Open Wounds (Harbour Bay #2)(44)

“I hope you’re right, honey. I really do.”





Chapter 22



Kellie stretched her body out beside Darryl. The early morning sunlight peeked through the slit in the curtains. She blinked at the brightness and tried to push the sleep from her mind. This was the first time she had ever let a man stay the night.

It was a turning point in her life. One she could get used to, she reflected. She ran her hand down his chest until she found her prize just below his naval. His morning erection was just beginning to show, and by the time she had explored him, it was fully awake and demanding satisfaction.

She hadn’t told many people about her past, only a few within the LAC knew, which was why they had worked around her handicap. Then there was her rape, which even fewer people knew about. Amelia knew, of course. Those who knew included the detective who worked the case, the rapist himself, the psychologist she’d been assigned to, and her boss, Lewis Carlisle.

Now Darryl knew. What had possessed her to tell him the truth?

She had no answer. Temporary brain dysfunction due to sexual arousal, she assumed. He was certainly detrimental to her mental health. She’d thought one or even a handful of nights with Darryl would suffice. Now she wasn’t so sure.

She rolled onto her side and placed a kiss on his chest as her hand began exploring his body. Her lips moved against his skin as she descended, taking pleasure in the soft sounds he made as her fingernails scraped lightly across his abs. She wrapped her fist around his arousal and pumped lightly, feeling him harden further from her ministrations. His hips rose and a guttural moan escaped his lips. Kellie leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip before taking him into his mouth. She relaxed her throat to take him deep, her tongue sliding along the sensitive underside of his cock.

Darryl held her head in place as she lathered attention on him. He tensed beneath her hand and knew he was close. She reached between his legs and cupped him, squeezing him lightly. He caught hold of her shoulders and pulled her up his body. She let out a frustrated breath and fought against him, annoyed that he was denying her.

Her nipples tingled as they rubbed against the hairs on his chest and she groaned, her excitement heightened.

“Next time, I promise,” Darryl said, his voice husky. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”

She practically purred at the admission and forgave him, then reached into the drawer of her bedside table and extracted a condom. Straddling him, she took her time to roll the latex sheath over his length, feeling the pulse throb beneath her fingertips before impaling herself on him, feeling him deep inside, stretching her. She moved slowly at first, making sure she felt him every bit of the way up and down before moving faster and faster as her own body demanded release. She moaned his name as she climaxed, her body going into spasms as she collapsed on top of him.

Darryl kissed her sweaty forehead and mumbled good morning in her ear. She smiled and kissed his chest, catching her breath before lifting herself off him, almost orgasming a second time as her sensitised nerves reacted with the friction.

She flopped without grace back onto the mattress, her body sated. Darryl reached over and pulled her into his body and his heat had her snuggling in close to him. The blissful world of sleep enveloped her again as her heavy eyelids closed.

***

Kellie awoke an hour later to Darryl watching her sleeping, and she grumbled. Hopefully, she hadn’t snored or drooled. It had been a long time since she’d slept—actually slept—with another person. She blinked to clear the cobwebs from her mind. Maybe when she was more awake she would appreciate the gorgeously naked man beside her.

“You’re staring,” she complained, around an unladylike yawn. She glanced over at him. The ivory sheet was pooled around his waist, highlighting the golden glow of his skin. She swallowed hard as desire flowed through her and pooled between her legs. She shifted to ease the throb.

His liquid chocolate gaze washed over her and her nipples tightened into hard buds. Darryl noticed and his attention zeroed in on them, burning her with the heat of his gaze. The sheet covering him tented in the most delicious fashion that had her unconsciously wetting her lips. After last night—and this morning—she thought she’d finally been sated.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Kellie snorted. She knew the truth of how she looked in the morning, complete with bed hair and morning breath. “I doubt it.”

“You’ll always be beautiful to me,” he said, stroking her hair gently. His eyes told her more than his words. He believed what he was saying.

“You know the right thing to say.”

She shifted closer to him and kissed him softly, tasting him. The fire built slowly and she moaned. Darryl pulled back and dropped a kiss on her nose.

“A good morning to you too.”

She smiled and stroked her hand down his chest. She couldn’t seem to stop herself from touching him. He was all hard where she was soft and the differences between their bodies fuelled her arousal.

“I like the way you feel,” she told him huskily.

Darryl chuckled. “I can tell.”

Kellie slid closer so that their bodies were touching and pressed against him. Darryl held her close and she snuggled against him, feeling cherished and safe. She settled her head in the crook of his arm and took a deep breath, enjoying his unique scent. She closed her eyes and savoured the moment. Too soon, they would need to get up and go to work.