She approached him slowly, shedding her bra along the way. A low groan issued from his lips as he followed her progress, eyes unblinking, pupils flared. The look on his face was intoxicating.
The power of baring herself to this man, body and soul, surged through her veins, a high even better than cruising at twenty thousand feet. It made no sense, but no way in hell was she going to stop.
Asshe neared the sofa, she kicked off her running shoes and dropped her jeans and panties.
“Caitlyn, Jesus.” Kurt gripped the front edge of the cushion, his knuckles white, his voice hoarse.
She smiled and lowered herself gently onto his lap. “Is this okay?” The edge of his sockets pressed against the backs of her thighs, but not painfully. She was more concerned about hurting him.
His hips twitchedat the contact. “Hell, yeah.”
She kissed him, melting into his warm body, threading her hands into his short hair. He responded eagerly but kept his arms at his sides even as his pelvis rocked against hers.
Pulling back, she held his rough cheeks. “What’s wrong?”
“Not a goddamned thing.”
“Why won’t you touch me?”
He glanced between them and chuckled. “I’m pretty sure this counts.”
“Kurt.”She rolled her hips and his eyes glazed. “I take back what I said earlier. I thought that was obvious.”
“Sure.” He shrugged, his eyes never leaving her face. “I’m just giving you full control.”
Tears—for God’s sake,tears—burned at the backs of her eyes.
Fuck that.
She kissed him hard and grabbed his hands, placing them on her breasts.
He smiled into the kiss and murmured, “Yes, ma’am,” againsther lips. Then he caressed her eager flesh as his mouth moved lower, trailing sparks down her neck and along her shoulder.
Head thrown back, she arched into him and gave a lusty moan, her body more fully alive than she’d ever imagined possible. His lips scorched across her skin like a brushfire. When his mouth closed over her nipple, she nearly jumped out of his lap.
He thought he wasgivingher control? More like unraveling it.
And she couldn’t care less.
As he caressed and teased, she reached between them to unbutton his pants and slip her hand into his boxers. He hissed at her touch, but didn’t stop driving her mad with his clever tongue.
His penis was smooth and warm, pulsing in her hand as she stroked. He let his head drop back with a groan, but continued caressing and exploringwith his hands, moving lower until he found the sensitive spot between her thighs.
Her body spooled up like a propeller, gaining momentum as he touched her with expert fingers. Their breath filled the air, hot gasps, desperate sighs, and hushed moans as they drove each other higher, undulating together in an ancient rhythm.
Sweat pebbled on Caitlyn’s skin. She flushed hot and cold as she racedtoward the sweet reward promised in Kurt’s every touch.
Her breath stopped and she turned weightless, catapulted into the stars as he brought her to ecstasy.
The force of it left her speechless. And eager for more. Still buzzing, she rose onto her knees and guided him between her thighs, sliding down until he was buried deep.
“Ah, God.” His low voice rumbled through her. He gripped her hipsand set a steady pace that drove her wild.
Watching Kurt come undone was almost as intoxicating as his touch.
“Caitlyn.” He went rigid and stopped moving, releasing a groan of pure anguish. “No condom.”
“I’m clean,” she said, quickly. “It’s been years.”
