Chapter 12
TWELVE
Kay heard the phone on the nightstand ringing.
It was a hell of a way to wake up, but at least it did get her up. It was one of the musts when she was traveling. Away from her own bed she had the devil of a time getting up. Her usual alarm on her phone wasn’t enough to shake her out of slumber and yes, she’d missed a flight once.
And that once was enough to make her use the hotel’s wake-up call service to get her up on time. Crawling to the edge of the bed she picked up the handset and set it against her cheek. “’lo?”
“Good morning, Doctor Hata. This is your requested wake up call.”
“Thanks. I’m up.”
“All right, Doctor Hata. You have a wonderful day.”
“Thanks.” She set the handset back into its cradle and groaned. “I don’t want to get up.”
A warm wall curled up behind her and an arm wrapped around her middle.
Kay tensed for a second as her mind struggled to put the pieces together.
She looked down and saw the tanned and amazingly muscled forearm tucked against her middle.
Gibson Braun.
“I thought I was dreaming.”
She felt his laughter before she heard it. Even better than his laugh, she felt him place a kiss on her shoulder.
“No,” his words were soft and warm against her skin, “better than a dream, Kay. I got to hold you in my arms.”
She relaxed against him. “You did more than hold me, if I remember correctly.”
He groaned and placed an open-mouthed kiss against the side of her neck, and he drew up his knees behind hers, fitting them together.
“Oh, I remember correctly, Kay.”
She felt his hips move and suddenly the hard length of his erection pressed against the curve of her lower back.
A corresponding ache between her legs made her smile and groan deep in her chest.
It was his thick cock that gave her the ache, but even as she felt the discomfort, she wondered-
“What’s going on in your head, beautiful?”
"A couple of things." She yawned. "First, I hate that I have to get back to Center City this afternoon. Otherwise I'd invite you to stay with me."
He cuddled her closer. "I have to get back today, too."
"Hmm? Yeah?" She relaxed against him a little, enjoying the drugging heat of his body. "When is your flight?"
He hummed against the back of her neck. "My flight's at three."
Her forehead scrunched a little. "Three ten?"
"Yeah. Are we on the same flight? Alta Airlines?"
"Yes, same. So we have a little time left." She smiled and stretched, feeling him swell against her, his length tucked into the seam between her cheeks. “The other thing? I was thinking about you. About me. And that old adage about how to get over a hangover.”
Kay laughed out loud as he gave her shoulder a nudge that put her on her back.
Gibson looked over her, a stern look on his face. “What’s this about a hangover?”
He looked more worried than anything else and Kay couldn’t help but think of how much he really did seem to care.
“They say that if you get drunk on a particular liquor, to avoid getting a headache from that same alcohol, you drink a little more of it.”
“More?”
She shrugged and gave him a smug look. “Just a little more.”
“Like this?”
She had little warning before she felt his hand slip between her legs and his fingers slip through her folds. Suddenly her building arousal flared to life and her thighs clenched around his wrist anchoring him into place.
He didn’t push his fingers inside of her. No, he stroked his fingers through her heat, and she wanted to have more of that.
More of him.
But that wasn’t where she’d intended to go with her teasing.
It would be only too easy to give into his talented fingers and the determined look on his face wasn’t just a temptation, she took it as a challenge.
A challenge that Kay Hata knew that she could rise to.
And rise she did.
Opening her thighs, she had to move quickly to escape Gibson’s talented fingers, but she got the upper hand when she rolled him over onto his back.
His eyes widened along with his smile when she mirrored him from just a few hours before and knelt down between his legs.
Placing her hands on him, she paused for a moment to smooth her hands over his thighs, marveling at the texture of his muscles under his tanned flesh.
The slight scratch of his hair against her palms. It was a simple touch, but somehow it felt more intimate to her than any other time she’d ever been with another man.
Up close and personal and yet, it was more than just the physicality that she reveled in.
It was the look on his face.
The speed of his breath.
The rise and fall of his amazing chest.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
Gibson seemed shocked that he’d spoken the words, but instead of shrinking away from the compliment, Kay basked in it.
She met his eyes unabashedly with her own.
While he stared at her, hungrily, she reached for and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and rose onto her knees.
Bracing her free hand on his muscular thigh, she leaned over and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the milky bead of precum with a smile.
As they watched each other, she leaned over and wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, tracing her tongue along under the glans.
He swallowed a breath of air, and she felt his thigh tense under her palm.
It was an unusual feeling for her, or rather feelings.
The attraction.
The rush.
And yes, the power that came when this giant of a man was so eager to let her take control.
Literally take him in her hand.
She leaned forward even more and took more of him into her mouth.
It wasn’t easy.
He wasn’t small.
But she was a determined woman.
And one who wanted to please him.
The scratch of her tongue against his shaft almost made his eyes roll back. The suction he felt as she pulled back made a shiver roll down through his spine and started a fission of sensations through his balls.
“Fuck!”
She smiled and for a second, he felt her teeth against his skin, lightly scoring against his flesh.
Kay mumbled something against him, her tongue flattened against his cock. It sounded almost like ‘Sorry.’
Then they laughed and Kay’s shoulders shook as she let him free from her mouth.
“Are you trying to scar me for life?”
He saw her frown and watched as she held him gently in her hand as her eyes moved over every inch of his flesh.
“I’m starting to feel like this is an examination, Kay. You don’t have to look that intently at it. I’m not bleeding. That much I can tell you.”
"I'm nothing if not thorough in exams, Mister Braun."
He held his breath as she took him back into her mouth and ground his teeth together. Her tongue and the suction of her mouth took his breath right out of his lungs as she leaned forward to take more of him into her mouth, his eyes widened as he felt the soft brush of skin against his leg.
He lifted his head and groaned when he felt the same sensation again. As she rocked forward, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, he saw her breast brush against his skin, and he felt like he'd touched a live wire.
Holy shit.
He'd dreamed of loving Kay in bed, but having her mouth on him?
Having her tongue caressing him? Her hands?
He was fairly sure that his heart rate was beyond anything he'd experienced before, his blood coursing through his veins like a wildfire moving through brittle grasses after a long dry summer.
Being a firefighter and as fit as he kept himself, there was never really a lack of female interest. At bars and community events if he had anything on with CCFD or their logo, the fire fighter's cross, women gravitated toward him and made it clear that they were willing for something as simple as a fling, but he'd never been interested.
Easy wasn't what he was looking for.
He wanted to be with someone special.
Someone he cared about.
And the woman crouched over him, devouring him with looks and her rather talented mouth was more than special, he was crazy for her.
She shifted and hollowed out her cheeks adding the perfect amount of pressure and he lost any hope of holding back until he got inside of her.
He felt something inside of him blow open and shatter and he couldn't believe that he was there with her. Couldn't believe that she didn't let go.
She didn't pull away and let him come all over his stomach instead of in her mouth.
Gibson had never been so humbled or shaken before.
Kay's phone on the bedside table rang and she slowly pulled off of him as his tremors subsided.
He made himself speak even though he wasn't sure that his words were going to be intelligible.
"Kay?"
She sat up and leaned heavily on his thigh. "Hmm?"
"Baby, that's your phone."
Her eyebrows lifted at the word baby, and then her lips pouted at the mention of her phone which had started to ring again. She shook her head. "That's my home line that I forward through to my cell. They can leave a message."
Gibson wondered if the look on his face was mirrored in hers. He was more than happy that she was letting the call go to messaging, he wasn't ready to share her yet.
They only had an hour or two at the most before they'd need to head to the airport, and he wanted to make the most of their private time together.
He leaned up on an elbow and crooked a finger on the opposite hand at her. "Come here, gorgeous."
She blushed and he couldn't believe his luck, having spent the night and now, the morning hours with someone like her.
No, not someone 'like' her.
Only her.
The call had ended after the third ring and Kay nodded. "Voicemail," she grinned, "one of my favorite tech inventions of all time."
He grinned. "Me, too."
A knock at the door affected them both. His teeth ground together at the back of his mouth and her shoulders sagged.
"I wonder who that is," Kay sighed.
Gibson shrugged. "Wrong room, I hope."
"Me-"
Another knock at the door and Gibson tensed up wanting to get rid of them so they could have a few more minutes of quiet.