She suppressed a moan, but her body launched a rush of moisture south anyway.
Hell. She’d never get to sleep now.
A deep masculine grunt. Followed by a heavy sigh. The bed squeaked and the polyester covers rustled as he rolled over.
She stared at the warped pine paneling surrounding the window, then at the brownish water spots on the ceiling. Think of something not sexy.
Rocks. She smiled to herself and began to recite the geological periods. In order. By the time she reached the Paleolithic age, she’d relaxed enough to drift off.
Her sultry voice drifted to him in the dark.
“You asleep?”
Drake went absolutely still beneath the thin sheet.
She laughed softly. “I know you’re awake, Agent March. I’ve heard you tossing and turning.”
He sighed. No use pretending.
“Tell me something.”
“What?”
“Is it hard to sleep with an erection?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you had a pretty impressive hard-on before you crawled in bed. I imagine you’re still hard as a rock, aren’t you?
“Kenna—”
“Can’t be comfortable with that big thing poking you in the stomach.
And I doubt you want to touch yourself with me in the room.”
“Why—”
“Although you could sneak in the bathroom and jack off in the shower and I’d never know.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” The bedspread crinkled as she shifted on the mattress. “Every time you get in the shower, I’ll think that’s what you’re really doing. Slicking your hands up with soap. Sliding up and down your shaft.” She paused. “Who do you think about when you’re stroking yourself?”
He didn’t answer.
“An old girlfriend? A famous actress? Or a model? Think any of them know how to give a decent hand job?”
His heart started to pound. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want to know what you’d do if I wasn’t here.”
Jack off in the shower. Thinking of you the entire time.
“You really think I’ll answer that?” She might talk tough but he doubted she could handle his answer.
“No. But since I am here I can give you the relief you’re dying for.”
He must have misunderstood her. He was so focused on how the fringed curtains stirred whenever the air conditioner kicked on that he didn’t realize she’d moved until she’d slid beneath the sheets next to him.
“Kenna. I don’t think—”
“Ssh. Don’t think. Let me do this.”
Her bare breasts were pressed on either side of his spine and her nipples were stiffened to hard points. When had she gotten naked? She plastered herself against him and he felt the curls covering her sex grinding into his ass. He groaned. His body was so hot it felt feverish.
And the coolness of her silky skin against the heat of his nearly made him come right then.
She indulged in teasing nips along his shoulder until her naughty mouth connected with the curve of his neck. Her tongue flicked the fine hairs at the base of his skull. Sweet, warm breath drifted across his skin.
Drake shivered.
“Do you want me to stop?” Her delicate fingertips drew an idle path from his hip, up the ticklish bend in his waist to trace his pectoral.
Circled his nipple. Trailed back down. While driving him insane with fleeting caresses on his overheated skin, she writhed against his back.
Did the thought of him exploding in her hand make her hot?
“Drake? What’s it gonna be?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Mmm,” she hummed against his shoulder blade. “I like the way you smell.” She walked her fingers over the edge of his hipbone to his groin.
No tentative touches. Kenna wrapped her hand around his rigid cock and pumped from root to tip. “I like the way you feel.”
He arched his hardness into her soft hand.
“Do you want me to tease you? Make it last longer?” Those wayward fingertips delved into the hair covering his sac. She rolled his balls
between her fingers and used her thumb to stroke the pulsing vein running up the length. Then she circled the base of his cock with her forefinger and thumb and squeezed. “Well?”
“No. Don’t tease.”
Her breath cascaded over the sweat gathering on his spine. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Kenna slid her hand back up, tightly curled her fingers around his thickness and began to work him.
Pure unadulterated pleasure flooded his brain. “Ah. Jesus that feels so fucking good.”
She kissed the spot below his ear. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when it’s my wet mouth on you instead of my hand.”
“You really want to make me come fast, don’t you?”
A confident feminine laugh. Then she started a blissfully brisk rhythm that made him groan and thrust higher to meet her masterful strokes.
Twisting up to the tip. Down to the root. Over and over. No change in the pace. Her touches were oddly familiar. Kenna seemed to know exactly what he liked. How hard she could pull on his dick without making it painful. How much he craved the pad of her thumb circling the plump head with each upstroke. Each tug brought him closer to the edge. He held his breath. Clenched his ass cheeks, bumping his hips and closed his eyes, readying himself to burst in her hand.
God. It was right there. That ultimate rush of relief…
Then she started snoring.
He froze. His cock twitched at the sudden loss of friction. What the hell? How could she fall asleep at a time like this? When he was so goddamned close?
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