A jolt of raw lust shot through him to know she’d been thinking of having sex with him, planning for it, preparing for it.
“God, woman, I adore you. What the hell are we doing down here?”
They kicked off their shoes, then she took his hand and led him upstairs.
“I’ll meet you in the shower.” She turned away to her bedroom, probably to get the condoms, leaving him to get acquainted with her bathroom.
There was an antique claw-foot tub in front of the window and a narrow walk-in shower stall in the corner. The walls were painted a cool shade of white, pale stone tiles on the floor. He found a couple of fluffy white towels, hung them on the rack outside the shower, and then peeled off his shirt just as she walked in behind him.
He turned, stopped, and stared, blood rushing to his groin.
She had stripped out of her clothes and slipped into a white silk robe, her dark hair hanging free around her shoulders, the thin fabric outlining her body in tantalizing detail, her nipples dark and pebbled, the skin of one thigh exposed.
“I hope these work.” She handed him a box.
Condoms. Extra thinandextra large.
He grinned. “What if I need Tom Thumb size?”
She laughed, her gaze locked with his as she unzipped his jeans, took his erection in hand, and circled her thumb over the straining head. “I don’t think so.”
He sucked in a breath, the muscles of his belly jerking tight. “Kenzie.”
They worked together to strip away his jeans, Conrad catching his socks with his thumbs as he pulled the denim free. Hell if he would get caught in the sock gap—that awkward moment when a man stood there wearing nothing but a stiff dick and socks.
Definitelynotsexy.
He tossed his jeans aside and then stood there, letting Kenzie explore him.
She ran her hands over his pecs and down his abdomen to his obliques. “God, you’re gorgeous. I could stare at you all day.”
He’d never been called gorgeous before. Ripped. Hot. But never gorgeous. Then again, most of the women he’d been with had been climbing groupies who only wanted his dick—and maybe bragging rights. “I hope not all day. I had other things in mind.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?” Kenzie took his cock in hand again and stroked his length, her touch making his breath catch.
Damn. “Like that.”
He willed himself to hold still, fought the urge to thrust into her hand, knowing he had to stop her sooner rather than later. It had been so long since a woman had touched him, and he didn’t want this to end before it began. Besides, it washisturn.
He reached out, tugged on the tie that held her bathrobe in place and pushed it from her shoulders. It fell in a puddle of white at her ankles, leaving her bared to him.
He sucked in a breath, his heart hitting his breastbone at the sight of her. “You are …beautiful.”
A dusky nipple peaked through silky strands of dark hair, her breasts full enough to fill his hands. Her narrow waist drew attention to the curves of her hips. Her belly wasn’t flat, but gently rounded, a triangle of thick, dark curls between her thighs.
He wanted to touch every inch of her, taste every inch of her.
She was nervous too, her breathing fast and shallow.
Or maybe that was arousal.
He took the weight of her breasts into his hands and stroked their dark tips with his thumbs, watching as her body tensed and her eyes drifted shut. “You like that.”
“Yes.”
He moved his hands over her skin, savoring the feel of her as she had done with him—the fullness of her breasts, the flare of her hips, the silk of her skin. Everything about her was soft and sensual and feminine. Then he reached down and cupped her, giving his fingers free rein, seeking out her hidden places, stroking her clit.
She grabbed onto his free arm as if to steady herself, her nails biting into his skin.
