With her eyes on his dick, she murmured, “What if I want you under me?”
Was that nervousness, or just pure challenge? Was she saying it’d be easier for her in the dominant position?
He couldn’t tell, so he said, “Whatever you want is fine by me.” More serious now, he gathered her close for a devastating kiss. Yes, this. Skin to skin, heat combining... It couldn’t be more perfect.
By silent agreement, they moved to the bed, both of them touching, stroking, exploring. Reyes drew her right nipple into his mouth, flicking with his tongue, then leisurely sucking, and she went a little wild. Her fingertips bit into his shoulders and her hips rose in a frantic rhythm against his.
Nice. He could have spent hours just doing this, but she wasn’t patient enough for that. Her legs were shifting, her feet sliding over the sheets restlessly. Relieved that she wasn’t having any bad memories, at least not so far, he lowered a hand to her sex.
That got her still real quick, mostly in bated anticipation. Smiling against her nipple, he stroked over her, parted her and teased her soft, damp lips with one finger.
Her body arched in response.
Her hand covered his and she pressed, urging him to move more quickly than he’d planned.
She was already wet enough that his finger pressed deep, even as her muscles squeezed around him.
Watching her, turned on even more by her need, he murmured, “It’s like that, huh?”
“Shut up, Reyes,” she groaned, already sounding near release.
Her long abstinence had left her incredibly tight, and apparently hungry. Taking her mouth again, he kissed her with every bit of finesse he possessed while rocking his palm against her mound in coordination with his thrusting finger. He was hard enough to be lethal, but he wanted to experience her pleasure first, to know he’d accomplished that much before he let himself go. He wasn’t a bastard—her release mattered a lot to him—and so he concentrated on her, on each small reaction, the catch of her breath and every vibrating moan.
The problem was that as she got closer to the edge, so did he. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, he brought his thumb up to her clitoris, and that almost did it for her. She gave a harsh groan and clenched around him, her heels digging into the mattress.
Beautiful. Urging her on with whispered words, he found a rhythm that pushed her ever closer. He added a second finger, stretching her carefully, spreading her slick moisture, then pressing his fingers as deeply as he could while continuing to tease her clit with the rough pad of his thumb.
She grew tighter and tighter, more restless, her breaths fast and shallow. He loved it, every freaking second of it. After a few minutes more, she came with a low, intense groan that absolutely did him in.
The second Kennedy went limp, he literally lurched over to grab a condom, rolled it on in haste, and parted her legs to settle over her.
“Yes?” he asked, needing her confirmation, needing to know she was still with him.
“Yes,” she whispered, getting her eyes open and giving him a dreamy smile. “Definitely—”
He pressed into her in one long, smooth thrust.
“Yes.” Gripping his shoulders, Kennedy caught her breath.
Yeah, maybe he should have gone a little slower. He was larger than a lot of guys, something other women had enjoyed. But this was Kennedy, and other women didn’t matter anymore. It was what she felt, how she responded, that mattered to him.
“You okay?” She held him in a snug, wet vise, making speech near impossible. “Tell me you’re okay, babe.”
“Fine,” she breathed, tightening around him even more, followed by a shifting of her hips.
“Ah, hell.” Balanced on his forearms, he tipped his head back and drove into her with urgent need. Worry hovered around the periphery of his consciousness, because no matter the naturalness of her response, she had a dark past that could dredge up memories at any second.
But lust, tinged with something softer, stronger, drove him on despite that. As long as she didn’t call a halt, he had to have her.
It helped that she moaned, that she hitched her legs around his hips and lifted into his every heavy thrust.
When he felt her tightening yet again, he wanted to shout with pure male satisfaction. Stiffening, her head back and her body arching, she cried out with another, stronger release.
That was it. Reyes couldn’t wait a second more, so he let himself go.
Gone. Lost.
Probably a little in love.
And even that revelation didn’t unsettle him. As he sank down against her, utterly replete, his world seemed at peace.
All because he had Kennedy in it.
* * *
ONCE DURING THE NIGHT, Reyes awoke to find her propped on an elbow, staring down at him.
“Hey,” he said, still half asleep. “You okay?”
“Perfectly fine.” She drifted a hand over his chest.
“Then why are you awake?”
“We forgot to turn out the light. The rain woke me and I remembered you were right here, that I could look my fill, and sleep didn’t seem as interesting.”
He lifted his head from the pillow and glanced at the window to see steady trickles of rain tracking over the panes. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know.” She leaned down to kiss him. “Go back to sleep.”
The lecherous look on her face amused him. “So you can ogle me?”
“Sure.”
He grinned. “I have a better idea.” Pulling her up and over him, he kissed her and wanted to go on kissing her. “We’ll sleep after, okay?”
Instead of answering, she took his mouth again.
Yeah, he could get used to this, all right.
* * *
THE NEXT TIME Reyes woke, it was to see Kennedy’s naked rump sneaking from the bed. Damn, but that was an eye-opener for sure. Tiptoeing, she slipped into his bathroom. Seconds later he heard the toilet flush, then the water running, and he glanced at the clock. Seven o’clock.
With a family meeting on the agenda, it was time to rise and shine. Indulging an elaborate stretch, he came fully awake.
A deep contentment had invaded his bones. Hell, he was smiling. Who woke with a smile?
Obviously, any guy lucky enough to have phenomenal sex with Kennedy.
Creeping over to the door, he peeked in and saw her cleaning her teeth with a toothpaste-covered finger.
Still naked.
Lord love the girl, she looked fine at his sink.
“You’re welcome to use my toothbrush.”