Wicked Force (Wicked Horse Vegas #4.5)(25)

“Down to the marrow of my fucking bones,” I growl at her. “You know that, right? That I felt as much of it as you did and it was the hardest fucking thing to pull away from you.”

Her expression turns sad and she nods. “Yeah... I know.”

I merely stare at her. I’m barking mad over her and I don’t know what to do. I want to beg her to disregard all of my concerns over us being together. I want her to tell me it’s stupid and that we can make it work.

Or not quite what I want but at least more appropriate, I want her to be the adult and tell me that I’m doing the right thing by leaving her alone. It would ease my conscience for sure.

Instead, her gaze lowers and she turns to the door while pulling the card key from her purse. I feel like I’ve killed her good mood because I know mine sure as hell is gone.

The door unlocks and I feel I’m moments away from losing her. I can’t explain this irrational feeling but I know it to be true.

There’s no explaining my actions other than I let my heart have control and it tells my brain to shut the fuck up. I grab her arm and turn her around toward me. I get a brief moment to see her eyes flare with surprise before I have my hands on her face and my mouth on hers.

She moans in surprise and pleasure, the sound all at once driving away any last bit of rationality I had. Coming off a night listening to the best that Joslyn has to offer to the world, knowing that it was a transcendental experience as was the kiss I gave her, I choose to no longer listen to my conscience and instead take what deep in my heart I know to be all mine.

I press her slight frame into the door and find her tongue with mine. She moans again, but it’s drowned out by my groan of relief at having her mouth. The shared lust between us is palpable and it causes my cock to go hard as a rock. One more moan from her when her hips lift to meet mine and she feels the thick ridge of my shaft.

I about lose my shit when she drops a hand down and cups me so softly, I can barely feel her. But my balls tingle and I pray to fucking God I don’t come just from that slight touch.

Even with that embarrassment at risk, I dare not remove my lips from hers. I deepen the kiss as I drop my hand. It goes to the apex of her legs. To her secret spot and she parts for me. I press my palm to her, feel the warmth through her jeans, and my mouth waters wondering just how magical she’ll taste.

Joslyn bucks from the contact and I use the opportunity to slip the keycard from her hand. I somehow find the slot, get the door open, and push her inside. I do all of this while kissing the everloving fuck out of her, and I don’t stop because to do so would be akin to dying.

I bend, easily lift her to my body, and almost shout into her mouth with joy when she wraps her legs tightly around me.

She presses her hands to my cheeks and pulls away from the kiss just enough that she can murmur into my mouth. “You better not stop, Kynan,” she warns me.

It’s adorable.

I answer her by walking into the master bedroom and tossing her down on the bed. I kick the door closed and reach back to lock it. Then I pull my shirt slowly over my head and let it drop to the floor.

She watches me with eyes of dark denim, or maybe it’s her pupils that have shadowed her look. I smile at her. “I’m not stopping. Ever.”

Joslyn raises a hand, beckoning me to the bed.

Not ever stopping.





Chapter 12



Joslyn



It’s happening.

It. Is. Happening.

My mouth goes dry as Kynan slowly peels his black Jameson shirt over his head. His abs contract, forming a washboard, and I get mesmerized by a dragon tattoo rippling up his ribs and across part of his chest.

He’s simply too beautiful for words, and one day I need to sit down and write a song about that type of beauty. The kind that makes you mindless with need, to where you think you might die if you have to wait another single moment for it to touch you.

Kynan discards the shirt and walks to the bed. I’m sitting near the edge where he dropped me but it’s apparently not what he wants. He merely lifts me up easily under my armpits, puts a knee to the bed, and then pushes me down with his big body coming on top of me.

He kisses me again, ever so slowly, and I can tell he’s not in a rush.

This.

Our first time together.

It’s further proven when his hands oh so slowly wander over my body but going no further than feathering across the top of my clothing. The faintest touch to my breast or a light drag of his knuckles between my legs. I am drowning in need and I feel like I want to cry.

“Please,” I moan as his lips move from my mouth to the side of my neck.

“What do you want, Jos?” he asks in a husky voice.

“You,” I pant as he bites the skin where my neck meets my shoulder.

Kynan lifts his head and smiles down at me. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I want you to make love to me,” I beg him, because he’s already driven me crazy with his soft, slow touches.

“I will,” he murmurs. “First with my mouth, then with my cock.”

A shudder rips up my spine and my eyes flutter closed at the thought of it. I’ve never... done that. I’ve had sex, and it wasn’t good, but never had a man’s mouth...

I go instantly wet and start to squirm. Kynan takes pity on me and helps me out of my clothing, all the while stealing kisses in between. When my breasts are bared to him, he sucks hard on one of my nipples and an ache starts deep in my core.