The moment stood still, neither of them moving. The only sound came from the living room wherePolitics and Public Policy Todayplayed on the television.
She’d never had sex with C-SPAN on in the background. There was a first time for everything, though, because her thighs were heavy, and a buzz formed along the nerve endings between her legs.
“I’m not loud in bed.” She shrugged, trying forlaissez-faireand failing miserably.
Unfortunately, what she said sounded a little like a dare. It did nothing to break the moment or the dissolve the chemistry lesson going on in the air between them.
Linx moved around the counter with intention. He stalked her like she was prey and he was an alpha predator ready to lay claim.
This was ridiculous. This was not who she was. She was a therapist-slash-waitress who liked rock music. The one time she’d tried to hook up with a rock legend, she’d ended up giving him a night of free therapy.
She’d never been the woman who got stalked by a rock star in his kitchen after he made her a sandwich. After he’d given her an orgasm in his freaking garage. After he’d introduced her to his mom and dad and sister.
As he got closer, his brown eyes took her hostage. She had no desire to leave. To run. To be anyone other than Becca of this moment. Becca, who was happy to let this man ravage her.
She separated her thighs as he settled himself between them, standing between her legs. What the hell. She lifted her ankles and wrapped them around him so his fly pressed against her center. Turned out, being prey didn’t really suck like she’d expected. Actually, she was kind of hoping he’d do that eating thing he’d been talking about.
Who needed cake anyway?
“Yet.” He gently pulled back on her hair until her face lifted to his.
“What?” she asked because she didn’t understand what the hell-o he was talking about.
“You’re not loud in bed…yet.” Holding the back of her head, he pressed a dizzying kiss against her mouth. The kiss heated beyond normal kitchen-kiss levels, to where neither of them really cared about anything other than the feel of them together.
Linx broke the kiss long enough to run his lips over and along her cheekbone.
She shivered. “Okay.”
Yup, that’s what she said. Becca, who was usually verbose and had no problem finding words. Something about him made words disappear from her head. He took up all the room and left no space for anything else.
Neither of them were really that hungry anymore—at least she wasn’t and Linx didn’t appear to be, what with the way his tongue was in her mouth and his thick erection pushed against her belly.
“Wait,” she said, pressing her hand against his chest. “What if your family comes back?”
He nuzzled her neck. The echoing zing sizzling through her.
He pulled back again, leaving her dazed and more than a little confused.
“They’re not coming back for a while. Courtney and I talk a big game, but she wouldn’t bring them back so soon. Dad wouldn’t let her, anyway. Not when he was promised food.” He lifted Becca from the stool before she could say anything else.
She didn’t know a ton about Linx, but she hadn’t really pegged him as a multitasker. He seemed more like the type of guy who worked on one thing at a time and gave it all of his attention.
Nope, she was wrong. He could kiss her, carry her, and manage his way up the flight of steps without dropping her. All at the same time.
“I am not,” he said, between kisses. “Coming.” He went back to kissing her more. “In my pants.” Still more kissing. “Again.”
“Good call,” she said as his mouth roamed. “You’ll run out of t-shirt sleeves if you keep that up.”
Come on, that was funny. He barely cracked a smile, though. His pupils were large. His pulse was visible in his throat. Hers beat as a perfect mirror in her veins.
He kicked the door to his bedroom closed behind them, depositing her carefully onto the bed. He was always cautious with her. It made little sense. Didn’t reconcile to the man she’d believed him to be. The man she’d been told he was.
She didn’t need him to be careful, and since words weren’t really her friend right then, she showed him with her mouth. Lips and teeth and fingernails along his back had his erection straining further against the fabric of his jeans.
Then it was a frenzy of clothes coming off between fiery mouths pressed to one another, hands everywhere, and a deep throbbing inside her that craved release.
“I need,” she said as he helped pull her jeans from her feet.
