“My house.”
Oh, the man was infuriating.
“Fine,” I said, fighting so many tantrum-styled urges it was ridiculous. “I’m not dressed because you’re standing on my clothes. Your clothes. The ones you allowed me to wear.” I pointed and looked away, mostly because I knew my face was flaming red in color all over again. Plus, I was certain tears were ready to form in my eyes.
Just another ridiculous reaction to him and the silly situation.
When I realized he hadn’t moved for what felt like an eternity, I finally looked at him then toward the clothes. Maybe I’d expected a grin or at minimum a look of amusement. I was given neither, more of a twisted expression of fury.
But he slowly reached down, snatching both into his hand. I also expected at this point he’d toss the items to me. “Take them.”
He held them out, studying me without understanding the pained expression I wore or the tenseness in my muscles. Or maybe I was in the process of shutting down my emotionsaround him. I took a single stride, trying to snatch them from his hand.
He wasn’t letting go.
I tried again, studying the hard clench of his hand when I did. When he didn’t budge, I flitted my eyes to his.
“Fuck. Kenzie. What the hell are we doing here? So much time wasted. So many fucking years I’ve thought about you.”
“You have?”
“Hell, yeah.” He yanked me forward and against him when I’d expected him to storm out after I’d grabbed the clothes.
The change occurred again, only this time, there was no playfulness to either the reflection in his eyes or the heavy breathing in his chest. I put my hands on his chest, but I wasn’t pushing, just standing. Touching.
Waiting.
“Kenzie. I never wanted to hurt you. You don’t understand. I would never want anyone to hurt you.” After taking a deep breath, he crushed his lips into mine.
The urgency was different, becoming such that whatever blip had just occurred was easily forgotten. He held the back of my head, thrusting his tongue past my lips, drinking from my mouth as a man dying of thirst would do.
He slid his other hand down my back, cupping my aching bottom. His hold was all about not letting me go, keeping me close so that I’d accept whatever he was prepared to toss at me.
The ache between my legs was even stronger than before, the scent of my desire wafting between us.
Hunger exploded between us, the rough pads of his fingers tingling my skin as he rubbed his hand up and down my spine.
I was all over him, twining my tongue with his, moaning into the kiss as I allowed my fingers to roam and tangle themselves in his hair.
His lips were soft, his tongue warm, his breath scalding hot and his touch undeniably possessive. Something possessed me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, shifting my hips back and forth against him. The way the ridge of his hard cock was pressed against my naked skin was an amazing aphrodisiac.
He was finished with either one of us teasing each other.
So was I.
With me in his arms, he carried me from the kitchen to the hallway leading to the bedroom. He wasn’t interesting in any additional foreplay either, placing one knee on the bed. With his upper body strength, he gingerly placed me on the bed, still leaning over me when I was placed against the soft comforter.
After breaking the kiss, he palmed the bed, straightening his forearm. The smile had returned but was that of a predator or carnivore and not a man.
My legs were still wrapped around his waist. I lowered them by a few inches, enjoying a few seconds of being allowed to touch his heated skin all over again.
Maybe at some point we’d need to discuss what happened long ago. Or maybe we wouldn’t. With both of us breathing heavily, the moment I wrapped my hand around his cock, placing the tip against my pussy lips, he lowered his head.
Then he thrust the entire length of his shaft inside. For so many years I’d wanted him, using vibrators and touching myself. Envisioning what it would be like. Wishing that I’d have a chance to indulge in my greatest fantasy.
For all those times, nothing had prepared me for the electricity soaring through me or the connection.
“Oh!” I gripped his arms, pulling myself up from the bed. He was huge, so much so the ache in my pussy was as unexpected as it was incredible.
