Before I could protest, he spun me around and gently pushed me toward the bed. I fell onto the mattress with a soft laugh, and when I looked up at him, my breath caught. He was magnificent, all lean muscle and masculine perfection. The way he was looking at me made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. I had zero shame about being completely nude with the lights on. He looked at my body like it was art to be studied.
He lowered himself over me, his hard chest pressing against my breasts. He kissed me. His tongue swept inside my mouth. I lost myself completely in his kiss and the way his mouth moved against mine with such desperate hunger. His hands roamed my body like he was trying to touch every inch at the same time. He rubbed over every sensitive spot, making me arch beneath him. When he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped me.
“I love that sound,” he murmured against my throat, his voice rough with desire. “Make it again.”
He found that spot just below my ear that sent shivers racing down my spine. I obliged him without even meaning to. My hands tangled in his dark hair, holding him to me as he worked his way lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone.
“Kent,” I breathed and felt him smile against my skin.
“I’m right here,” he said, lifting his head to look at me. The intensity in his hazel eyes made my heart skip. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Something in his tone made me search his face, looking for whatever shadow I thought I’d glimpsed there. But then he was kissing me again, deeper this time, and all coherent thought fled my mind. There was only the weight of him above me, the heat building between us, and the way he touched me. The man had turned me into a lusty lady. I’d had sex before. Even liked it. But with him, it was like trying to compare seeing the night sky in a picture versus actually seeing it with your own eyes.
It was a million times better. Every one of my senses was involved. He knew right where to touch. When to nibble and then when to kiss. My body was his instrument to play.
I pulled him closer, needing more contact, more of everything he was offering. Tonight, he was mine, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.
His gaze shifted to something behind me, and his grin turned absolutely wicked. “Oh, this is perfect,” he said, reaching over me to grab something from my bedpost.
I turned to see what he was after and felt my cheeks flame. “Kent, no.”
But it was too late. He’d already snatched the ridiculous pink Santa hat I’d hung there as part of my Christmas decorating and plopped it on his head. The fuzzy white pom-pom dangled jauntily over one eye.
“How do I look?” he asked, striking a pose that was equal parts ridiculous and devastatingly sexy.
I burst into laughter, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep in my chest. “You look absolutely ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously sexy, you mean.”
“Ridiculously something,” I gasped between giggles.
He crawled onto the bed, the hat still perched on his head, and suddenly the laughter died in my throat. Seeing this powerful, confident man wearing my silly Christmas decoration made my heart do strange flip-flops. He was being playful,uninhibited, letting his guard down in a way that felt intimate beyond just the physical.
“Now,” he said, settling between my legs. “Where were we?”
His hands skimmed up my thighs, and I forgot all about laughing. I forgot about everything except the way he was touching me, looking at me, making me feel like I was the center of his universe.
His tongue was lapping over one nipple when he suddenly froze. His head popped up, and he looked at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t have any more condoms. I brought two. Do you have one?”
I did. I felt my cheeks burn.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” he said and rolled off me. “I’m glad you have one. Or several. Where? I’ll get it?”
I pointed to the bathroom. “Bottom drawer under some washcloths.”
He chuckled “You hide your condoms?”
“I didn’t want anyone to accidentally find them.”
“Why? Please don’t tell me they think you’re a virgin.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I discuss my sex life with my brother or parents. And yes, I think they would prefer to think of me as a virgin. I don’t want to dispel that belief.”
He strolled into the bathroom, his body moving like a sleek panther. When he returned, he held the box just right under the light.
