She started to say something about how he was doing fine on his own, when he lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked, a rush of pleasure turning her words into a whimper. Her fingers found their way into his damp hair, desire burning through her until shehadto have him inside her.
“Fuck me.Now.”
He grinned, shook his head. “Patience.”
Without breaking eye contact, he kissed his way down her body.
Her pulse quickened. Was he going to—?
He got to his feet at the foot of the bed, took her by the ankles, and dragged her slowly toward him, kneeling on the floor and pushing her thighs wide apart.
“Oh, God.”
He was.
She covered her face with her hands, the anticipation almost too much as he parted her, his gaze hot upon her.
Then he tasted her, a single slow lick.
She gasped, her hips bucking at the shock of it, her fingers flying down to catch in his hair.
He moaned. “I love the way you taste.”
Another slow lick.
She whimpered.
Then he lowered his mouth to her—and suckled.
“Oh … my… God.”
The heat of his mouth. The sweet suction. The caress of his lips on her clit.
She fought to hold still. “That … feels …so… good.”
No man had ever done it exactly like this before, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. She arched, wiggled her hips, twisting to get away, but she didn’t want to escape—not really. He pressed his forearm across her hips to hold her still, his mouth relentless. There was nothing for her to do but give in. Then he slid a finger inside her, stroking her, stretching her, stoking that sweet ache.
She came with a cry, orgasm washing through her in a surge of bliss, lifting her up and up and up and leaving her to float somewhere beyond the sky.
For a time, she lay there, her eyes closed, her body warm and languid.
When she felt Harrison’s weight shift, she opened her eyes.
He had torn open a condom wrapper and was rolling the condom down the length of his erect cock. His gaze met hers. “Are you sure you want this?”
She reached for him. “Shut up, and fuck me.”
* * *
Conrad settledhimself between Kenzie’s thighs, his heart thrumming, her musky scent filling his head, her taste still on his tongue.
She lay beneath him, looking beautiful, her dark hair fanned out against the pillow, her breasts flushed from her climax, her pupils wide. She took hold of his cock to guide him, moaning as he nudged himself inside her.
Even through the condom, she was heaven—slick, hot, tight. “Oh, God.”
He pushed himself deeper until he was buried inside her and then held himself there, giving her time to adjust to the feel of him—and giving himself a chance to relax and get his body under control. He’d never been a minute man, and he sure as hell didn’t want to start with Kenzie.
She gave an impatient whimper, lifted her hips, urging him on. “Please.”
