He released her wrists, but didn’t step back. “Are you sure, Shayla? I’m not a forever kind of guy. If that’s what you’re looking for, then you need to go back to your room.”
She smiled, and reached up to caress the delicious scruff on his chin. “I’m not looking for forever either, Kevin. You know my situation. I can’t stay in one place too long.” She dropped her hand and sighed. “And as much as I love Harland County, we both know I’m going to eventually have to leave. There’s no room in my live for forever. Just right now.”
A small smile twitched his lips. “Just right now?”
“Yep.”
“While we’re in Houston?”
She smiled broadly. “Yes, I like that. While we’re in Houston.”
“Well then,” he said, tugging the tie on her robe. “I do believe you have a need for me to take care of?”
She stepped away from the wall and let her robe fall to the floor, monitor thudding in the soft material.
He inhaled and ran his gaze down her body then back up. “Gorgeous.”
A thrill like no other shot through her. She lifted her chin and sent him a grin. “You’re right, I do have a need. A big one,” she said, reaching for the knot in his towel. “Can you handle it?”
Never had Shayla ever been this brazen. But there was something about this cowboy that just went to her head.
“Only you can answer that, darlin’,” he replied, stepping closer, filling her hand with the towel.
She loosened the knot, then watched, heart hammering in her chest as the white terry fell to the floor, revealing the biggest, mouthwatering erection she’d ever seen. Kevin Dalton truly was beautiful, head to toe. Muscular and ripped, with a sexy sprinkling of hair across his pecs and down his abs in a happy trail that led to a true treasure.
Of course his penis would be perfect, too. Not small or thin or a monster too painful to look at. No. She reached out and took him in her hand. He pulsed, and her body responded in kind. Sweet mercy. He had to be a good nine inches of thick, throbbing heat.
“Well?” He shook, but didn’t make a move to touch her.
She released him and a breath, then met his heated gaze. “I’ve the feeling you’re going to take care of me real good, cowboy.”
A wicked smile crossed his face. “That’s a promise, darlin’.”
They stared for a beat, then lunged at each other, hands caressing every inch in a frenzy of moves, like they wanted to touch everywhere at once. She sure did. His mouth was hot and demanding on hers, drawing a response clear up from her toes.
He tasted of heat and desire, and in a swift move, cupped her ass to lift her up. Shayla immediately wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned at the sheer pleasure of brushing his erection where she ached the most. A second later, he began to walk, and the friction nearly sent her over the edge. The man was delicious. Truly delicious, but before she could fall off that cliff, he set her on the credenza.
She broke the kiss and squeaked. “Cold.”
“No worries, darlin’, I’ll warm you up,” he said against her neck. “But I must apologize. This first time is going to be fast. I’m too far gone. This combustible thing is new to me.”
“Good,” she said, cupping his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Because I can’t wait, Kevin. I’m about ready to burst.”
He smiled into her palm. “Hold that thought, darlin’. I’ll be right back.”
Back?
He disappeared through the door on her left. The half-bath, her memory supplied from the tour he’d given the night before. He left her sitting on the credenza. Naked. But before her mind could formulate any addition thought, he returned with a foil packet in his hand.
“Sorry. Did you start without me?”
She laughed. “No, you goof.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. Just maybe not this time,” he said, before kissing her long and deep.
Deliciously deep.
Holy smokes, the guy could kiss. Decadent, drugging kisses. Shayla was just about to lean into him, when he stepped back and ripped the packet open. Apparently, they were on the same page. She needed to get to the next level. Fast.
“Let me help,” she said, taking the condom from him to roll, and roll down his hard length.
He squeezed his eyes closed and inhaled. “Dammit, woman. You’re killing me.”
She laughed, and added another hand.
His eyes snapped open, and the need darkening his gaze clogged the breath in her throat and stilled her strokes.
He ran his hands up her body, over her breasts as his mouth came down on hers in a fierce, greedy kiss. The heat the man generated engulfed her senses. She needed to touch him, all of him.
Leaning forward, she ran her hands up his chest and shoulders to lock behind his neck where she caressed with her thumb. A sexy groan sounded in his throat and a wicked hand travelled down her curves to stroke between her thighs. He ripped his mouth away and sucked in a breath. “So wet,” he said, stroking again. And again.
She whimpered. “I need you in me…now.” Her body was tight and shaking, ready to snap. “But, what if the credenza breaks?”
He curled his hands around her hips and tugged her to the edge. “I’ll buy another,” he replied as the tip of his erection poked at the most perfect place.
“Yes,” she said, shifting wider to take him in. Hell, she’d buy him another.
Needing no further instruction, Kevin thrust inside her in one sweet move and captured her satisfied cry with his mouth. Heaven help her, she’d never felt anything so intense, so achingly incredible as this man. He filled her completely. Deliciously full. The perfect fit.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “You feel so damn good,” he said, standing there, breathing heavy, letting her adjust to his size.
But she was already shaking.
“Cowboy, if you move it, I promise I’ll lose it.”
A big grin crossed his face. “Yes, ma’am.”
And tightening his grip on her hips, he began to move, driving her out of her ever-loving mind with stroke after incredible stroke. Long and sure, with an angle that hit all her good spots. At once.
Her whole body was on fire and quivering. And she loved it.
Bending down, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, propelling her to that wonderful edge. Shayla moaned and arched closer. He upped his pace, driving into her with his deep, hard strokes. That was it. That’s all it took. She clutched at his shoulders and cried out as she burst into a million and one pieces. He released her nipple, threw his head back and thrust in hard, letting go of one of those sinfully sexy sounds as he followed her with his own release.
Unsure how long they stayed that way, Shayla only knew it took a while for the world to come back into view. Heaven only knew where he’d sent her, but the cowboy had taken her right out of herself.
Hot breath rustled her hair as his chin rested on her head. “I think I like combustible,” she said against his collar bone and felt him chuckle.
He drew back, and out, and smiled down at her. “Me, too, darlin’. Stay put.”
As if she could walk at the moment. She couldn’t even feel her legs. He reappeared, all cleaned up…with another packet in his hand.
Her stomach fluttered. Holy Casanova, he was ready for more?
“Miss me?” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the couch. “Now that we got combustible out of the way, it’s time for round two.”
“Already? I’ve barely recovered from round one.” She blinked up at him as he laid her out on the chaise. And she had been right about the couch. It was comfortable. She sank into an invisible hug. Of course, she never expected to be sprawled out on the cushions buck naked.
“Good,” he said, kneeling down. “Now, close your eyes.”
Her heart rocked in her chest. “Why?” She really wasn’t into kinky things. At least she didn’t think so.
A wicked smile dimpled his cheeks. �
�It’s a surprise. Trust me. You’ll enjoy it.”
Digging deep, Shayla nodded and closed her eyes, letting go of the last of her inhibitions and doubts. The man had been with a lot of women. Which was a good thing, her mind insisted, because now, she could reap the rewards.
At the first feather-light touch of his hands, she jumped.
“Easy, darlin’.”
She exhaled and reclosed her eyes. Give up control. Have fun, she told herself, and slowly began to enjoy the sensations his fingers created, skimming, caressing every inch of her body, except the tip of all her good spots. Damn him.
“I love freckles,” he said against her ear and little shivers washed over her skin.
Never the same. The unknowing, the unexpected, all added to the titillation, and before long, her body was humming, and hungry, and needed more. Needed him to stroke her and take her. Now.
As if knowing, Kevin’s touch grew stronger, bolder, and soon his mouth got in on the game. He kissed her over and over, then down her throat, as he slipped a finger between her legs. Shayla cried out at the unexpected pleasure and touch. With her eyes still closed, she rocked up to meet his strokes, and soon he had her panting, ready to take that dive again.
Then he did the unthinkable. Stopped kissing. Stopped touching. And she’d been so close. Fighting desperately to resist the urge to open her eyes, she clutched the cushions and listened for the sound of him opening the packet.
Yes, open the packet, she silently urged.
But the sound never met her ears, and just when she didn’t think she could stand the suspense anymore, his hands skimmed up her legs and pushed them wider as she felt the delicious tickle of his breath on her thighs.
Then he licked her.
Shayla’s eyes snapped open and hips lifted off the cushion, but the man was wise. He used the opportunity to grasp her tight and his mouth burrowed deep. Holy… Breath hitched in her throat and her eyes rolled back in her head. He was a master. The cowboy was a master. She wasn’t going to last long.
“Kevin.” She forced her eyes open. “I…can’t…hold…”
He lifted his head and the most sinful smile crossed his handsome face. “Then don’t.”
The image she’d once had of the Casanova going down between her legs did not do the man justice. He was breathtaking. Blue eyes blazing wild, and dark and hungry. Exactly how she felt.
“Don’t hold back, Shayla. You’re delicious. I want to taste all of you.” He put his mouth back on her, and did something incredible with his lips, or tongue, she couldn’t be sure, but she settled back and closed her eyes, lost in the delectable sensations.
And when he added a finger and began to stroke while his mouth continued to lap, the tight band building and building inside her snapped. Her deep moan filled the room as he prolonged her orgasm with skillful precision. Then he slowed his strokes and licked one last time before he drew back and met her gaze.
“You’re exquisite. I can’t wait to do that again.”
“Me either,” she said between breathes. “Except I have nothing left to give.”
A lopsided grin tugged his talented mouth. “You are so wrong,” he said, ripping open the foil packet and sheathing his erection. “And I’m going to prove it.
Crawling up her body, Kevin kissed and stroked every curve, paying extra attention to each breast. Much to Shayla’s surprise, heat returned to her belly in a delicious, all-consuming warmth and sparked her good parts back to life.
Damn, he was good.
She writhed underneath him, quivering and trembling, in desperate search of release. As if knowing exactly what she needed, he shoved that glorious erection deep inside, and this time, they both cried out at the sheer pleasure.
“So damn good,” he said, lifting up, muscles bulging in his arms as he began to thrust, over and over again.
The band of desire returned, and at explosion imminent stage. No building required. She was there in one-point-two seconds. As sensations wracked her body, her gaze remained glued on the man. Eyes closed, mouth open, tightness worked across his face as he propelled them closer and closer to climax.
Magnificent.
And that was her last thought as her third orgasm ripped through her with such unexpected force she gripped the cushions, wrapped her legs around his hips and took him farther inside.
“Hell yeah,” he said, voice rough before he drove into her in one deep thrust and shuddered with his own release.
Chapter Ten
“Okay, Kev. I’ll bite. What gives?” Cole asked the following day, tossing his pen on his desk before leaning back in his chair. “Your mouth has been curved upward the whole morning. How come? Hot date last night?”
Kevin shook his head and held his friend’s stare. “Nope. Haven’t had a date since…well…last year.” His constant smile broadened.
Technically, his day with Shayla and Amelia at Sea World yesterday hadn’t been a date. Neither had their alone time last night. More of a mutual coming together of sorts.
Multiple times.
“Being that it’s early January, I won’t alert Kade’s unit just yet.”
He glanced up from his laptop and snickered. “Oh, you are just a riot today, bossman.”
“And you are full of shit, Kevin.” Cole laughed. “What exactly is going on between you and Shayla? You’ve had, what, two nights together now?”
“What exactly are you fishing at, Cole?”
No way was he about to discuss the numerous orgasms he gave the woman last night, although he knew the number and it made him stand a little taller today. And that wasn’t even counting the one in his bed this morning.
In his bed.
No woman had ever been to his penthouse before, let alone slept in his bed. Until now. Until Shayla. This fact should freak his ass out, but for the moment, he was still living on the high from the incredible release he’d achieved at daybreak surrounded by her warm, wet, pulsing walls.
Shit.
He shifted in his seat in front of his boss’ desk. Now he was hot and hard, ready to break open the new box of condoms he’d purchased on his way into work that morning.
“You’ve slept with her,” Cole stated, gaze neutral, voice devoid of judgment. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“What are you talking about?” Okay, so he hadn’t exactly copped to the fact. And it was always best to deflect a taboo subject with a question.
His buddy sat back in his seat, elbows on the armrest, fingers steepled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, buddy. I’m not stupid. The two of you have chemistry. Hell, I certainly wouldn’t have lasted two nights cooped up with Jordan that first spring.”
Kevin nodded. “You two were electric. Lots of sparks flew when she’d first returned. Still do.”
A warm smile stole across Cole’s face as his gaze appeared lost in thought. “Yeah, she was a spitfire, all right.”
Kevin nodded again. It had been such a treat to watch the woman knock his friend back into the land of the living. And Cole hadn’t returned quietly.
“And spitfires are hard to resist, especially when there’s chemistry involved.” A firm, direct gaze bore into him from across the desk. “Isn’t that right, buddy?”
Busted.
Whatever. He shrugged, still not verbally copping to anything.
His boss’ chuckle drifted through the room. “You might as well give it up, pal. You’ve been walking around today with such a satisfied look on your face, even the janitor noticed.”
He stilled, wondering briefly if his friend was pulling his leg. “Bullshit. I’m smiling. So what? I always smile.”
“True.” Cole nodded. “But this time, it’s different. This time it’s more.”
“More what?”
His friend shrugged, lifting his hands. “I don’t know. More complete, I guess.”
More complete…
Maybe. He certainly felt it. And he wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it, or if the
feeling was a good thing or not. Bachelors don’t normally need a woman to make them complete. Just for physical relief. Which was what he and Shayla had agreed on. Maybe the more complete feeling stemmed from achieving that physical relief.
Several times.
“So, as I said. I hope you know what you’re doing, Kev. Shayla’s got it tough.”
“I know.” Kade had already pointed that out when he’d warned him off.
Shit. Kade.
He sat back in his chair and rubbed his jaw. He’d fully intended to heed his cousin’s warning and not mess with Shayla, but when the beauty had stood naked under that damn robe, fingers stroking a trail of fire down his torso, succulent mouth confessing she wanted him, too, he was a goner. And when she tossed out the Just Right Now proposition…he’d grabbed on with both hands. The perfect solution, perfect fit to the Sex with Shayla puzzle burning in his head for weeks, interrupting his sleep and thought process. Dropping his hand, he blew out a breath. He’d deal with Kade when they got back. For now—Just Right Now—satisfying Shayla was his priority.
Noting the concern in Cole’s eyes, yet determined to keep the particulars to himself, he decided to give his friend a crumb. “We both agreed to act on the chemistry thing while we’re here in Houston. No big deal.”
His buddy blinked. Face deadpan serious. “I see. You both agreed to just have sex. No relationship, and only while you are here in Houston.”
“Yes.”
Cole snorted. “I give you a week.”
“What the hell are you talking about now?”
“Once you’re both back in Harland County, going about your own life, you aren’t going to last one week without falling into bed with her again.”
“Bullshit. You forget who you’re talking to.” What was up with Cole? His tie knotted too tight? Not enough oxygen to the brain? “If I want sex, there are plenty of women I can approach and not worry about them crying relationship to me.”
“Of that I have no doubt, buddy. But I’m not talking about sex.”
Kevin shook his head, then pressed a knuckle to his suddenly throbbing temple. “You aren’t making sense, bossman. I think you may need more coffee.” He released his head and pointed to the door. “Want me to buzz Stella?”
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