know.”
A shudder rolls through her entire body.
When I kiss her this time, she goes soft beneath me, molding her body against mine. Having her in my arms, beneath me is like finding a slice of heaven.
I peel her clothes away, piece by piece. Beneath, I find a delicate lace bra and a tiny matching thong. “This is sexy as hell.”
Her cream lace bra is so not slutty it makes my cock throb even hotter.
She watches me as I peel those last two things off and cover myself with an XL condom. When I lower myself between her legs and lick my tongue across her inner thigh, she screams. I can’t hold back my laugh.
Her voice scratchy, she says, “That’s not funny.”
I nip her thigh and nuzzle my face against her perfect, pink pussy. “I didn’t laugh because it was funny.”
She relaxes. “Oh.”
“I laughed because I’m happy as fuck.”
“Oh,” she repeats, sounding a little baffled.
“Scream all you want, my dear.”
“M-kay.” She breathes out sharply as I stroke my tongue between her silky lush folds.
As I devour her, the little moans turn into low, rough, throaty growls. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, her thighs squeeze hard at my shoulders. And when I suck her clit into my mouth, she does scream. Loudly.
She hasn’t even gotten off yet. I can’t wait to see those fireworks. Feeling greedy as fuck, I decide not to get her off. Yet. I want to be eye to eye with her when she does explode.
Panting, pink, and a little dazed looking, she watches me rise above her. She opens her arms for me, presses her thighs wider to accommodate me. She’s small, and I have to remember that at all times.
Angling the head of my dick against her, I prepare for glorious torture. Holding back is going to be the death of me.