“Tell me, Melissa,” he whispered as he stroked her into a frenzy. “Tell me that you want me, too.”
* * *
“IWANT YOU,” she said, her palms cupping his behind. Her voice was soft, barely a murmur, but the fire in her eyes confirmed the words. As far as Kyle was concerned, they were the best words he’d heard in a long time. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”
He traced her jawline with the tip of his finger. “Why’s that?”
Her breathing was ragged, and he watched as her areola puckered, all sweet and inviting. He wanted to taste her, but he wanted to listen to what she had to say, too.
She drew in another breath, but didn’t answer. He paused midcaress. “Am I making it hard for you to think? Should I just stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Then tell me.”
“I’m…I’m the wrong sort of girl for you.”
“Seems I’m the best judge of that.” He knew what she meant, of course. Her family, her past. But hedidn’t care. She said she was retired, and he believed her. All that mattered to him now was the way she made him laugh and the way she felt in his arms.
She turned her head, a deep sadness underlying the passion in her eyes. “No illusions, right? We’re just two people who are incredibly attracted to each other.”
“Incredibly,” he confirmed.
“This isn’t…real.” She licked her lips. “It’s just sex.”
It wasn’t just sex to him. He didn’t think anything could be just sex where Melissa was concerned. She opened his heart and that was something he couldn’t deny. But he couldn’t tell her that, not now. And the truth was, he had enough on his plate without trying to squeeze in a relationship. They needed time, and so he was willing to coddle her hesitation. At least for a little while.
“Itwillbe sex,” he said, forcing a grin, “if you’ll shut up and let me get busy.”
It worked. The haunted look in her eyes dimmed, leaving only the desire. A deep, burning desire that fired his senses.
Lord, how he wanted this woman.
“Then hurry up,” she said. “Hurry up and kiss me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He wanted her, needed her, and he took the invitation, greedily pressing his lips to hers and drinking deep. Her lips parted, and their tongues met. It was raw and wild and utterly satisfying. A frenzied buildup of all the passion they’d kept buried. Lord knows he’d been on edge since the first moment he’d seen her.
He had to believe she felt the same way.
“Kyle.” His name was a breathy whisper.
“Hmmm?”
“Get naked.”
“Anything you want.”
“I already told you,” she said. “I want you. And I want you naked. And I want you inside me.”
Her words shot straight to his penis, and he stiffened, fighting the urge to simply sink into her right then, right there. Instead he took five slow breaths and fought for control, then eased jeans and boxers off and kicked them aside.
“Better,” she said. Her fingers teased him, one hand stroking his back, the other finding his hard shaft and stroking him there. He drew in a strangled breath. From the first moment he’d seen her, he’d wanted her, and now she was here. For now, at least, she was his.
He groaned, his entire body filling with pure, sexual need. He wanted to take it slow, to savor everytouch, every moment. But as he stroked her bare flesh and watched the way her chest rose and fell, her breathing ragged, he knew that wasn’t possible. He had to have her, and he had to have her now.
He claimed her with his mouth, and she leaned forward to meet him. Their mouths warred, tasting and demanding, full of heat and lust. He groaned, his entire body on fire, and he broke the kiss.
“I want to see you,” he said, his voice gruff.
