“Hell no.” The words left his lips so forcefully she couldn’t doubt them.
“Then why did you pull away?”
He moved around her in a half circle that left him standing with his back to her house.
Kayla swiveled as he did, holding her breath while she stared up at him and awaited his response.
When it came, it was not the one she expected.
Sliding an arm around her waist, he drew her up against him so quickly she gasped. His head dipped. His lips claimed hers with enough hunger to curl her toes. He fisted his other hand in her hair, tilting her head to gain better access.
Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his strong neck and kissed him back for all she was worth, tongues stroking and touching and stoking the fire until she had to draw back and suck in a quick breath of air just to keep from combusting.
Releasing her hair, he stared down at her and motioned to his face. “This is why.” His eyes glowed with vibrant amber light. “Now that I’ve tasted you and touched you, I want you so much that even the slightest brush of your hand makes me want to strip you bare and lick you all over.”
“Oh shit.”
“Exactly. If I’m sitting at the table or standing behind the counter cooking dinner, I can hide the fact that my cock is hard and aching for you. But this…” Again he motioned to his eyes with unconcealed frustration. “This I can’t hide. And I couldn’t risk Becca seeing it.”
“Oh.”
“Nor could I say as much in front of her. I’m sorry. I wasn’t rejecting you when I pulled away. I was just trying to keep my eyes from glowing.”
“Okay. Thank you for telling me.”
He brushed her hair back from her face, tenderness softening some of the hardness lust had driven into his features. “I would never intentionally hurt you, Kayla. I need you to believe that.”
“I do.” Keeping her casted arm around his neck, she slipped her other hand down over his shoulder and his collarbone to one of the pecs outlined by his black T-shirt. “So… my touch makes you hard?” She drew her thumb across his pebbled nipple.
His hold on her tightened. “Yes.”
Smiling, Kayla continued her exploration, smoothing her hand down his washboard abs, over the waistband of his cargo pants to the large bulge beneath. She cupped his long length, stroking him through his pants. “You are definitely hard.”
His breath whooshed out as he crowded closer.
He was big, too. And sooooo damned tempting.
“Becca is asleep,” she murmured.
“But she’ll be awake in a couple hours, right?”
“Yes.” Her breath shortened as she imagined the hard length she cupped plunging inside her and all of Nick’s beautiful muscles flexing as he pounded into her.
He shook his head. “I don’t want our first time together to be too quick.”
She stilled. Her eyes widened. Two hours was quick? He’d made her come in a matter of seconds the night of her accident. Her husband hadn’t actually cared that much about her having orgasms the last few years of their marriage. So sex with him hadn’t lasted more than a few minutes. Even in their early years together, he’d never lasted more than fifteen or twenty minutes if you counted foreplay. “Two hours is quick for you?”
He dipped his head, pressed his lips to the sensitive skin beneath her ear, and whispered, “Immortals don’t need recovery time. We can go again immediately.” His teeth delivered a little love bite to her earlobe. His voice deepened to almost a growl. “And I know I’ll want to go again and again with you.”
Her body went liquid. She could not remember ever wanting a man so desperately. “So if I unzipped your pants right now, dropped to my knees, and took you in my mouth…”
He groaned. “As soon as I came, I would strip those yoga pants off you and take you against the fence.”
Kayla really wished she could follow through on that, wished she could forget that Becca was upstairs and they were surrounded by two-story houses with windows.
“But,” Nick added, meeting her gaze with those iridescent amber eyes as he gently drew her hand away from his cock and placed it on his chest above his thudding heart, “the next time I come, I want to be balls deep inside you.”
“Wow,” she whispered, fisting her hand in his shirt. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”
His gaze turned watchful. “Too blunt?”
“No. I like it.” She really did. It just made her want him more.
His lips turned up in a boyish smile. “Good.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, this one light and sweet despite the desire that threatened to consume them. “I’d make you come again now,” he murmured, “but I don’t want to wake up Becca. Or the neighbors.”
Heat flooded her face all the way to her hairline as his meaning sank in. “Oh crap.” Lowering her heels to the pavement, she pressed her forehead to his shirt and moaned, this time in dismay. “I was loud, wasn’t I, when you touched me after my accident?”
Chuckling, he tightened his arms around her. “Yes.”
She and her husband had always been as quiet as possible when they’d had sex, first so they wouldn’t wake the baby who never seemed to want to sleep, and then so Becca wouldn’t know what they were up to. But even before Becca had come along, Kayla hadn’t been anything close to a screamer. “How loud?”
“Loud enough that I couldn’t hear anything with my right ear for several minutes afterward,” he teased.
Laughing, she leaned back and gave his shoulder a shove. “You are so bad!”
“It’s your fault. You bring it out in me.”
“Uh-huh. Sure I do. How red is my face right now?”
He grinned. “You’ve passed raspberry and are rapidly approaching full-blown strawberry. It’s adorable.”
She laughed.
He nodded toward her house. “Can I talk you into sharing a snack with me while we watch a movie or something for a bit? I know you need to go to bed soon, but I’d love to spend some time with you first. I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
Stepping back, she shook her head with mock disappointment. “I was going to say yes… but then you blew it with the hands thing.”
He chuckled. “And if I promise not to keep my hands to myself?”
Crossing to the back door, she opened it and offered him a dramatic bow. “Step inside, my dear sir.”
Those soft, full lips of his stretching in a smile, he did as ordered.
There was a notable spring in Nick’s step the next evening as he headed out the front door and toward the driveway. Kayla was on her way to the airport and would soon see Becca safely deposited on a plane to North Carolina. Nick intended to do everything he could to finish tonight’s hunt early. Then…
He smiled.
Then he would spend hours and hours making love with Kayla. He couldn’t wait.
As he approached his Tesla Model X, that crawling sensation of being watched raised the hairs on the back of his neck again. Nick slowed to a halt. Glanced around.
There. A sleek black Mercedes E class with tinted windows that could not look more out of place in this typical middle-class suburban neighborhood hugged the curb a few houses down.