He ducked down, kissed her. “I love a woman who knows what she wants in bed—especially when she wants me.”
She laughed, but her laugh became a moan as he drew his hips back and thrust into her again. “Oh.”
“More?”
“God, yes.”
He got into a rhythm, keeping it slow, withdrawing almost all the way before thrusting deep again. It had been so damned long. Something swelled inside his chest to see the erotic bliss that unfolded on Kenzie’s face each time he rocked into her, and somehow that made it easier for him to hold on.
Holding his weight off her, he kept an easy pace, her response as enthralling as it was arousing. Her parted lips. The little sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. Her half-closed eyes. The flush in her cheeks. The sweet bite of her fingernails where they dug into his biceps.
“Harrison.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself to him fully, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, her hips meeting his, thrust for thrust. Her every exhale was a little cry now, a look of sexual anguish on her face.
Faster, harder.
Orgasm began to build at the base of his spine, and for a moment he tried to think his way through tying a figure-eight retrace.
Tie a singleeightin the rope two feet from its end, then pass the free end through the tie-in point. Retrace the original eight with the free… God, yeah.
Ah, hell.
He couldn’t focus on knots when he was inside Kenzie.
He shifted his hips so the base of his cock grazed her clit, hoping to speed her up and slow himself down.
Her eyes flew open in surprise, all ten fingernails biting deeper into his skin at once. “What … are you …?Ohh.”
Her words unraveled, became a moan, her eyes drifting shut again.
He fought to keep his pace steady, willed his glutes to relax, watching the pleasure on her face, the tension in her building, her body going taut.
Kenzie, sweet Kenzie.
She gasped, her breath catching for the briefest second before she cried out, the ecstasy that washed over her face a glimpse of paradise, her inner muscles clenching around him, driving him closer to that shimmering edge.
He stayed with her, eager to give her all the pleasure he could. Then he shifted his hips again, sliding deep inside her. This time, he didn’t hold back, driving into her faster, harder, until pleasure crashed over him, carrying him home.
For a time, he lay there, still inside her, his body replete, nothing in his world but the two of them—the pounding of his heart, the soft feel of her beneath him, the tickle of her fingertips tracing lines along his spine. If it had been possible, he’d have stayed like this forever. But it couldn’t be comfortable for her. He outweighed her by almost a hundred pounds.
The condom.
Shit.
He raised himself up, kissed her. “I wish I could sleep inside you.”
“Mmm. So do I.”
He took hold of the condom and withdrew from her, tossing it in the trash and wiping off with a tissue. Then he turned toward her again and drew her into his arms, a strange sense of tenderness settling behind his breastbone.
She rested her head on his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast.”
He stroked her hair, kissed the top of her head, not sure what to say, afraid of what might come out if he opened his mouth. “That’s your doing.”
“Is it?” She sounded happy about that. “You’re incredible, Harrison.”
“Why do you always call me that?”
“Why do I call youHarrison? I don’t know. Maybe because it’s your name?”
