Three Little Words (Fool's Gold #12)(78)

She led him to the main floor and then down the hall to the master. Once there, she closed the door and turned on the lamp by the bed. Then she faced him.

A half smile tugged at his lips. He stood by the bed, his stance relaxed, his posture straight. As if he had all the time in the world.

She’d worn a long-sleeved knit dress and high heels. She stepped out of the heels, then undid the side zipper and let her dress drop to the carpet. That left her wearing a push-up bra and a thong.

Kent’s eyes widened. She watched him swallow, try to speak then shake his head.

“Holy shit,” he muttered.

She laughed, feeling the last of her concerns fall away as easily as the dress. Maybe there were issues she had to deal with, but that was for another time. Right now she wanted to make love with Kent. She wanted his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth. She wanted to stop thinking and start feeling.

She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “Well?”

“Okay, then.”

He unbuttoned his long-sleeved shirt and shrugged out of it. Shoes and socks followed. He was in good shape. Not overly honed like the men she worked with, which she liked. Kent looked like what he was. A suburban dad with a sexy edge, she thought, as a shiver of desire slipped through her.

He stepped out of his jeans, leaving him in surprisingly small briefs. The dark cotton fabric sat low on his hips and barely contained his impressive erection. The muscles deep in her belly clenched.

“I would have guessed white,” she said, pointing to the briefs and walking toward him.

“I think these are more fashion forward.”

She laughed and continued moving until she was nearly touching him, but not quite.

“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he said, staring into her eyes. “And your body. Jeez. Can I just...”

He hesitated, as if not sure asking was okay.

“Anything,” she said, curious as to what he would touch first.

His hands settled on her hips, then slowly, so slowly, circled around to her butt. He cupped the muscled curve and squeezed. His eyes drifted closed as his fingers dug in deep.

She leaned into him. From what she’d observed, men fell into one of three categories. Breasts, butts or legs. As she was short and small busted, she was left with a great ass. Looked as though she’d found the right guy to appreciate it.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. He bent down and kissed her. She parted immediately, welcoming his tongue with her own. She tilted her head, wanting him to kiss her deeper, and he obliged.

He moved his hands up her back to her bra. He unfastened it easily and the small lacy garment fell away.

She eased back and brought his hands to her br**sts. “So you weren’t lying about what happened in high school.”

He brushed his thumbs over her tight ni**les. “I gave lessons on how to unfasten a bra one-handed. I’m out of practice. I hope you won’t hold that against me.”

Before she could answer, he eased her back toward the bed. She settled on the mattress, and he moved next to her. He leaned over her and kissed her again. As his tongue teased her own, he put his hand on her belly. He traced her rib cage before exploring her br**sts. He cupped the modest curves and then used his thumb and forefinger to rub her tight, sensitive ni**les.

She arched her back just a little, wanting more of that. Kent read the signal. He kissed his way down her throat, nipped the skin right above her collarbone, then settled his mouth over her breast.

He drew her nipple in gently and circled it with his tongue, then withdrew slightly and blew on her damp flesh. She shivered with delight.

“How do you like it?” he asked, before licking her other nipple. “Hard? Soft? Something in between?”

The question stumped her for a second. For so long sex had been about a mission, about getting information. If there was any pleasure, that was incidental, and often accidental. But this was different. This was about sharing.

“Harder than you were doing,” she told him. “Just go for it and I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

He glanced at her and grinned. “You just keep getting better and better.”

He settled his mouth on her breast again, sucking harder. As he drew in, he used his hand to rub the other nipple, to mimic the actions of his mouth. His teeth lightly grated against her tender flesh, taking her to the place where pleasure grew until it was a hairbreadth from pain. But before she could stop him, he’d backed off. Just enough.

He repeated his actions, arousing her until she squirmed with the desire for more.

“Kent,” she breathed. “I need you.”

He reacted more quickly than she would have thought possible. One second she was getting desperate, then next her thong was flying through the air and his fingers were exploring the very heart of her. He slipped through her swollen, slick flesh, found her clitoris and circled it.

His pace could only be called masterful, she thought, opening her legs wide and letting him take control. Fast enough to keep her on the road to climax, but not so fast she felt rushed. He pressed over and around, every now and then pushing just a little harder, getting to the very core of those sensitized nerves.

Her breathing came quicker. It had been so long, she thought, her mind starting to shut down. She needed this, needed to have him push her over the edge.

Muscles tensed as he went around and around. She pumped her hips in time with his movements, her breathing quickened. He shifted, replacing his fingers with his thumb, then slipping two fingers inside her.