Harrison’s expression went black. “She manipulated you to try to reach me.”
“That’s what I thought, too, and I called her on it. She looked completely taken aback by that suggestion, almost hurt, and swore that wasn’t her intention. She said to call her if you want to talk to a reporter who won’t cross your boundaries.”
“She already crossed my boundaries by bothering you with this.”
Kenzie wiped her lips, set her napkin aside, and went to sit on his lap. She cupped his cheek, kissed him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rain on your evening.”
The anger on his face faded, replaced by an altogether different emotion. “Why don’t you come upstairs and let me get you out of that dress?”
Anticipation shivered through her. “I thought you liked this dress.”
He nuzzled the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Oh, honey, I do. I like everything beneath it, too.”
“How do you know? You haven’t even seen my red silk panties or my bra.”
He moaned, his brow furrowing. “Layers of sexy—is that it?”
“And all for you.”
* * *
Conrad nipped her,tasted her, one hand on the curve of her hip, the other cupping her cheek. “I’d carry you upstairs, but I’d rather watch your sweet ass as you walk up the stairs in front of me.”
“Seriously?” She seemed to find this funny.
“All those sweet curves in motion in a skin-tight dress? Hell, yes, I’m serious.”
“Okay, then.” She slipped off his lap, walked toward the stairs, looking back at him over a soft, bare shoulder. “This way, stud.”
She was too damned good to be real.
He was on his feet in an instant, following her, his gaze fixed on the lush wonder of her ass, the sway of her hips, her narrow waist. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, he was hard—and horny as hell.
He took the top two stairs in a single stride, backed her up against the wall just outside her bedroom, his mouth coming down on hers in a rough kiss. She threw her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, kissing him back with an intensity that matched his own, challenging him for control.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached down, dragged up her gown in fistfuls, until she was exposed to her hips. Without a word, she parted her thighs for him, and his fingers found their way inside her panties.
Oh, fuck, yes.
She was already wet.
“I’ve got a condom.” She reached inside her bra, drew out a packet.
“God, you’re amazing.”
He jerked down his fly, rolled the condom onto his cock, and lifted her off her feet, pinning her against the wall with his weight. Then he reached down with one hand, moved aside the crotch of her panties, and guided himself inside her.
Their gazes met and held as he started to move, fucking her fast and deep and hard, the pleasure he felt reflected in her blue eyes. Being inside her, seeing the effect he had on her, letting her see what she was doing to him—the erotic intimacy of it sent a jolt to his chest.
“Kenzie.” His sweet Kenzie.
Her eyes drifted shut, her next exhale becoming a moan.
She felt so good, so unbelievably good, and he worried he would come before she did. Then she reached down with one hand to stroke herself, turning him on so much that his mouth started talking without any help from his brain. “Stroke that sweet clit. God, Kenzie. Come for me. Come around my cock.”
His control in shreds, he drove into her now, rough and reckless. He wanted her, wanted all of her, wanted to please her.
She gasped, arched, cried out, bliss golden on her face.
