Wrapped Up in You (Heartbreaker Bay, #8)(46)

His eyes were two hot molten pools of dark chocolate.

“What’s the male version of a cock tease?” she demanded. “A vagina tease? Stop being a vagina tease!”

“What seems to be the exact problem?” he asked, his voice sex-on-a-stick.

Was he kidding? “We’re still wearing too many damn clothes and you’re not inside me!”

His hands slid to her ass, and thanks to the thong, she felt his warm, work roughened fingers squeeze bare cheeks as he rose, her clinging to him. She’d never been so grateful for such tightly enclosed living arrangements in her life because he had only to turn to climb onto her bed. Her back hit the mattress and when she felt him laughing, she looked up at him standing at the foot of the bed.

“You have so many pillows, I’m not sure I’m going to fit on there with you,” he said.

Oh yes, he would, and to prove it, she began pushing pillows off the bed to the floor in earnest, in a hurry to get him where she wanted him most. This made him only laugh harder, which he was going to pay for. When she kicked the last pillow off, she got up on her knees and slid her hands south, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking.

He stopped laughing, nudged her flat to her back, and set a knee on the bed. With a smug smile, she bent her leg and put a foot to his chest. “Still overdressed, cowboy.”

Taking the hint, he backed off the bed and stripped out of the rest of his clothes. When he was magnificently naked—and she did mean magnificently, the guy was a work of art—he once again put a knee on the bed. “Now who’s overdressed?”

She began to tug her bralette off with haste. But here was the thing with bralettes . . . they didn’t have any hooks. It was an over the head deal, which was fine if you were alone getting dressed in the morning. No one had to witness the stupid, awkward maneuvers one had to go through to get the thing in place.

Getting it off was just as ridiculous, but she did her best to mimic the easy, graceful way he’d stripped. Only she failed, because she got herself good and stuck halfway, with the bralette across her face, arms up. “Dammit. Don’t look yet.” She struggled harder for a beat and then froze when she felt his hands on her thighs, sliding northbound.

Okay, this was still going to work. He was going to help her.

But his hands stopped low on her hips, his thumbs hooking in the lace waistband of her thong.

“A little help?” she asked, somehow just by his touch utterly frozen in place with her hands above her head.

“Shh.” He began to slowly—of course—so slowly she wanted to scream, drag her panties down at the very same time that his mouth captured a bared nipple. This had her struggling anew. She felt him smile against her, but that didn’t stop her from finally freeing herself of the bra with a huff.

Still on a mission, Kel shifted a little lower, kissing and teasing his way down her body, making himself at home between her thighs, which he held open with those broad shoulders. But his mouth wasn’t where she desperately needed it. Nope, he’d stalled at her hip, which he nipped with his teeth before soothing the spot with his tongue.

“Kel.”

Again she felt him smile against her as he moved south, to the top of her thigh. And then her inner thigh. And then . . . finally, and then. He found the spot, the very best spot without any instructions, guidelines, or a treasure map. Her body tightened and her toes curled. A little unnerved by her shocking, over-the-top reaction to him, she froze for a beat.

Turning his head, he gently kissed her inner thigh. “Still with me?”

She bit her lip, glad he couldn’t see her face from this position. “I think that you know that I’m very much with you,” she managed as lightly as she could.

“You still want this?”

“Again, I think that’s obvious.”

Lifting his head, he met her gaze. She did her best to hold it. “I want to hear you say it, Ivy.”

She drew a deep breath and gave him the utter truth. “I want you,” she whispered. “In me.”

“This first,” he said huskily, stroking his fingers over her wet, quivering flesh. “I want you to be with me all the way.”

“Where else would I be?” she asked, both his words and actions having her stomach doing that butterflies-on-crack routine again.

He flashed her a sexy smile and . . . went back to what he’d been doing. Which was that thing that had her breathing like she was trying to outrun a speeding train. It was good, so good she heard herself panting his name like a chant, a plea . . . And when their gazes met across her writhing torso, that was all it took for her to come.

When she could breathe again, she stared up at the ceiling and had to laugh, finding it exceptionally funny that this had been the best sex she’d ever had and he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.

Kel crawled up her body and licked the hollow of her neck where her pulse was still racing before coming into her field of vision, his eyes dark with heat and male satisfaction.

“Show off,” she whispered.

“I’ve had over a whole week to fantasize about doing that to you,” he said. “I suppose that freaks you out.”

“No.” She ran her hands down his body to wrap around what she was starting to think might be her favorite body part. “It makes me even more impatient.”