Both of them breathing heavily, they separated, their gazes locking even as he pulled off his socks and boots and she undid the clasp on her jeans so they slipped to the floor. Arms crossed in front of her, she lifted the sweater over her head in one motion. Her pale-pink bra matched the discarded sweater and the edge of lace on her panties.
Sonofabitch, Kenzie was in his bedroom in nothing but her lingerie, and he was damn well going to take a second to enjoy it.
Turned out that was all he got because it took only that long for her to go to work on his belt buckle.
Mackenzie Bennett was a wildcat in the bedroom.
Who. Knew.
He dropped his hands, letting her do whatever the hell she wanted with his body. She lifted his sweatshirt and kissed along the middle ridge of his abs. Her hands found their way between his legs, and she ran them along the hard length of him under the denim. He itched to touch her, but this was her show right now. And he was all about letting artists do their work. So, he refrained.
Licking her way down his stomach, she yanked his belt through the loops in a fast motion that left his head spinning.
She practically purred as she pulled his jeans over his hips, humming to herself in between the licks and kisses.
There was no blood left in his brain because it had all traveled south.
He pulled his shirt off, kicked his jeans aside, and lifted her to the end of the bed. He hadn’t given much thought to the bed when he bought it, but between the bedframe and the memory-foam-topped mattress, the thing was higher than the usual setup. As Kenzie scooted herself back to his pillows, he realized the height might come in handy for a few of the positions her presence inspired, and since she’d picked his bed and not the guest room, he had every intention of trying them all.
He didn’t climb on after her. Instead, he turned and took five steps toward the dresser, dug around the back of the top drawer and found the box of condoms he’d stored there. He tore into the box, grabbed several—they’d need them—and turned on his heel.
He stopped cold.
In the time it’d taken him to grab supplies, she’d lost the lingerie.
He was a celebrity. He knew better than anyone that celebrities were just people with jobs that made everyone feel like they deserved a piece of their lives.
But for the first time, he was starstruck.
His mouth dropped open, he gripped the protection in his hand, and he couldn’t find any words. So instead he just said, “Kenzie.”
In response, she spread her thighs and ran her hand over herself, doing what he should be doing but putting on a damn good show for him. It was like the first time they saw one another and neither could look away. But this time she was touching herself and he was invited.
Lucky. Him.
It had taken him five steps to get to the dresser but it only took three to get back to the bed. Their gazes locked the entire time. He crawled to her and kissed the arch of her foot. He kissed up her ankle, over her right calf, stopping to suck at the sensitive skin behind her knee. He continued up her leg, gentle kisses, slow kisses, to where her fingers rubbed the sensitive nub between her thighs.
Condoms abandoned on the bedspread, he lifted her hand from herself.
“Tucker, I’m almost…”
He wrapped his mouth around her fingers, sucking deep. Mackenzie on his tongue, she stopped talking. A gargled sound came from her throat and she pressed her head into the pillows.
Still sucking her fingertips, he replaced them with his own hand, sliding a finger inside, then two, and using his palm where she’d been working herself.
Her body bucked against his hand.
He released the suction on her fingers and moved his mouth to her center. She was saying something he couldn’t make out, but given her hands pressing his face right where he wanted it, between her thighs, he was sure she was on board with what he had planned with his tongue.
His erection hard against the bedspread, he made love to her with his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Kenzie didn’t talk in bed, but she made a lot of noises. It was on a loud moan that she came on his tongue, her body tensing before relaxing.
He kissed her hip, licked at her navel, and wanted to hug whatever life choices had brought him to this moment. Grabbing a condom from the pile, he continued his trek up her body, pausing at her breasts to give them an abundant amount of attention.
His dick pressed hard against her core, ready for release. He made his way to her neck. Then her jaw. She purred at him.
He found her lips and kissed her, eyes open, connected.
He pulled back, raising himself up over her. “Hi.”
