Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
I capture her lower lip between mine. The sensual softness of her mouth and the way she leans closer sends a wave of delicious heat humming under my skin.
Our lips meet again, hungrier this time.
I tug just a little before flicking my tongue past hers.
She places her hand on my thigh, the warmth from her touch spreading through the fabric of my pants, and kisses me back.
Her playful little tongue is sexy as hell.
I chase it, lost to the indulgent sweetness that is kissing this woman in the middle of her kitchen, a spontaneous moment that feels right, and genuine.
I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, or even why she didn’t throw me out on my ass for my mixed signals, but when she dropped that hint about wanting to have fun, I couldn’t stop myself. Because I could use a little fun too.
Though I’m attracted to her for more than just whatever fun we might make together.
But that feels like a conversation for another day, because Keo rocks a little closer to me, her fingers sliding toward the inside of my thigh, and there is suddenly a lot of heat flooding south.
Our kisses deepen, both of us breathing a little faster.
I stroke past her cheek and down her neck, my thumb feathering over her pulse point.
She caresses my thigh while I trace her jawline with kisses.
It’s getting a little awkward to explore with the way we’re sitting, but maybe that’s a good thing?
Because that desire that’s been simmering in the background is boiling over, making it hard to think rationally.
I should try to, but the more we kiss and touch, the less I care.
She sucks in a quiet gasp when I brush my lips over the slope of skin beneath her ear, so I keep kissing and sucking, memorizing her addicting honey-spicy scent and the warmth of her skin against my lips.
I cup the back of her neck, my fingers tucked beneath her silky hair and my thumb tracing down, to the crook of her shoulder.
Her skin is so warm here, making me want to kiss her everywhere, map more of her curves with my mouth.
I stroke down her spine, dipping into the back of her shirt. Her fingers tighten around my thigh.
I plant soft kisses down her neck and suck on the tender patch of skin over her collarbone.
She tilts her head and combs slowly through my hair, the glide of her nails on my scalp sending a wave of heat down my spine.
I trace the top of her shoulder with slow kisses, easing the fabric of her shirt open as I go, exposing the white lacy strap of her bra and the swell of her breast. An impatience for more and right fucking now gets me to my feet and gently lifting her by the backs of her thighs.
She gives a startled gasp as I stand, taking her with me. “Goodness, don’t hurt yourself.”
I laugh. “Are you doubting my abilities?”
She cradles my face and kisses me, her eyes fluttering closed. “Only if you promise to prove me wrong.”
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, but the options are flashing through my mind. Countertop, couch, dining room table, floor…
“How would you like me to do that, sunshine?” I lick up her neck and suck the edge of her earlobe between my lips. Her thighs squeeze my waist a little tighter, and though there are several layers of fabric separating us, there’s no denying her desire.
“There’s a guest bedroom down the hall.” She smiles. It’s a little shy but her eyes are bright with that playful gleam.
I cup her sensational ass and start walking. Holding her like this—close to me, safe—feels like the best promise she could offer me in this moment. “Oh yeah? What’s in the guest bedroom?”
She gives a surprised laugh then cocks her head, one eyebrow arched. “Hopefully both of us naked.”
Damn. To think I could be missing out on this because I was too caught up in my own head.
Inside the room, I carry her to the bed. “Is that why you invited me over? To get me naked?”
I’m vaguely aware of the details in here—the big window and glass door that leads to a patio, the bed’s log frame and matching bedside tables—but they pale in comparison to how beautiful she looks as I set her on her feet, her eyes soft with yearning and her chest rising and falling with her quickening breaths.
“It’s not the only reason.” She leans in to kiss me while tugging my shirt tails free. I break from her kiss to unbutton the top then yank it up and over my head.
“Is that why you agreed?” she asks. “To get me naked?”
I laugh, but then I take her face in my hands and gaze down at her. “I came to spend time with you.” And to put the Sofie and Kirilee thing out in the open. “Getting you naked is just a really nice bonus.”
We kiss again while she caresses up my chest, her touch sending little sparks dancing over my skin.
She groans into my mouth. “You feel good.”
I tug her shirt loose and pop each of the pearl snaps, then slide it off her shoulders. The white lace against her pale skin is going to be my undoing.
“This is pretty.” I caress her over the fabric, and she leans in, arching her back with a soft exhale, her eyes fluttering closed.
“It’s been…” She exhales again as I stroke her hardening nipples. “A long time since anyone’s touched me.”
Even though I got the sense her marriage was strained for an extended period of time, this still surprises me. And heightens my desire at the same time. “Because you’ve been too busy making sure everyone else is taken care of?” I pluck both nipples.
“It’s what I do,” she breathes.
“Then let me take care of you.” I pop the button on her jeans.
“You have no idea how good that sounds.”
I slide her jeans past her hips, my palms brushing the sides of her smooth satin panties. I’m dying to show my full appreciation of them, but force myself to wait.
“But I…” She reaches for my belt. “I get to play too.”
“I like that plan.” I kiss past her collarbone while sliding her jeans lower. “Anything else you need me to know?”
“Like my safe word?” she asks with a giggle.
I laugh before grazing her nipple with my teeth, relishing her sharp inhale of pleasure. “You think I’m going to bring out the whips and chains our first time?” I tease while she weaves her fingers through my hair. “Give me some credit.”
“You have chains?”
“No, but I could get some.”
She folds over me, laughing, and I use her momentum to lift her by her waist and toss her gently to the middle of the bed. Her eyes widen in surprise, but I tug her jeans off her socked feet and drop them to the floor.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. The lacy bra matches the white satin panties with a lacy hem. I memorize the flush working up her neck and the way she licks her lips as I finish with my belt and slide off my pants.
“I’m glad it’s not dark,” she says as I climb onto the bed. “Watching you do that was sexy as hell.”
She thinks I’m sexy? “Wait until I peel off my socks.” I climb between her knees and stroke up both of her thighs, over the lacy satin, then bend to kiss her navel, savoring the heady scent of her arousal. “You won’t be able to stand it.”
She laughs, her pale brown eyes so pretty, so vibrant. “Such a tease.”
I glide my thumb down and stroke her over the satin. She sucks in a breath, flexing her thighs together as desire plays across her face. I want to touch her and taste her and take my time, but the playful energy zipping between us is quickly turning into something urgent.
I kiss up her body, savoring the softness of her skin and the way she’s arching to me. She combs through my hair, her nails on my scalp sending a sensual rush of pleasure down my spine.
I settle next to her on my side, our bodies close, and capture her mouth again while caressing up her back to the clasp of her bra. “Okay if this comes off?” She did say she wants us both naked, right? I didn’t dream that part?
She hums against my lips, her little tongue flicking against mine.
I flip the clasp open, then tug the straps down.
Our kisses turn heated as I stroke and caress both of her breasts. Touching her and making her feel good is a reward all its own. I’m torn between wanting to make it last, and the urgency to satisfy the ache exploding inside me.
I know there are more things I should ask her. More pieces of ourselves we should share. But I’ve wanted to kiss her since that night we met, and getting to know her these past few weeks has only amplified my desire.
“It’s been a long time for me too,” I say in a rush.
Kindness warms her eyes as she smiles up at me. “Should we slow down?”
I nip at her earlobe. “Did that come off like a deterrent? Let me try again. I really, really want to make you come. Preferably on my cock but I’ll defer to whatever means are necessary.”
She releases a groan. “Lucky me.”
I kiss along her jawline to the delicate slope of skin behind her ear. “I won’t need luck.”
She rubs down my throbbing erection, making me hiss a breath into her hair. She smells so good. Her perfume is different today. Spicier. I want it on my skin, so it stays with me for the rest of the day.
I dip into her panties, brushing past her soft curls to where she’s plush and wet.
She whimpers, squirming a little. I kiss her, our tongues swirling and sensual, while I caress up and down. If I had any lasting doubts about where we were headed, they’ve just been vaporized by how needy her pussy feels against my fingers.
“I think I have a condom.” I try to remember how long it’s been in my wallet. Shit. Two years? Longer?
“I have an IUD.” She slides my briefs down, and I kick them to the floor. Then I slide her panties off and roll her gently on top of me. The instant warmth and jolt of electricity from the contact of our bodies makes me sigh in delight.
I caress down her back and cup her backside, where she’s so incredibly soft. “I want you on top so I can touch you.” Desire has turned my tone rough, but she rocks her hips against me.
We share a lusty kiss, her tongue teasing and playful. The brush of her tight nipples on my chest coupled with her sensual mouth on mine sends a tremor down both my thighs. I need to be inside her.
I urge her hips up and fist my cock so I’m notched at her entrance. She whimpers into my mouth and lowers, her body so tight around me. I cradle her hips and guide her down. The pleasure and need explode low in my belly as she slowly takes me.
“Rowdy,” she breathes on an almost silent exhale, her face tensing with pleasure. “God that feels good.”
I caress up and down her back, trying to contain the wave of desire already cresting inside me. Maybe I should have insisted on the condom, because being bare inside her is obliterating my self-control.
“You feel incredible,” I manage as we start to move. I cradle both breasts and lavish each with soft flicks from my tongue. Her body squeezes me tighter. I focus on touching her and letting my mouth wander from her breasts to her neck and suck her earlobe between my teeth.
Her hips rock with more urgency, her breaths hitching.
It’s fucking addicting. Making her feel this good lights up a part of me I’ve all but abandoned. I’ve missed being the source of someone’s pleasure, missed sharing a connection like this. Why have I let myself go without it for so long?
I tune into her needy sighs and the pleasure playing across her face. We kiss again, but break away, breathless. She grips my shoulders and arches back, revealing the rosy flush working up her neck and cheeks.
“Yes, oh,” she pants. “I’m coming…” Her lips part and her eyes flutter shut as she comes undone for me.
It’s fucking beautiful. “That’s it,” I grit out. “Let everything go, sweetheart.”
Her soft cries kick off a storm of need inside me. I meet each drive of her hips with a firm thrust until her body quivers with aftershocks and her breaths lengthen.
“Oh my god,” she breathes, going limp against me. With a kiss to the crook of her shoulder, I flip us over. Her gorgeous eyes shine with desire, her curly hair fanned out on the white pillow.
“Need a break?” I ask with a slow, firm thrust that makes her perfect tits bounce.
“Do you?” She arches an eyebrow.
Her sass ignites a lusty, carnal craving inside me.
I thrust again, harder. She scratches down my back with those nails and wraps her thighs around my waist, and I can’t hold back any longer.
My release is faster than I want and over too soon, but it only reinforces the growing conviction that I want more from this woman.
Even though it clashes with my conviction that I can’t have more. Because wanting something for myself risks getting my heart ripped to shreds when it’s taken away.