Her knees weakened, but Nick kept her from falling.
Quiet descended, disturbed only by their harsh breathing.
“I probably should have asked you this sooner,” he uttered, his voice rough with the desire that kept him hard against her. “But Becca is gone, right? Her flight left when it was supposed to?”
Kayla laughed. “Yes.”
He withdrew his fingers from her body, then turned her to face him. His eyes glowed bright amber as he gave her a wry smile and shook his head. “Once I saw you in that dress, all I could think about was dragging your skirt up, burying my fingers deep inside you, and stroking you until you came.”
Renewed arousal slithered through her. “Mission accomplished.”
He laughed. “Where are your keys?”
“In the kitchen.”
Taking her hand, he led her to the kitchen and grabbed her keys. “Wrap your arms around me.”
Kayla didn’t hesitate. Pressing her body to his, she rose onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Now your legs.”
Excitement flared. Jumping up, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He settled a hand on her ass and squeezed. “Now hold on.”
The room around them blurred. A thud sounded. They went weightless. Another thud sounded. Then they were in his bedroom next door.
Chapter Eight
Nick laughed at the astonished look on Kayla’s lovely face.
She stared up at him, her pretty hazel eyes wide and her lips kiss-swollen as she lowered her feet to the floor.
He shrugged. “I wanted a bigger bed beneath us so my feet wouldn’t hang off the end when I bury myself balls deep inside you.”
She shook her head. “I swear you could make me come just by speaking.”
Rampant need tightened every muscle despite the amusement she inspired. “Do you want to make me come, Kayla?”
“Yes.”
He took a step back. “Then strip for me.”
A blush climbed her cheeks as she reached behind her back and found the zipper of her dress. When the fabric across her breasts loosened, she peeled one shoulder down and slipped her arm out.
“Slower,” he murmured, wanting to savor this moment.
She paused. Then she reached for the other shoulder and slowly slid the fabric down her arm, delivering a sensual caress to her soft-as-silk skin as she did.
“That’s it.” He took another step back, his hands curling into fists to keep from reaching for her.
Gripping the fabric bunched at her waist, she hesitated, then leaned forward and arched her back, sticking her exquisite, lace-covered ass out as she eased the material over her hips and down her thighs.
Shit, she set him on fire. She was so damn desirable. Nick didn’t think he had been this turned on even when he was a randy teenager looking to get laid for the first time.
The dress dropped to the floor. All she wore now was the black bra and panties that provided such an alluring contrast to her pale skin and those high fuck-me heels.
She straightened. Giving him a heated look, she brushed her fingers over her collarbone, then drew them down over one breast. “Do you like what you see?” she asked softly.
His cock strained against his pants as he watched her glide those delicate fingers around the taut peak the lace both concealed and revealed, watched her stroke that nipple, pinch it, then saw the desire that darkened her eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“When you look at me like that,” she said, her voice so low and sultry it sent a shiver through him, “you make me believe it.”
How could she not believe it? She stole his breath. “Now the rest of it.”
The fingers brushing her nipple stilled. Some of the hunger in her gaze receded as uncertainty crept in.
“What is it?”
She bit her lip. “My breasts aren’t what they used to be.”
He glanced at her gorgeous breasts, then met her gaze again. “What did they used to be?”
She laughed, some of the sudden awkwardness leaving her. “Perkier. Pregnancy and breastfeeding changed them.”
He stared at her breasts. “Then thank you, pregnancy and breastfeeding. Because I love your breasts.”
Shaking her head, she touched a little piece of plastic between the lush mounds and the lacy cups parted.
Nick swallowed. Front-clasp bras were his new favorite thing. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman that he’d never actually seen one before, only advertisements for them.
Kayla arched her back a little as she eased the straps down her arms and let the black lace fall to the floor.
He stared at the plump flesh she revealed. “Perfect.” The word emerged almost a growl.
“Really?” she asked, the soft question betraying her uncertainty.
Nick strolled toward her, his cock painfully hard, until he was so close she had to tilt her head back to look at him. He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezed them lightly, and drew his thumbs across the hard pink peaks.
Her breath caught. A flush of desire darkened her cheeks.
“If they were any more perfect,” he confessed, “I’d come in my pants like an untried boy.”
She smiled.
Nick shook his head. “That’s not a good thing, woman. I’m clinging to control by my fingertips.”
“And what happens when you lose control?” She arched her back again, pressing her breasts harder into his palms.
He squeezed.
She moaned.
“I bury my cock deep inside you and take you fast and hard.”
“Oh shit,” she whispered. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”
He laughed and groaned at the same time, both amused and eager to comply. “Get on the bed.”
Kayla backed up until she hit the mattress. Propping her hands on the edge behind her, she jumped. Her bottom barely grazed the top of the bed before sliding off.
A chuckle escaped him as he shook his head. “You are too damn adorable.”
She laughed. “I can’t help it. Your bed is freaking huge.”
Closing the distance between them, he clasped her hips and lifted her up onto the mattress. “I’m a big man.”
“Hell yes, you are.”
Since his hands were already on her hips, Nick drew her panties down, baring a dark thatch of curls. Tugging the lace down her lightly muscled legs, he caressed her soft skin until he reached her shoes. The panties fell to the floor. One high heel followed them, then the other.
Nick parted her thighs with his hips and lowered his lips to hers for a tender kiss. “Scoot back a little.”
He heard her heartbeat pick up as she edged back on the bed. He curled a hand around one of her ankles. “Not too far.” He clasped her other ankle and drew her legs farther apart. “I want to be able to do this.” Slipping his hands under her thighs, he gripped her tempting ass and slid her a little closer. Then he bent, lowered his head, and delivered a long, slow lick to her clit.
Kayla fell back on the bed with a moan that nearly undid him.
He circled the little bundle of nerves with his tongue, teasing and stroking.
She threw her hands out to the sides and fisted the covers. Her knees rose. Planting her feet on the bedding, she began to rock against him, arching up as he licked and nipped and sucked and teased.