He tried to look up into her eyes and not dwell on her perfectly shaped lips, even though those lips were so damn intoxicating. Not able to hold himself back, he leaned in and began nibbling on her mouth, beginning at the corner. Her satisfying sigh aroused him even more.
“You like this?”
“Who wouldn’t?”
Glad to hear that, he seized the day and fully captured her mouth in his.
There was nothing like being with an aroused man, Kennedy thought, reveling in the feeling of having Haddison’s hard erection pressing against her backside. Heat engulfed her as he masterfully and mercilessly kissed her. She’d thought his kisses had been heady before, but now she knew he’d just been getting started. When she was in his arms, she couldn’t think straight. Hell, she couldn’t think at all.
She wanted him to make love to her. And she didn’t care that she’d never moved this fast with any man before or think that they should at least get to know each other more first. Getting to know about his intellectual side could wait. She wanted to know all about Haddison B. Wolf’s physical side. And she wanted to know it now.
She broke off the kiss, drew in a deep breath, and stared into dark, sensual eyes that were filled with an overpowering sexual need that matched her own. “Make love to me, Haddison.”
He stared at her for a minute, and then without bothering to ask if she was sure about what she’d asked for, he stood, still holding her in his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on as he moved, his stroll quick, confident, and determined toward the bedroom.
The room still carried the scent of peaches, and when he placed her on the huge bed, she tried to adjust her dress. “Don’t bother pulling it down, because I’m about to take if off of you.” Undoing her wrap dress seemed to be something he’d anticipated doing all night.
“Aw hell, Kennedy.”
She knew the moment he realized she hadn’t bothered putting on underwear. His reaction to seeing her completely naked was gratifying. The corner of his mouth edged up in a ravenous curve, and she raised up on her knees to expose more of herself. But first, she needed to get a few things straight.
“I’ve never done this before — sleep with a guy this early in our relationship, Haddison.” And she wanted to believe they had a relationship. He hadn’t given her any indication that he thought this was one of those, ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’, kind of affairs.
He looked at her, all over, as much of her as he could see, before saying, “Then, I feel honored. But there is one thing I need to make you aware of, Kennedy.”
She swallowed against a lump in her throat. Is this where he would tell her she’d assumed wrong, that this would be a one-time thing? “And what is that?”
“We won’t be doing much sleeping.”
Kennedy, feeling relieved, opened her mouth to tell him she was counting on it, but abruptly closed it when he began removing his clothes. God, could she want him any more? She honestly didn’t see how.
She refused to blink, for fear she might miss something. He was built like an Adonis from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Her breath caught when he finally stood before her, totally naked, and she could feel the area between her legs start to throb in earnest.
Within seconds, he had joined her on the bed, right there in front of her, on his knees, as well. She reached out and slid her hands up his chest, not at all taken aback by the scars on his body. After all, he’d been a cop and FBI agent. She’d watched enough television to know they often got in serious skirmishes. At least he had survived them to be here with her now. That meant he was good at what he did. And he would be good for Rivers, too. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be there long enough to appreciate his expertise.
“I like touching you,” she said, letting her hands roam all over his skin.
“I’m glad,” he said in a voice that was sexy and rough. “I’m going to love touching you, as well.”
She hoped so. And seconds later, he did, reaching out to touch her breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened beneath his fingers. When he began stroking them in a pattern that quickly had her writhing, desperate for more, she moaned. She hadn’t thought she could climax from just breast stimulation, but with Haddison, it seemed anything was possible.
And then, when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, she lost it, screaming as sensations rushed through her in one hell of an orgasm. That had never happened to her before. Would he think she was a woman who could come easily? Without much effort? If he only knew.
Pulling her into his arms, he stroked her back as the sensations slowly subsided. And then he began kissing her with a passion that aroused her all over again. Suddenly, he broke off the kiss to reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom packet. With the expertise of someone who knew what he was doing, he sheathed himself.
He then swung his gaze back to her and smiled. She smiled back. She was going to have sex with this gorgeous hunk of a man. Wild, uninhibited, unrestrained, and passionate sex.
Then, when he lowered her to the mattress, she couldn’t think anymore. And when he straddled her body and she gazed up into his eyes, she felt a stirring somewhere else, somewhere closer to her heart. Could she be falling for him? Was that why she was so willing to give everything to him?
“Look at me, Kennedy.”
When she did, her breath caught. It seemed the eyes staring into hers were “his.” The bank robber who’d died.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly. That was the something she couldn’t ever tell him, because really, what would she say? You remind me of that bank robber — the one I kissed.
“You sure that you’re okay?” he asked her, looking deep into her eyes with a concerned expression.
“Positive.”
She could tell by the smile that touched his lips that he was satisfied with her response. “In that case…”
He then leaned down and captured her mouth, overwhelming her with his desire. When she thought this kiss would make her climax for the second time, he stopped, then held her gaze as he slid inside of her.
Haddison’s self-control had taken a direct hit. And the exact moment his body connected with Kennedy’s, he didn’t give a royal damn about trying to find it. The only thing he could think of was getting as deep inside of her as he could — one body, one heart.
And when he felt her inner muscles clamp down on him, as if squeezing out his essence, he threw his head back and growled out pleasure. The feeling was so intense, it was as if an earthquake had struck, and he couldn’t find his balance anywhere.
He began moving, drawing her scent into his nostrils. The aroma propelled him to pump into her hard, then harder. Never had he wanted to climax with a woman so much. To feel her shiver from the pleasure he’d given her.
Haddison was aware that she’d come earlier when he’d been kissing her breasts. Now he wanted her to experience a real orgasm — one that would hit her so hard, his name would be the only one off her lips for a long time.
Forever.
That thought should have made him miss a beat, knocking him off the rhythm their bodies had established. But instead, the thought of forever with her, drove him to pump into her harder, faster, deeper. Then he felt her body beginning to vibrate, and rocked his hips against hers non-stop. Suddenly, the same exhilarating climax that snatched her within its tentacles, took him, as well.