Love in the Afternoon

by Alison Packard

  Her heart leaped in excitement as his eyes boldly raked over her. She wasn’t completely naked. Not yet. She stood before him in her lacy blue bra, matching thong and her sandals. Her nipples were taut, straining against the sheer fabric of her bra, and between her legs, her sex pulsed.

  Needing to feel his lips on hers again, she reached out, clutched his shirt with her fingers and pulled him toward her. His eyes widened in surprise, and then his lips found hers once again. She kissed him hungrily, lost in a vortex of passion she might never emerge from. As their ravenous kiss continued, she felt his hand slip up her spine to the nape of her neck. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he took possession of her mouth, and nothing that had come before prepared her for the ravishing onslaught of his lips.

  This was no gentle kiss. It was raw, blistering and so hot it was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling. The desire she’d been suppressing for most of the day exploded; her body practically convulsed with it. Blindly, she reached for the hem of his shirt and moaned against his mouth when she slid her hands under it and touched his bare skin.

  She’d wondered if his skin would be warm to her touch. It was. She’d also wondered if his muscles would feel as hard and solid as she imagined them to be. They were. So far, everything about him had exceeded her expectations.

  There was only one problem. He was still wearing his clothes.

  Breaking their kiss, she tugged his shirt upward. Releasing her, he lifted his arms so she could pull it over his head. She flung it to the floor and let her gaze wander over his sculpted chest. Except for a light coating of fine blond hair, it was smooth and tapered down to a tight waist with rock hard abs. His jeans rode low on his hips and she noticed another smattering of fine golden hair trailing down from his belly button to disappear under the waistband of his jeans. She imagined following that trail with her lips, and when she noticed the bulge between his legs, she felt a hot blush spread over her face. Jerking her head up, she met Sean’s fiery gaze.

  “My turn,” he said, lifting his hand to front clasp of her bra. Deftly, he opened it with his fingers. It loosened and he slid it off of her shoulders. She let it fall to the floor behind her. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said as his hands rose to her breasts. His fingers brushed lightly over her taut nipples, electrifying her. “I wanted you the second I saw you.”

  “You did?” she whispered, stunned that he’d even noticed her back then.

  “Yes.” His gaze lowered to her breasts.

  “I have a confession,” she said without thinking. “I had a huge crush on you in high school.”

  He looked up, his brow lifting in surprise. “Really?”

  “Yes. Back then my schoolgirl fantasies never got this far. I just wanted you to take me to the senior prom.” She paused, nervously biting her lower lip. She couldn’t believe she’d just told him that.

  He leaned in and planted a searing kiss on her mouth. Within seconds she was reduced to a quivering mass of gelatin. Damn, the man can kiss. His tongue was hot and smooth as it stroked hers. She’d certainly never imagined this in any of her high school fantasies. “I want you,” he muttered against her lips.

  “I want you too,” she whispered, lifting her hands to twine her fingers in his soft hair. Their lips fused hotly and she forgot everything except her raging desire for him. His hands spanned her waist and he pulled her against him. The hard ridge of his shaft pressed into the juncture of her thighs, filling her with unbridled anticipation.

  So wrapped up in the sensations that were flooding her body, she was surprised when she felt the edge of the bed against her knees. Sean lifted his lips from hers. “Sit,” he said in a low voice.

  With her heart beating wildly, Kayla sank down on the bed. Sean crouched down in front of her, and after removing one sandal from her foot, he reached for the other foot and did the same thing. Shifting his weight to his knees, he put his hands on the bed on either side of her hips. His face was level with hers and when their eyes met, she felt a surge of longing so powerful it took her breath away.

  “Whatever you want,” he said. The silky cadence of his voice caused a lurch of excitement to flow through her body but all she could do was stare mutely at him. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he said and then lowered his mouth to her breast. His lips closed over her nipple, gently sucking it until she gasped in pleasure. Then he moved to the other one, continuing the sweet torture until she had to lift her hands to his shoulders to keep from falling back on the bed in a boneless heap.

  After paying homage to her breasts for a number of pleasurable seconds, he pulled back, slid his hands to her hips and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong. Grasping his shoulders, she eased up so he could pull it off.

  The thong hadn’t even hit the floor before he returned his attention to her breasts. He caressed them with his hands, kissed them with his lips and teased her nipples with his tongue. She’d never realized her breasts were so sensitive, but under Sean’s talented mouth she was becoming more aroused by the second. Liquid warmth pooled between her legs, and her body throbbed with a need only he could satisfy.

  He looked up at her, and when she met his sizzling gaze, all she could hear was the primitive beating of her heart. It echoed in her head, urging her to give in to her most basic instincts. And when his hands moved to her knees, she did. She didn’t resist when he gently spread her legs.

  “Do you know how painful it is walking around all day long with a hard-on you can’t do anything about?” The cadence of his voice was low, his touch delicious.

  “I’m afraid I don’t,” she said, lowering her hands and bracing them behind her on the bed.

  “It’s frustrating as hell,” he said, sliding his hands over her soft skin. He stopped just before the juncture of her thighs. He didn’t touch her, but he was so close her sex clenched and throbbed.

  Suddenly, she was the one feeling the frustration.

  Leaning forward, he closed his firm wet mouth over her breast. He drew on her nipple, suckling and teasing her until her breath caught in her throat and she arched in pleasure, offering him her breasts. Seconds later, he turned his attention to her other nipple. The sensation of his lips on her taut peak was incredibly arousing; every wet rasp of his tongue sent a current of electricity straight to her core.

  She felt like a voyeur as he trailed his lips to her midriff but she couldn’t seem to help herself. Watching him was erotic; she couldn’t look away. As he moved lower, she spread her legs wider, amazed at how wanton she’d become.

  Grasping the chenille bedspread with her hands, all she wanted was for him to touch her intimately, but instead he pressed a tantalizing kiss on the inside of one thigh and then the other. And then maddeningly, he trailed his fingers over the tops of her thighs. Her skin prickled and her nipples grew taut. She was beginning to think he was torturing her on purpose.

  Slowly, his lips moved closer. Desire clawed at her, hot and sharp. Biting her lip, she whimpered with relief and pleasure when his tongue finally dove into her feminine folds. He gave her a long lick that sent a slow throb of desire pulsing through her body. He did it again, but this time he found her clitoris. Her hips jerked in pleasure not only because of what he was doing to her, but because she was watching him do it.

  It didn’t take long for her hips to undulate under his rhythmic ministrations. Closing her eyes, she got lost in the pleasure of it all. Her clit felt engorged and her lower body, especially her sex, felt heavy and warm. “Sean…” she whispered his name. Kayla heard his low growl, and then he plunged his tongue into her opening. Her passion hit the roof and a shuddering moan slipped from her lips. As Sean continued his erotic assault on her, a shot of something steamy coursed through her body. Every feeling she had was centered between her legs, and that became clearly evident when he withdrew his tongue from her and moved up to suckle her clit. It was so intense she almost screamed. She thrust her hips against his face, her orgasm teetering on the edge.

 
; As if he knew that, Sean slid his hand up to her hips. Digging his fingers into her, he pulled her roughly against his mouth and kissed her burning flesh with a voraciousness that thrilled her. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t stop her soft moans of pleasure. He was too thorough, and she was too far gone. He found her clit again, and that’s when it happened. Her body exploded into a million tiny pieces. Exquisite pleasure washed over her in waves as his mouth stayed fused to her throbbing sex, drawing out her pleasure and then easing her down as her body calmed.

  Her breathing was labored, and her body felt hot and slick with perspiration. Opening her eyes, she met Sean’s satisfied gaze in complete and utter astonishment. She wasn’t a demure virgin, by any means, but she’d never felt anything like that before. Ever.

  Sean stroked her thighs. His touch as gentle as a feather against her ultra-sensitive skin. “That was hot.”

  Kayla totally agreed, but as Sean stood up to unbutton and unzip his fly, she couldn’t seem to formulate a coherent sentence. Mutely, she watched him kick off his shoes, drag both his jeans and briefs down over his hips and step out of them. When he straightened, Kayla marveled at his masculine perfection.

  Not only was he the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on, his body was solid muscle. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere. Unable to resist, she lowered her gaze. Between those powerful thighs of his, he was fully aroused and very impressive.

  As he bent to retrieve the bag she’d dropped on the floor, she was treated to an amazing view of his ass. It was perfect, just like the rest of him. Sliding back on the bed, she stretched out on the soft bedspread to watch him—her heart pounding in anticipation—while he rummaged through the plastic bag and pulled out a condom. “They have my brand,” he said with a grin and moved toward the bed.

  Dropping the bag and the condom on the nightstand, he climbed on the bed and lay down next to her, his clean male scent surrounding her. Their eyes locked when he hooked his leg over hers, slid his warm hand down the curve of her back and eased her body closer to his.

  Finally, it was skin against skin, the softness of her body against the hardness of his. As her heart pounded a primal beat, Kayla felt as if she were drowning in Sean’s smoldering green eyes. Unable to resist, she pressed her mouth to his and their lips tangled in another scorching kiss.

  With the freedom to touch him wherever she wanted, she did just that. Tracing her fingertips along the smooth skin of his back, she marveled at the sheer strength of his body. She wasn’t petite, but next to him she felt as if she was.

  Feeling his erection press into her, she slid her hand between them and slipped her fingers around his hard shaft. He pulled his lips from hers with a gasp. “Sweetheart, you’re playing with fire.”

  “I know.” She squeezed him gently. “But turnabout is fair play.”

  “Tempting.” He grinned. “But I need to be inside you.” Raw sexual heat flared in his eyes. “Now.”

  Quickly, he rolled away and reached for the condom. He tore open the foil wrapper but before he could do more she snatched it from his hands. “Let me,” she said, and after removing the condom, tossed the wrapper on the nightstand. “On your back,” she ordered.

  “I have to say. I like this side of you,” he said as he obeyed. Sitting up, she crawled over him and slid the condom over his hard shaft. She closed her hand around him and gave him a gentle squeeze. “Not so fast, sweetheart,” he said, clamping his fingers around her wrist. The next thing she knew she was on her back staring up at the ceiling, spreading her legs as he climbed over her.

  Sean leveraged himself above her, his hands braced on either side of her. His eyes were filled with arousal and his breath hitched when she shifted slightly beneath him, rubbing against him.

  “You’re killing me. You know that, don’t you?” His voice was husky yet amused.

  Lifting her hands to caress his broad shoulders, she smiled. “I’m sorry.”

  “No you’re not.” He grinned sexily. “You enjoy torturing me.”

  “Like you didn’t just torture me,” she said with a laugh. “But I’ll admit to enjoying every minute of it.”

  “I could tell,” he said, and then slowly slid his thick shaft into her. She gasped in pleasure as he filled her. “All that moaning gave you away,” he added after he was completely imbedded inside her. And if she wasn’t already hot, Kayla knew she would feel her cheeks burning. “You feel good,” he said in a husky whisper and then began to move.

  His thrusts were slow and controlled. At first. But soon his tempo increased, and with each thrust she, again, felt the sweet tension building inside her. Moving her hips in rhythm with his, she ran her palms over his ribcage to caress his back. His skin was hot and slick with moisture, just as hers was.

  Lowering his head, he kissed her as they rocked together on the bed. His kiss was soft and tender. Kayla’s mind reeled. They were connected in the most intimate of ways, and as crazy as it might sound to anyone else, she felt like she’d come home.

  “Kayla,” he whispered huskily against her mouth and began to move faster. Each sensuous stroke seemed to stimulate her even more. Sliding her hands down his back, she dug her fingers into his buttocks and arched her body up to meet his, seeking the same sweet release she’d found just minutes ago.

  Tearing his lips from her, he held her eyes with such intensity it almost took her breath away. He drove into her hard, triggering her orgasm. She gasped in pleasure as it ripped through her body like a tidal wave.

  Sean wasn’t far behind. He thrust into her wildly before tensing and letting out a low, shuddering moan. Wrapping her legs around him, she ground against him until he collapsed on top of her and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

  “Am I crushing you?” he asked, lifting his head to look at her.

  “I’m fine,” she said, relaxing her legs. Pulling her arm from under his, she reached up to brush his hair from his brow. She liked the feel of his weight on her.

  “That was amazing,” he said, and then pressed his lips to hers. Her heart clenched at the gentle sweetness of his kiss. “You’re amazing,” he said, trailing his lips to her jaw and then to her neck. She shivered when he found a sensitive spot at the base of her throat.

  “So are you,” she whispered, and had a strong feeling that if he had a mind to, Sean could rekindle her desire with no problem whatsoever.

  Retracing the path back to her mouth, he kissed her again. “Guess what?” he asked when he raised his head.

  “What?” she asked warily, noting the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

  The smile he gave her was made of pure sin. “You do blush all over.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Shay: I’ve never stayed in one place for very long. But I think I could stay here.

  Jared: Why?

  Shay: Because it feels like home.

  Kayla pulled her lips from Sean’s. Her dark eyes were filled with heat. “What the hell was that?” she, or rather Shay, asked Jared. “You didn’t have to kiss me.”

  “Yes, I did,” Sean said, wishing he could kiss her again. But they were on the set and it wasn’t in the script. “It was the only way to shut you up.”

  “I was just trying to help.”

  “You’re a civilian, Shay.” He ran his hand through his hair, feeling a lot like the time he’d been caught in the undertow when he’d been surfing. Fighting it had been in vain, so he’d just given in to it. “Go home. Now.”

  “But…”

  “Now. We’ll talk when I get home.”

  “Fine,” she said and shot him a hostile glare before stepping around him and stalking off.

  “Good job, guys.” Bill’s voice boomed across the set.

  Sean wondered if anyone else could feel the sexual undercurrent simmering between them. He certainly felt it, and as the morning progressed, the tight control he’d kept on his body was starting to slip.

  He wanted her. And if he didn’t have her again soon he just might explode
.

  But they were at the studio, and like at any other workplace, people gossiped. In Hollywood however, gossip was practically an Olympic sport. If there was any indication that he and Kayla were more than co-workers the news would be all over the studio—and on the internet—before nightfall.

  Right now their relationship was private and he wanted it to stay that way. He didn’t know where it was going or what would happen in the future, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  “Sean.” Bill walked toward him clutching his clipboard. “I liked the way you played that scene. The kiss has affected Jared more than he wants to admit.” Bill smiled. “I really felt that. Bring that to taping this afternoon.”

  “No problem.” And it wouldn’t be. Reprising their on-screen kiss from Friday reminded him of their hot encounter the night before. He didn’t have to fake being affected by Kayla.

  “I’ll see you after lunch,” Bill said, and then walked off the set to consult with his assistant who’d been hovering nearby.

  As two of the lighting techs began to set up the lights for the taping, Kayla grabbed her coffee from an oblong table near the front door of the set and headed toward him. She dressed as she normally did for rehearsal. Casually. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, and she wore no make-up. She looked just as beautiful as she had when, just after dawn, he’d woken up next to her.

  “You broke your no tongue rule.” She smiled before taking a sip of her coffee.

  “I know. Not very professional of me, was it?” Grinning, he shoved his hands into his pockets so he wouldn’t touch her. The techs were busy adjusting the lights, but they weren’t blind.