Open Wounds (Harbour Bay #2)(37)
His brown eyes held her captive. “Why do you want to know?” he said, his voice feather light, his breath tickling her bangs.
“Because I don't get involved with men who belong to someone else.”
Was that her voice? She hardly recognised the husky timber that was more Kathleen Turner than Kellie Munroe. It wasn't the first time she’d propositioned a man, always the aggressor, needing to control the situation but this was something more. She refused to analyse it though most would say what she feeling was a direct result of her earlier fear or her unbalanced equilibrium due to her adrenaline high. She was happy just going with shared attraction. Something she was sure he felt though wanted to fight.
She stepped forward until their bodies touched and laid a hand on his well-defined chest, just above his heart. It galloped beneath her touch. She smiled. He wasn’t as unaffected by her as he seemed. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated as she lifted her head, her lips tantalisingly close. It wouldn’t take much for either of them to cross the small distance and press their lips together.
He shuddered. “This isn’t a good idea.”
She slid her hand up the row of buttons on his shirt and deftly popped them open revealing the wide expanse of his chest. She slipped her hand inside to stroke him, feeling the wiry hair beneath her soft palm.
She held his gaze. “Answer the question, Detective.”
She knew the game she played was extremely seductive, and Darryl had been right when he said it wasn’t a good idea. But nothing had ever felt this right.
“I’m all yours,” he replied, the words sounding like they’d been torn from him.
She liked the sound of that. “Then…come home with me tonight.”
Chapter 18
The front door to Kellie’s house banged loudly against the wall as they pushed it open. Darryl shoved her none too gently backwards, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue stroking the fire burning in his gut. Kellie clung to him, her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He held her hips tight, crushing her body against his, and she felt so good. Soft and womanly. She tasted of peppermint and he’d never liked the flavour more. The front door slammed shut as Darryl kicked it closed with his foot. His body was hard and aching, screaming for release. It had been a while for him and never had it been so hot; the mere touch of her had him close to coming in his pants.
He’d never wanted a woman as much as he did right now. Kellie had slipped past all his defences and he couldn’t care less. She’d surprised him with her seduction tonight. It had been the last thing he’d expected as he’d walked her to her car. He was still reeling. She seemed so sweet and innocent but there was a fiery temptress beneath her wholesome good looks. He’d gone hard in a rush as he heard her husky voice announcing her desire for him.
It had taken everything in him to keep his hands off her. Then she’d upped the game, moving against him, her hands slipping inside his shirt to touch his heated, naked skin and all he could think of was returning the favour.
He’d almost taken her up against her car in the damn parking lot, he’d been so ready for her. But common sense had prevailed for a time and he’d followed her home, the ache in his groin so damning he’d almost driven off the road twice. Only the knowledge of what was waiting for him had him keeping his hands off himself. He wanted Kellie to touch him, to bring him pleasure.
She was so damn beautiful, her lips swollen from his kisses, her face red from whisker burn where he’d rubbed his cheek against hers. And she was his—for tonight, anyway. Damn, he didn’t want to think about tomorrow. Not now.
He kissed a trail down her slender throat and nipped at her with his teeth. He couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips. His hands slid down her back and cupped her bottom, pulling her against his straining erection. If he didn’t slow down, he would embarrass himself.
Her fingers crept into his hair and he could feel her breasts press against his chest as she drew him closer for another mind-blowing kiss. She sucked on his tongue and his dick jerked. Was she purposely trying to get him to lose control? Hadn’t she already driven him to madness? Must she continue to taunt him?
Her leg slid up his side, reaching his waist, the motion bringing her that much closer to him. She yanked his shirt from his pants with impatience and his stomach muscles bunched beneath her exploring hands as she traced his abs. She murmured her approval of his body.
“Kellie,” he gasped as her small nails grazed his sensitive skin.
She made an animal sound and suddenly his shirt fell open, the sound of loose buttons hitting her hardwood floors reaching his ears as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and stared down at his chest.
The look in her eyes was almost his undoing. Had any woman ever looked at him as if he was ice cream topped with warm chocolate sauce, minus the calories? He knew he wasn’t bad to look at and spent hours in the gym to accomplish it, but she made him feel like an Adonis. Her gaze, darkened by desire, caressed him. He shuddered when her mouth touched him, her wet tongue swirling around his nipple. His hands tightened on her and more blood rushed south.
What was he doing? Her mouth continued its slow torture as she focused on his other nipple. His back arched beneath her ministrations. She was hell on his self-control and now he was about to do something he couldn’t regret, but knew nonetheless that it was a mistake. A problem they could do without. He and Kellie were working together, and would see each other every day. This had to be the stupidest thing he’d ever considered doing. And the most pleasurable.