“Oh, Reese.”
Now it was Kenna who found his lips, Kenna whose tongue became more adventurous and explored his mouth from one corner to the other. While she indulged his mouth, Reese’s hands were between her legs—spreading her thighs and inserting his finger inside of her, making slow, circular motions deep in her wetness.
She broke off the kiss, threw her head back and quietly uttered his name deep in her throat. Her knees became weak as he swept her naked body into his arms.
Knowing there was no way he could make it upstairs to the bedroom, he placed her in one of the leather chairs and pushed the button to fully recline the seat. He took a step back as his eyes roamed over her naked body. She was gorgeous.
“I was afraid for you to see me naked,” she whispered. Her words were so soft he barely heard them.
“Why? You’re beautiful.”
She shook her head. “There’s so much more of me.”
He came and knelt down beside her.
More to love,
he thought. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered.
He leaned forward to pick up where he’d left off—tasting her skin, drawing her nipple into his mouth and suckling it with a need that had his groin throbbing.
He kissed her again, all the while moving his hand over her curvy body. He palmed her thighs, stroked her stomach and drew
circles around her feminine mound before running his fingers through the damp curls covering it.
She moaned into his mouth and he nearly exploded. He released her mouth so that his lips could slowly travel down her body. When he reached her waist, he placed kisses around her belly button.
He lifted his head and met her heated gaze. “I want to taste you,” he said huskily, his hands planted between her legs.
And before she could say anything, as if he was half-crazy with lust, he dipped his head low, spreading her thighs even wider to receive his mouth. The touch of his tongue to her flesh had Kenna arching her back off the recliner. He thought he’d never tasted anything so delicious. His tongue delved deeper and with its own greedy rhythm he strummed and licked her into an orgasm.
He felt her body explode in his mouth, getting a taste of her. The sensation made her moan as she squirmed frantically from the sexual torture of his tongue, grabbing hold of his head to keep his mouth in place.
It was only when the last wave of ecstasy had passed that he removed his mouth from her, stood in front of her fully erect and took off his clothes. He slid his jeans down his legs and then rolled a condom over his engorged shaft. He glanced at Kenna. Her eyes were closed and her thighs were still spread. Her breasts were full and firm, with hardened nipples that were ready for his lips.
“You haven’t gone to sleep on me, have you?” he asked softly.
He watched her eyes flicker open and saw the satisfied smile that touched her lips. “No, I haven’t gone to sleep on you.”
“Good, because I intend to keep you awake for a while,” he said, straddling her body in the recliner. He lowered his body atop hers, then inhaled deeply when his shaft gently brushed against her satiny thigh. “I don’t want you to think this is all we’re
going to do,” he said in a throaty voice. “I just enjoy feeling my way around.”
He continued to feel his way around her body, grazing his shaft against her bare thighs and using his fingers to massage her clitoris. She reached up to stroke his shoulders. He glanced down at their bodies and saw the head of his erection pointed just where it belonged, and held her gaze as he slid his shaft inside her, easing into her wet warmth and filling her completely. When her inner walls became tighter, he drew in a deep breath before sliding back out and then easing back in with a hard thrust.
He could feel her muscles clench him, tighten around him, and start milking him in a fevered way. And then he began moving, riding her, stroking her and mating with her. He could hear her moans with his every stroke and the sound urged him on, made him want her even more.
When she arched her back and tilted her hips to take him even deeper, he obliged by pumping her even harder, with concentrated strokes.
Then his body exploded, obliterating his thoughts and his doubts. He couldn’t utter a word—nothing. Not his desire. Not his need. Not even his love. He knew she wasn’t ready to hear him declare his love just yet, but she could feel this. She had to.
Moments later, when Kenna exploded in another orgasm, he was there, smothering her moans and groans with his lips. It was fitting that the best lovemaking of his life had been with Kenna, the only woman he’d ever loved. He felt a satisfaction he’d never experienced before flowing through his body. And it made him hard all over again.
As if on cue, Kenna’s inner muscles clenched his shaft mercilessly, almost driving him over the edge again. He was ready for another round. Indeed, his body demanded it—just not here. He wanted her in his bed.
He looked up at her face and trailed a series of kisses along
her neck and the underside of her ear before easing off her, immediately feeling the loss of their intimate connection.
She moaned in protest before he leaned over and swept her into his arms. He looked down into her glassy eyes. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan to be away for long.”
Chapter 16
“I
don’t know if I’ll be ready for work in the morning,” Kenna said, groaning as her body ached from an overdose of pure sexual ecstasy.
They were lying on their sides facing one another, their legs entwined, with Reese still embedded inside her. It was a good thing she was on the Pill, she thought, since every time he came, he would come hard. But instead of being satisfied, her vaginal muscles would contract, trying to pull even more out of him.
“I’ll set the alarm,” he said, as if that would make getting up any easier.
She lifted a brow. “It will take more than an alarm clock to get this body in gear in the morning, Reese,” she said sleepily. “It wouldn’t look good if I missed my first day of work, would it?”
“No, it wouldn’t.”
“I was afraid you would say that.”
They hugged and then she tried pushing him away. “Stop that!”
He smiled innocently. “Stop what?”
“You’re getting bigger and harder inside of me. Maybe staying connected this way isn’t such a good idea after all.”
“I’ve never gone to sleep with a woman this way,” he whispered snuggling even closer to her. “But now I can’t sleep unless I’m still inside of you.”
She groaned again. Reese could turn her on just by what he said, and over the past few hours he’d said a lot. He could arouse her with his words. When they were making love, he would tell her just what he was doing to her, how he was doing it and the outcome he intended to achieve. In the end, she had writhed, whimpered and practically begged him for mercy. And he’d given her just what she wanted, thrusting into her, driving deeper into her and stroking her into orgasm after orgasm. Reese Madaris was definitely a bad boy.
He moved his thigh, shifting their bodies and making her groan again. He was huge and throbbing. She glanced over his shoulder at the clock. Was it really almost three in the morning? Wasn’t she supposed to get up at six?
“Umm, what are you thinking about?”
She glanced back at him and saw he was watching her through glassy, lustful eyes. She drew in a deep breath. “I was wondering how your family and friends will feel once they know there’s more between us than just friendship.”
“In our defense, we didn’t know.” He paused for a moment. “Although I’ve always thought that you were hot.”
Her sleepy eyes widened. “Really? You never told me.”
He smiled. “I couldn’t. You were always involved with someone else and I don’t believe in trespassing on another man’s territory. Besides, I tried not to think of my best friend as being hot.”
“Oh. What happened this time? What was the difference?”
“I couldn’t help myself.”
Neither could she. But then her attraction grew out of love. His was merely a matter of satisfying his sexual needs, and in this case she was more than happy to oblige. What were best friends for?
She felt the throbbing from his erection increase and realized that he’d reached the same conclusion: that best friends made the best bed partners.
“You want to come again?”
He had the nerve to ask her that, while his finger traced slow circles around her hardened nipples. “Hmm, haven’t I come enough already?”
“No.” And then to show that he was serious he leaned in and began licking her nipples. He pulled back and smiled. “You’re getting wet.”
Drenched was more like it, she thought, and wondered how he could tell when she was always well lubricated around him. He shifted again and her breath caught when his embedded erection went deeper into her.
“What are we going to tell everyone?” she asked in order to get her mind off what he was doing to her.
“I doubt we’ll have to tell them anything. They will figure it out eventually.”
And then what?
she thought.
Should I tell them this is a phase we’re going through, an exploratory phase that doesn’t really mean anything other than satisfying each other’s sexual needs?
“This time I want to watch you.”
She was a little apprehensive at the prospect of that. “Why? Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve already seen me tonight.”
He chuckled. “I don’t remember. This time I plan on giving you my full attention.”
Any more of his attention would probably do her in, she thought. Before she could say anything the lower part of his
anatomy began moving. He began thrusting into her, in and out, in slow, torturous, deliberate, concentrated strokes.
He held her gaze as if he wanted to see every facial expression, every breath, every moan she made when she climaxed. He leaned in slightly as if deciding to shift the tempo, adjust the rhythm. Yet all she could do was gaze at him with bedroom eyes that revealed an intense fervor and longing.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, when the pleasure was too much, she felt him take control. She met his every thrust as her muscles greedily gripped him tightly. It was then that she felt his explosion, felt the essence of him saturate her womb. She began trembling as she watched him through lowered eyelids. He came and then came again, but he refused to close his eyes. He growled deep in his throat as he kept surging deeper inside her.
And then she came, more forcefully than ever before. She called out his name as back-to-back orgasms ripped through her. She clenched her teeth, refusing to cry out, but ultimately succumbed and let out a passionate, primal scream.
He quickly covered her mouth with his, drowning out her voice. When would enough be enough?
There had to be a limit to this,
she thought.
Hadn’t there?
She had her answer when Reese maneuvered his body to mount her. And they were on again, as they gave his mattress another workout. She couldn’t help wondering what the morning would bring.
Reese reached out and turned off the alarm before looking over at Kenna. She hadn’t moved. She’d only gotten a couple of hours sleep and he was feeling guilty. Guilty, but totally and completely satisfied.
Never had he enjoyed making love to a woman so much, and knowing that woman had been Kenna sent shudders through his body. It was then that he remembered he was still embedded in
her. Like he’d told her, that was a first. With any other woman he would have rushed to the bathroom, disposed of the condom and then spent a few minutes of time alone before returning to the bed—that is, if he had a desire to return. Usually, he would get dressed and see her the next day. And on one of the rare occasions when he did sleep over, he would hold her in his arms during the night, but never entwined as their bodies were now. With Kenna, it felt so right.
The alarm went off again. He glanced at Kenna when he heard her whimper in protest just moments before she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked as if trying to figure out what they were doing in bed together.
“Tell me I have at least another five hours to sleep,” she whispered.
“Wish I could.”
Her eyes narrowed. “But I don’t.”
“I’d be lying if I did. I bet we could probably come up with a good excuse for why you can’t come in today.”
“Nobody misses their first day of a new job,” she said groggily.
“Syneda did.”
Kenna couldn’t help but smile. Reese had told her the story about Clayton and Syneda having decided to practice law together once they were married. The first day Syneda was supposed to show up at Clayton’s office, she didn’t. Clayton didn’t show up either. However, neither of them knew the family had planned a little celebration for her. But it didn’t take long to figure out why they didn’t come into the office. Go figure.
“Can I go back to sleep?”
“No. Get up and get dressed. I’ll be nice and drive you in to work.”
Her eyes widened. “But you work on the outskirts of the city.”
“Not this week. I’ll be on site near downtown. So we can ride
in to work together. That way you’ll get at least thirty minutes more sleep.”
From the expression on her face you would have thought Reese had given her a million dollars. “It’s the least I can do, since I’m responsible for your being sleep-deprived.”
He grudgingly eased his manhood out of her. “That was nice.” He felt the loss immediately. “I’ll start your bath and make breakfast,” he said, getting out of bed. His erection was still hard as stone.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, and don’t go back to sleep.”
“I won’t.”
Before he could respond, her eyes were closed and she began breathing easily. He smiled. She had gone back to sleep. He thought about waking her up again, but decided to give her another fifteen minutes. He reset the alarm and left the room thinking that it was the least he could do for the woman who’d given him a night he would always remember.
Kenna turned off the alarm and drew in a quick breath. Why did her body feel so battered, so sore? She slowly opened her eyes and the memories came flooding back to her. Despite her discomfort, all she could do was moan in pleasure.