5 #3
“Feel good?” The silky material of her bra added a little extra slip and slide to the movement of his thumb over her nipple. He kissed the side of her throat, nuzzled against her, and breathed in her stirring scent.
“Are we going to have sex?” A drowsy sort of arousal sounded in her tone.
It ramped up his already-racing heartbeat. “Yes.” Absolutely. He whispered against her skin: “Right here, Glory. Right now.”
Three labored breaths later, and she reached beneath her shirt to open the front closure of her bra. “Good.”
That did it. Kam went on autopilot, lifting the shirt higher so he could see her. He’d seen breasts before—plenty of them.
But this was Glory and seeing her left him scorched with need.
She held the shirt up with one hand, letting him look his fill, and with the other, she unsnapped her jeans. Then her slender
fingers teased down the zipper, exposing the pale flesh of her lower stomach.
He wanted to say something witty. Keep going. Or nice show. Anything clever that would prove she didn’t have him off balance, but nothing came to mind except having her. Tasting her.
Licking her.
Branding her as his own.
Not Mike’s. Not any other man’s.
His and his alone.
Even while reminding himself that he wasn’t the possessive type, he had to get his mouth on her. Mindful of her delicate skin,
he kissed down her throat to her chest. Shoving the shirt higher, he drew in one nipple.
Her fingers clenched in his hair, and she pressed closer on a soft moan.
Yeah, she liked that. Using both hands, he shoved down her jeans. They were tight, and it wasn’t easy, but he had enough determination to get it done in record time. Her small throaty laugh proved that she enjoyed his urgency.
He didn’t care. When his fingers moved over her, then in her, he found proof that her need matched his own.
If Glory hadn’t been every bit as frantic as him, maybe he could have slowed down. Maybe.
But it was the snap of his jeans she attacked now, so as long as she was with him, he wouldn’t slow down. Couldn’t slow down—God.
Especially not when her warm fingers squeezed around his cock. Laboring for breath, they both paused.
“Now,” Glory said, hurriedly shoving her pants lower. “Right now.”
“Yeah.” The guttural agreement gave him away—and he didn’t care. Once she’d kicked out of her jeans and panties, he caught
her ass with both hands, lifted her against him and pinned her to the wall. Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around
him. “Hold on to me.”
Her arms tightened around his neck. In a haze of lust, he reached down, guided himself to her, and pressed home.
At almost the same time, he felt her sharp little teeth on his shoulder and heard her reverberating moan.
So good. So fucking good he couldn’t see straight. They moved together, a little wild, a little rough. Hot kisses, harsh sounds,
building pleasure, tighter and tighter . . .
“Kam.” Putting her head back, she clamped down on him, coming hard.
For once, her expression was raw and real. More beautiful than ever. He got lost watching her, experiencing her, catching
every shift of pleasurable expression until she shakily released a breath.
The second she relaxed, he let himself go.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
A minute later, slumped against Glory, their boneless bodies more or less propped against the wall, he heard a snicker.
It made him smile. “Careful,” he warned. “It’s only by sheer force of will that I’m supporting us both.”
“You could let me go.”
Never. That’s what he wanted to say. It’d be far too serious for their first time, though. “You mean to tell me you’ve recovered
when I haven’t?”
He felt her teeth again, this time in a gentle love bite followed by a soft lick, then the press of a kiss. “You did all the
work.”
“So what you’re saying is that I’m a stud?”
Another snicker, another kiss, then a more serious, “Kam, let me down. We’re . . . messy.”
That made him smile, too. “I like being messy with you.” That could become his new favorite euphemism for scorching hot spontaneous
sex. “Okay, easy now.” One at a time, he let her slender legs slide down until she stood on her own feet, shakily, but she
stayed upright. Good thing, because he had to use a hand flattened to the wall to help support his own legs.
Glory was one massive surprise after another. Sex as soon as they walked in the door? Nope, that hadn’t been on his bingo
card. He’d damn sure be putting it there from now on, though.
Unable to resist, he nuzzled her neck. “You smell good.”
“So do you.” Sticking close to him, Glory tugged her shirt over her breasts—and then kept on tugging until she had it stretched
down enough to cover most of her backside.
Suddenly shy? “Glory.” Reinvigorated by her modesty, Kam bent his knees to see her face, but she turned away. “Hey, what’s
up?”
“Nothing. That is . . . I need to, um . . .” Darting around the fallen groceries and stripped-off clothes, she padded quickly down the hall and into her bedroom. The door closed, and then he heard the click of the lock.
Well, hell. She’d literally just run from him. Bare-assed, except for a shirt not meant to cover those curves.
Was she now appalled that they’d gotten it on in the hall, up against a wall, while she’d still worn her shirt and opened
bra, and he hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing?
Disgusted, he looked down at himself, at his jeans barely shoved below his hips. Her jeans and a silky little pair of panties
were in a twisted pile on the floor.
What a debacle—and it was rightfully her fault. Around her, he wasn’t himself anymore. For him, sex was playful and uncommitted.
Indulging lust in a fun way, making sure the woman enjoyed herself, teasing her afterward with overblown compliments—that’s
how he rolled.
He did not forget where he was, who he was, while losing himself in the hottest pleasure he’d ever known.
Guilt settled onto his shoulders and made his temples ache. What to do?
He supposed tucking himself away was the first order of business. Stomping into the kitchen, he washed up and dried using
paper towels.
A first for him, but then, he’d lived with Tanner and Addie and no way would he have been caught having sex in the foyer.
Now . . . Well, he wouldn’t mind trying out a few other places with Glory. Like the couches in her living area, or that nice-sized
dining room table.
Even better: that big deep bathtub she had . . .
Knowing he had to get his mind on other things, he put away the groceries.
When he was finished, Glory still hadn’t emerged, so he snagged up her undies and jeans, strode down the hall with a purpose and, using one knuckle, tapped at her door. Very aware of the silkiness of that tiny pair of panties, he waited. And waited some more.
Okay, now he was feeling insulted. “Glory, open up.”
Seconds later, the doorknob turned and the door crept open. Standing there in a different pair of jeans, her hair tucked behind
each ear, her makeup a little messy, she looked like sex personified.
Every male instinct he possessed sat up and took notice. “Hey.”
She blinked fast.
For lack of anything else to say, he thrust her discarded garments toward her. “Here.”
Eyes widening, she snatched them from his hand and held them behind her back.
Humor slipped in. Done resisting her, he ran the back of one finger over her warmed cheek, actually feeling the heat of her
blush. “Come here.” He scooped her close, his arms loosely draped around her. “Don’t be embarrassed, okay?”
Awkwardly, she tossed the jeans and panties aside, then melted against him, her forehead to his sternum. “I’ve never done
anything like that before.”
Then they were even, because he’d never been so charmed by a woman. Out of control, spontaneous sex, followed by this sweet
uncertainty—it was a combo guaranteed to melt his cynical heart.
Without thought, Kam kissed her temple, then her ear. “Will it help if I admit that it wasn’t exactly routine for me?”
Her quiet sound of disbelief had him smiling. “I’m flattered you think I’m such a sexual dynamo I can cause women to drop
their groceries—” and their pants “—in unconventional places. I mean, we barely had the front door closed. Can you imagine how Old Lady Simmons would’ve acted
if she’d seen us?”
This time her snort was louder. “Listen to you, embellishing everything.”
Glad that she’d loosened up a little, he held her tighter and said quietly, with great sincerity, “That was a fantasy come
to life. Hottest moment of my life. I have no regrets, Glory. I don’t want you to have any, either.”
“I don’t. It’s just . . .” She tipped back to see him. “I shocked myself.”
Kam had to kiss her, but he kept it light, just brushing his mouth over hers. “There’s something going on between us.”
She nodded, but asked, “Like what?”
So many things he couldn’t put into words, which was okay because telling her the depth of his own emotions would sidetrack
them. Besides, he wasn’t sure he could adequately describe the turbulent mix of feelings she caused.
Settling on the simplest explanation, he said, “I want you. Again.”
“Now?” she whispered, a little appalled by the idea.
Yeah, now would be good, but he didn’t want to spook her. “When you’re ready. What do you think?”
Cuddling close again, she hid her face. “I want you, too. But not right now.”
Damn. Talk about stirring the embers. His heart started popping hard and fast against his ribs. “Let me stay.”
“For sex?”