Fight to the Finish (First to Fight #3)(41)

He worried for a moment his mind had blocked out the action of his own hand when he felt a tug on his belt loop. Looking down, it wasn’t his own hand, but Kara’s, pulling restlessly, and futilely at his buckle and the first button of his pants. At this angle, nothing would happen but make him harder and frustrate them both. “Shh,” he soothed, and reclined back when she pressed her lips to his.

She’d been hungry for him on Sunday, in his bed. She’d wanted him, and participated fully in their bedroom activities. But now she was ravenous. A totally different beast, and one he’d like to explore later. Now, however, when stealth and quiet were required, ravenous hunger would do nothing but wake up Zach and end the shenanigans before they got really interesting.





CHAPTER


12

Graham stood, holding onto her and swallowing her gasps of shock with another kiss. Then he walked back toward the bedroom—or what he assumed was her bedroom, pausing only to open the door and walk through before shutting it behind them.

Then laid her down on the bed, straightening to admire the picture she presented. A sexy woman, her shirt rolled up over her breasts, legs opened wide in a butterfly pose, eyes hot and a little wild for him . . .

Yeah. He could get used to this.

“Why are we here?” she asked.

“Because I fully intend to do what I want with you, and while making out and fooling around on second base is amusing, and easy to hide quickly, I’d rather not force you to reschedule the birds and the bees talk for Zach if he wandered out looking for a cup of water and found us doing what we’re about to be doing.”

Ignoring her reaching hands, he unbuttoned her pants and tugged, leaving her slip of underwear behind. He had plans, and none of them involved his pants being off. “Here’s the thing though. These apartments, they usually don’t have the best soundproofing. As in, none. You start making noise? He’ll hear you. I’m not sure you can stay quiet. Are you?”

She bit her lip, then nodded. Pulling at her ankle until her butt was at the edge of the bed, he knelt down on the floor and pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other.

And managed, just barely, to put up a block when she tried to close her thighs and push him out. Not happening. He raised his brows at her, questioning if she wanted him to stop. The blush that covered her throat and cheeks was adorable, but she simply closed her eyes and laid back.

He let his tongue work along the seam of her panties, dipping under every so often, then back out again. Her thigh muscles quivered with every wet pass of his tongue, but she stayed silent. When his fingers pulled back the edge to reveal her core, the quivering upgraded to shaking. He blew cool air against her hot flesh, and smiled as her entire body jerked.

But, she didn’t make a sound. Damn, she was good.

The first long lick changed things. It was a soundless sound, if that made any sense. As if the entire scream had lost steam while she breathed heavily. A sound only a dog could hear, but he knew existed. He took another leisurely lap, and she clamped a hand over her mouth.

Yes, she was good. But he was better.

He focused on her clit, and that made her thrash her head around the bedspread like a fish on dry land. One hand clutched the bedspread as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. While he circled, sucked and nibbled, she bucked and rolled beneath him.

He inserted one, then two fingers into her warm heat, groaning himself when he felt how hot she was, how wet, how undeniably ready for him inside her. The knowledge that he wouldn’t get more than this taste tonight made him want to beat his head against the bed rail. This was about her, though, and he could resist. He’d been resisting for weeks. He wouldn’t lose his mind over a night of delayed pleasure.

Crooking his fingers, he stroked her inside and out, watching her body, listening for the hitches of her breath. He forced himself to examine every vibration, every twitch. Focus on how warm her skin was beneath his palm while he held her stomach down. Notice the clenching of her muscles beneath his hand, the way she grew even more wet around his fingers, tightening in pulses. Every nuance of her existence was a clue that told him without any words exactly what she liked, what she liked more, and what was the best of all. When he found that best of all, he gave it everything he had.

And then she came, with the most gloriously silent orgasm he had ever had the privilege of watching. Her long, slender body writhed and moved with such grace, even under the power of a climax, that she took his breath away. Her face was a study of pain, though he knew she felt nothing remotely negative. It was the price of holding back vocally that twisted her face.

Kara’s body finally relaxed, and she sprawled on the bed like a woman who had run a marathon. Replete, sweaty, utterly exhausted but with a sense of true accomplishment. The satisfied smile that tilted the corners of her mouth made him ache with the longing to crawl under the covers with her and hold her all night long.

Not now. Not yet. Sometime soon.

He kissed her once more, had the pleasure of watching her twitch in response, then settled her lacy underwear back in place. He laid down beside her, taking in the way her creamy skin was still flushed and a little splotchy, but in a cute way. Her eyes were closed, with those blond lashes spiky against her cheeks. But he was surprised to see a silvery trail of what had been tears that led from the corner of her eye down into her hair.

“Hey.” He kissed the wetness, then brushed another over her cheek. “You okay?”