Real Men Knit(72)

She sank deeper into his lap as she drank him in. Letting herself enjoy him with all her senses. She savored the taste of him, the sensual, rhythmic stroke of his tongue as it captured her and playfully battled for dominance. He ran his hand over her shoulder, down her arm and up her side. Everywhere he touched seemed to burn with delight. Kerry twisted her hands in his long locs, loving the soft feel of them. The sweet coconut scent. She wound them around her fist and tugged, leaning up on him and coming down, kissing him deeper. Not wanting this moment to ever end.

Sure, she knew it might be a mistake, but there was no way she was admitting that. Not with the way her heart was thumping and her blood was boiling and her body was tingling. This was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. He was everything and more.

If it was a mistake, she’d deal with that later. If there would be heartbreak, she’d deal with that later. Right now, there was only pleasure. Hers and his. And she was seeing this through. Completely and fully.



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Jesse was going to enjoy this. That was if he could last. He was rock hard and felt like his heart was pumping so hard and fast that it might hop up and end up in either his or Kerry’s throat at this rate. He needed to calm down. Kerry must think he was a sweaty mess, going on like he was some kid just out of high school, or a freshman frat recruit, at best.

Jesse willed his heart to calm down and hoped his hard-on would hold out on top of it. Maybe he should look at the TV. The game was on. That sort of thing was supposed to be a surefire hard-on extender. Not that he ever needed anything to last with any other women. With all the other women he’d been with he’d never had trouble lasting during sex. He’d lasted as long as he wanted. And when he was ready for it to be over, boom, he called it and it was done. But with Kerry, he thought as his hands stroked her sides, came across her trim waist, felt around her soft, pillowy hips and tasted her peach lips, with her he felt completely out of control. He didn’t think he’d last three more minutes into this kiss, let alone thirty seconds actually inside her.

But God, he sure wanted to try. Jesse breathed in deep and let his tongue stroke hers. She let out a moan, and Jesse opened his eyes. She was so pretty. So damned pretty that he froze, seeing the look of erotic abandon as her eyes fluttered closed behind her glasses, the beautiful blush of purple coming through on her cheeks and across her collarbone. Her lips were swollen and puffy, making his throb to kiss hers again.

He could destroy her. He could so very easily take all this beauty, and could ruin it. He knew this. And that would in the end destroy him.

Kerry moaned once again, then opened her eyes and stared at him. She tipped that no-longer-innocent tongue out and licked her top lip, causing his dick to respond in time, then she gave him a one-quarter sweet, three-quarters wicked smile.

Jesse smiled back but couldn’t quite meet her eyes. This wasn’t right. It was better to keep what they had where it was and his fantasies about a future of even thirty seconds with Kerry where they belonged.

Kerry tugged at his hair, this time nowhere near as sensually as she had earlier. She looked at him with stern eyes.

“Ouch! Gentle, Ker,” he said. “I’d like to keep my hair follicles, thank you.”

“Don’t you dare, Jesse Strong. If you go and get all up in your head now and leave me to finish off myself, I’m kicking your ass.”

Jesse froze. The thought of Kerry finishing herself off put his mind in a tilt. He felt his mouth drop open and it took a moment to remember to close it. “Wait a minute. Nice girls like you don’t do things like finish themselves off.”

She shifted on him again as she pulled back, seriously testing his limits of control.

“Whoever said I was a nice girl, and how would you know what nice girls do and don’t do?”

Jesse frowned and looked at her. Well, she had a point there. A couple, at that. Kerry leaned in again, this time bringing her tongue out and licking long but gently at the tendon along the side of his neck. She came up and whispered in his ear. “And wannabe bad boys like you should know it’s not polite to leave girls like me hanging. So come on and finish what you started.”

Jesse would have laughed over the cuteness of it all if he wasn’t so hard. He wrapped his hands firmly around her ass cheeks and waist, and hefted them both from the couch, heading down the hall. “All right then, Nice Girl, but remember, you asked for this.”

Her laughter was the best “yes” he’d ever heard. “Oh, I’ll remember all right. Trust and believe it’s something I’m sure neither of us will forget.”





21




Yes. Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . .”

The low and whispered yesses were by far the best Kerry had ever heard or dreamed of in her life, and the fact that she was hearing them from the lips of Jesse Strong was almost mind-boggling. He’d carried her first to his bedroom and paused outside the door, but then looked her in the eye and shook his head.

“Um, it’s kind of a mess in there. I wasn’t quite prepared for a guest.”

She gave him an “Oh really” look and he tapped her on her behind.

“Don’t you start, now,” he said, and headed toward Damian’s room.

Once there, though, it seemed like all Kerry’s bravado of moments before faded as Jesse lowered her to the bed, more gently than she had expected, and began to kiss her with more tenderness than she ever thought possible. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, then went down, lifting her top slowly while fluttering kisses on each bit of exposed skin he encountered. The feeling of his warm lips mixed with the sensation of the cool sheets at her back was driving her out of her mind.