“Tori,” he murmured, “you’re literally going to bring me to my knees.”
I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out. His eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his hands curling on my hips as he lifted me up on the bed, stepping between my knees.
I was down to nothing but a pair of practical cotton panties, while he was down to a pair of fitted boxer briefs. Every inch of Kincaid was muscle, and I took the moment to study him. He was tall with a lean frame. I knew his job demanded fitness, but even then, there was an edge to him, almost a leashed strength and energy, even when he was still.
My fingers trailed over a jagged scar on one of his shoulders. “A branch,” he offered. “Not even when I was working. I was hiking and slipped on a rock.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
My exploring fingers discovered another scar, this one along the edge of his ribs.
When my eyes lifted to his in question, he explained, “I was working for that one. Rocks are unforgiving.”
I leaned close and pressed a kiss on it, savoring the sound of air drawing in through his teeth. I dragged my palm over his thick length, eliciting another hiss of his breath. He dipped his head, nipping lightly on the side of my neck. I shivered, arching into his touch like a purring cat.
Once again, it felt as if a flame spun around me, catching me in its heat, like fire with oxygen pouring in. His touch kindled the heat higher and hotter. His lips blazed a trail down my neck, teasing my nipples, mapping over my trembling belly.
Somewhere along the way, he shifted me back, his hand flattening as he slid it down between my breasts, a teasing touch of his thumb on one. The calloused surface of his palm sent sparks leaping over my skin. He murmured something against my belly before his fingers hooked on the edge of my panties.
I distantly heard him tell me, “Lift your hips.”
Without hesitation, I did as he asked, because I would have done anything he asked in this moment. He dragged them down over my legs, and I heard the sound of the fabric rumpling to the floor. On the heels of a gasping breath, his palms were sliding up my calves before I felt them pressing my thighs apart.
I was breathless and needy, so, so needy. He dropped hot kisses on the insides of my calves and then thighs. Who knew that skin just where my knee bent was so wildly sensitive? Not me. Ever. I was shivering and trembling, each kiss like a hot pebble dropped in a pond, the sensation and heat radiating outward.
“Tori…”
At the sound of his gruff voice, I dragged my eyes open, meeting his.
His fingers teased into the slick wetness of my sex, and I bit my lip, unable to keep a whimper from escaping. He sank two fingers inside of me. I cried out again when he drew them out and licked my arousal off of them. It was a good thing I was already lying down on a bed, because I would have completely combusted and melted on the spot. Seconds later, he brought his mouth to my sex, and proceeded to drive me simply out of my mind.
Lazy licks with his tongue, teasing pumps with his fingers, exploring me slowly and languidly, pushing me to the edge. I lost all sense of time. All I knew was that I was chasing the relief from the pressure building inside. A sense of pleasure drew tighter and tighter. I could feel it building, the tease of it so intense, until I begged, “Kincaid, please…”
My voice was a rasp, broken by my gasps. One deep pump of his fingers, and I felt the graze of his teeth over my clit. He sucked lightly, and everything that was drawing tight inside broke apart with a piercing burst of pleasure. I was shuddering all over, my fingers flexing against the comforter as I cried out.
I was near liquid and boneless by the time the intensity of the pleasure abated. I was gasping, still trying to catch my breath. I distantly absorbed the sense of him moving, my eyes dragging open to see him rolling on the condom he’d had the foresight to toss on the bed.
His weight eased over me, and I savored the feel of it when he brought his mouth to mine with a lazy kiss. I could taste myself on him, the subtle salty tang. I loved it.
“Tori,” he rasped, and I dragged my eyes open. “Is this still okay?”
I could feel his thick crown pressing at my entrance. As if it could be anything other than okay. But I understood he was asking, and he wanted an answer.
My head barely moved as I whispered, “Yes, please…”
I was begging. Again. Because even though he had just given me the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, I wanted more. “I want all of it. Please,” I added as he held my gaze.
I cried out at the sensation of him filling me in a slow thrust.
Chapter Fifteen
Kincaid
I want all of it. Please.
Tori’s eyes were dark, and I nearly came at the feel of her clenching around me as I seated myself deeply inside of her.
I held still for a beat. She took a shaky breath along with me. I had to keep still for several moments, just to keep from coming inside of her instantly. She felt so good with her knees rising up, one foot curling around my calf.
