He grinned. “Spend a few days in sixty below. Nothing feels cold after that.”
She tried to imagine that, decided she didn’t want to. “I suppose not.”
She went upstairs, washed her face, and brushed her teeth.
Harrison met her at the top of the stairs. “I put the dogs in their crates.”
“Thanks.” She walked into the bedroom. “I’m afraid that when I close my eyes I’m going to see her again.”
Harrison dropped his duffel near the foot of her bed. “Come here.”
She slipped into his arms, grateful for the shelter of his embrace.
He kissed the top of her head, spoke in a husky voice. “I could try to give you something else to think about.”
“You can’t possibly be turned on by me in this outfit.” She drew back and glanced down at her shapeless sweatshirt.
“It has nothing to do with what you’re wearing.” He lifted the sweatshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. “It’s about what’s beneath. I’ve seen you. Tasted you. Been inside you.”
Good freaking grief! Was he trying to make her spontaneously combust?
He undressed her and then himself and followed her into bed. Then he made long, slow love to her, taking his time with her, pleasing her with lips, tongue, and fingers before burying himself inside her and leaving her satiated and exhausted.
She snuggled against him. “Best sleeping pill ever.”
He chuckled, kissed her forehead. “Good.”
As she drifted off, the only thing on Kenzie’s mind was how amazing it felt to be held in his strong arms.
Chapter 14
“What the …?”Conrad jolted awake to find Kenzie going down on him, her hand and mouth gliding in tandem up and down the length of his cock, her tongue swirling over the aching head, the first hint of orgasm making his balls draw tight. “God.”
He’d thought it was a dream.
She looked up at the sound of his voice, her gaze meeting his, the desire in those sultry blue eyes bringing him close to the edge.
He slid his fingers into the silk of her hair, watching her, her breasts bobbing, her nipples tight. He willed himself to hold his hips still, letting her have her way with him because—God, yes—she seemed to know what she was doing. Relentless, she devoured him, until he was going out of his mind, desperate to come and just as desperate not to.
Tighter. Faster.
And her tongue—what the hell was she doing?
He was breathing hard now, every exhale a moan, heat gathering in his groin, his body tense, on the brink. No woman had ever done this to him, stripping him so completely of control, getting him so worked up.
Orgasm hit him with the force of an avalanche, driving the breath from his lungs, engulfing him in pleasure. She pulled her mouth off him, finishing him with her fist, cum shooting thick and white against her breasts.
He lay there for a moment, eyes closed, too dazed to move, too stunned to speak, too content to think.
Hot lips kissed a path up his body. “Good morning.”
“Yeah,” he said, stupidly.
He opened his eyes, watched her reach for a tissue and wipe herself clean.
“You had a hard-on. I couldn’t let it go to waste.”
Conrad’s brain began to reboot. “I like the way you think.”
