He strode past her to the kitchen, tucking their food into the refrigerator, then returned to stand in front of her. He moved closer, his broad chest inches from her breasts. His dark-brown stare sent her heart galloping.
“Brigit.” His deep jagged voice spoke of desire and lust and intent. Matching the way he looked at her. The way his body leaned toward hers. The way everything about him concentrated on her.
She shivered. Caught in his intense gaze, she lifted her chin and licked her lips. His focus dipped, following her nervous action, then shifted to her eyes again. “Carter.”
Reaching up, he tucked her hair behind her ear then grazed his knuckles along her jaw. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Her breath hitched. “Okay.”
Slipping his fingers into her hair, he cradled the back of her head as he pressed his lips to hers. Firm. Strong. Masculine.
Eyelids shuttering closed, she melted into him, her palms sliding up his hard chest, over his muscular shoulders, and around his neck. His scent surrounded her. Earthy, untamed, and all male. As he held her within his embrace, her world fell away, leaving only Carter and his kiss.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips, urging her to take him inside. Without hesitation, she opened, meeting him with a hunger of her own. He tasted of the beer he’d drunk at dinner, but as she slid her tongue along his, caressing, exploring, she discovered deeper flavors—heat and desire and erotic promises.
She matched him stroke for stroke. Testing what he liked. What drove him to the brink. When she sucked on his tongue, lightly dragging her teeth as she glided her lips up and down the length, he moaned.
Carter wound her hair around his fingers and tugged her head back, breaking the kiss. She gasped at the unexpected pain. Every instinct demanded she not let him dominate, that she make it clear she was anything but a weak, whimpering female. But when she looked into eyes, she faltered. Yes, the hunger and lust were there. But she hadn’t expected the veneration that overlaid his expression.
“I want more.” His demand held a hint of desperation. Or was that hope? She couldn’t tell.
She swallowed. She flew helicopters, fought fires, rescued people. Her life dictated control. Could she let go? “Yes.”
Releasing her hair, he backed away several steps, his eyes darkening. “Take off your shoes.”
She toed off her flats, kicking them to the side.
“Now your pants.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You first.”
His eyes darkened as he stared her down. His entire being vibrated with tension.
“Fine.” She shimmied out of the jeans, draping them over a nearby chair. Wearing only her peasant top and panties, she faced him. An odd vulnerability washed through her as his gaze raked over her. Never had a man looked at her with such hunger and reverence.
“Perfect.” He grasped her hand and led her to the dining area. There, he turned her to face the large oak table. “Lean over.”
“I don’t think—”
Smack!
His large hand connected with her butt cheek, and she jolted.
“Carter!” She started to turn, but his other hand grasped her shoulder, holding her in place while he gently rubbed the stinging globe.
“Brigit,” he murmured, his warm breath grazing her ear. He licked the lobe, and goose bumps skittered down the side of her neck, leaving her pliant beneath his control. “All through dinner you teased me. Didn’t you?”
“Maybe.” Okay, so yes. She managed to peer over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of his intense face. Holy crap. He’s calling me out on that? “You flirted with me, too.”
“Maybe.” A rough chuckle escaped his lips. Reaching over, he caressed her breast through her shirt. While he touched, he wound the ribbon holding her blouse in place around his finger. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.”
He pulled, the simple bow coming undone. With a hum of approval, he kissed the side of her neck then dotted more along her bare shoulder as he tugged the fabric out of the way and down her arm. Dipping a hand beneath the neckline, he reached down and cupped her breast. His warm fingers rolled her tight nipple, sending delicious tingles straight to her core. He pinched and teased the peak then moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Capturing the bud between his talented fingers, he tortured it, scratching the sensitive tip with his nail.
Smack!
His hand landed on the other butt cheek. A moment later, he rubbed it in much the same way he had the first, lowering the intensity of the sting.
Again? She’d never been spanked before—at least not as an adult—and what she’d read in novels and on the Internet didn’t really sound like something she’d be into. “Carter, I don’t—”
“I like that you wore a thong.” His hand moved lower, urging her to widen her stance. “Makes it easier for me to….” His finger slipped between her folds.
She moaned as he brushed over her clit.
“You are so wet.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “My sexy helo pilot likes it a little rough.”
“No, I’ve never—”
He pressed a finger inside her, stroking in and out. “Your body says otherwise.”
He plucked her nipple and inserted a second finger. Closing her eyes, she rode on the sensations he created in her. Winding higher and higher as he teased and tormented her closer to release. Her knees trembled, threatening to give.
Without warning, he removed his hand, and she bit back a cry at the loss of his touch. He dragged her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them then he pulled her blouse off over her head. In a single swift move, he lifted her from the floor and set her onto the table. The cool wood surface assuaged her warm bottom.
“Lean back, darlin’.” His breathing roughened against her temple. While she did, he pulled up a chair, sat down, and draped her legs over his shoulders. He looked up the length of her body, his gaze meeting hers as he inhaled. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He kissed the inside of her thighs, first one and then the other, the light stubble along his jaw deliciously rasping over her heated skin. As he worked his way closer to her center, he moved her to the edge of the table. He skimmed one hand up her side to claim her breast once more. When his nimble fingers teased her nipple at the same moment he licked her with the flat of his tongue, she arched off the table. Oh!
He pressed her down again. “Close your eyes and feel.”
She did as he said, letting her lids flutter shut. With each swipe of his tongue, her core tightened as she swirled higher and higher. Each lick pushed her closer to release. He inserted two fingers, thrusting in and out. Licking and sucking and rubbing. Then he scraped his teeth over her clit and….
“Yes!” She dug her hands into his hair, holding him in place while she rode through wave after wave of bliss. Lights danced behind her eyes. Fire pulsed along her nerves. Over and over, for longer than she’d believed possible.
While she drifted down, Carter rested his cheek against her thigh. His fingertips drew intricate patterns on the back of her hand and along her forearm. At last she opened her eyes.
“That was….”
He grinned. “And you were gorgeous.”
Carter eased her legs from his shoulders and scooted her back from the edge of the table. Rising, he unbuttoned his shirt, those nimble fingers of his making quick work of the tiny disks while he toed off his shoes. Dove-gray broadcloth gave way to smooth tanned skin over lean muscles. And just like at the hospital, Brigit longed to run her palms over him. To explore the multitude of hard planes. To rake her fingers through the light dusting of dark-blond hair on his chest then down of her taut abs to follow the trail leading beneath his waistband.
From his back pocket, he withdrew his wallet, plucked out a foil packet, and set it on the table. He tossed the wallet to where he’d discarded his shirt on the floor. Unable to help herself, she stared at the long thick ridge running parallel to his zipper. She licked her lips. Do they
even make condoms that big?
With practiced motions, he unbuckled his belt then undid his pants. The Dockers dropped to the floor, revealing well-defined thighs and calves she wanted to lick. He stepped toward her, tugged off his socks, and tossed them aside. Good gosh! This guy could be an underwear model.
Lust filled his features, as his eyes ate her up, heated her skin. His sole focus on her changed his expression from the easygoing guy at dinner to that of a predator. His reaction to her, his need to possess her was as clear as his shaft pressed against his black briefs. The sight of his desire for her sent a thrill shooting through her she’d never experienced before.
He arched an eyebrow. “I want you, Brigit.”
Her breasts tightened, grew heavy, and a needy throbbing set up between her thighs. She longed for his touch. To wrap herself around him. To take him deep within her body.
“I want you, too.”
He stripped off his briefs and strode toward her, his long, hard erection bumping his stomach with each step. Liquid heat pooled low in her belly. He picked up the condom, ripped it open, and sheathed himself.
He moved between her knees, his gazing locking with hers as he trailed fingertips up her thighs. “You know, you’ve ruined me.”
“I have?”
He brushed his knuckles over her tight peaks, somehow causing them to tighten even more, and she arched toward him.
“I’ll never have another meal at this table without remembering”—he plucked the right peak—“eating”—he plucked the left peak—“you.”
Leaning forward, he took her mouth with his. Kissed her hard. Stole her breath.
He broke away, pressed his forehead to hers. “I want….” He panted as though he’d sprinted five miles. Grasping her hand, he pressed it against his shaft. “See?”
She wrapped her fingers around his impressive girth then slid up and down his length. His eyes glazed, and a groan pushed up from his lungs. Setting his hand on hers, he stilled her.
“Darlin’, you’re gonna kill me before we get to the really good part.”
“Oh?” She gave him a squeeze. “And what is the really good part?”
“Me….” He moved her hand, lifted it, and planted a kiss on her palm, her wrist, and then brushed his lips over hers. “Inside you.”
His gravelly voice danced over her skin, the sound alone leaving her breathless with anticipation of what he would do to her. But Carter Kohl was unlike any man she’d ever encountered. He hunted her and wooed her. Devoured and savored her. Spanked and…well, gave her a mind-blowing orgasm. The contradictions challenged her, made her question what she’d always believed she wanted in a man. Yet she’d never desired anyone more than she did Carter right at this moment.
She shifted backward across the table, and he followed her, crawling up to kneel between her legs. Parting her thighs wider, she welcomed him, skimming her hands over his shoulders to his nape where she toyed with the short strands there. He lowered himself over her, so close the hair on his chest scraped her nipples. New ripples of pleasure shot from her breasts to her sex.
His rigid length pressed at her entrance. “Tell me what you want, darlin’.” He gritted his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “’Cause once I start, only God himself could stop me from giving you the pleasure you deserve.”
“Yes. That.” She closed the short distance between them to brush her lips over his. “Make love to me, Carter.”
Chapter Four
He canted his hips, sliding just inside, her slick entrance enveloping him. Brigit’s breathy sigh encouraged him. Lifting up, he thrust into her willing body and, in a single smooth stroke, filled her completely. “So tight.”
The woman who rescued him stared up at him with wide blue eyes. “Perfect.”
For a half second, he froze. No woman had ever described having sex with him as perfect. Not like you ever hung around long enough to hear it either. He gave her a slight smile. “Not done yet, darlin’.”
He pulled almost all the way out then slid back into her velvet glove. He bit back a moan. Damn, she felt amazing. Repeating the process, he set up a lazy pace. In and out, and in and out. Caressing her in the most intimate, carnal fashion.
As he moved, the tight points of her nipples drew patterns on his chest, driving him mad. He rose up a little and glanced down at the round globes jiggling seductively each time his pelvis crashed into hers. Thank God she’s tall. I think I can just reach…. Changing his angle and arching his back, he dipped his head and caught the taut bud with his lips. He laved the tip then moved to the other, scraping the nipple with his teeth.
She stroked his shoulders. “That feels so good.”
He gave the bud a hard tug with his lips before releasing it. “You feel good, too.”
Brigit looked up at him, her blue gaze seeming to look straight into his soul. A little much, don’tcha think, Kohl? No woman can see into your soul.
But this woman? Hmm. The moment she’d walked into his hospital room, before she’d even said a word about who she was or why she was there, he could tell she possessed an elusive quality most women he’d met didn’t have. Not to mention the dark hair, bright eyes, and rockin’ bod. And a helicopter pilot.
She is so far outta your league, man.
“Hey.” Fingertips stroking the side of his face brought him out of his thoughts and back to the woman in his arms.
“Hey.” Turning his head, he kissed her palm. “You ready?”
She gave him a naughty grin. “Oh yeah.”
Still rock-hard and deep within her body, he let the little head take the lead and picked up the pace. He’d promised this woman the pleasure she deserved, and he damn well planned to give it to her. Pistoning his hips, he drove into her, in and out, and in and out. She panted in time with each thrust, rising up to meet him, their bodies slapping together.
He gazed down at her. Dark strands scattered over his pillow, creating a halo around her beautiful face. Pink lips slightly parted. A lovely rose flush tinting her chest and cheeks. And her alluring blue eyes, locked on him. Only him.
His balls tightened, tingled, preparing for release. Gritting his teeth, he looked away—at the chair, the window, the floor molding. Anything but her. She needed to come first.
How much longer could he hold out?
As long as it takes.
Shifting, she lifted her knees higher, the soles of her feet tapping the back of his thighs. She latched onto his biceps, her fingers holding tight. Her breathing changed, sounding more desperate. Begging him to give her release, to send her over the edge.
He dared to look at her. Changing his angle, he took up a longer, deeper stroke.
She gasped as he hit the spot. And once he found it, he sure as hell wasn’t going to deviate from it. Again and again. Slide-tap, slide-tap, slide-tap. He sent her higher and higher, but she just couldn’t seem to take the leap into blissful oblivion.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, twining the silky strands around his fingers, and tugged. Her gaze shot to his.
Slide-tap-tug.
“I—”
Slide-tap-tug.
“Oh!”
Her body tensed. Fingers dug into his skin. Yeah, his helo pilot liked it a little rough all right.
“Brigit.”
Slide-tap-tug.
Her channel tightened around his shaft. She bucked.
“Carter!”
She flew, her release the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed. Pink lips parted. Eyes glazed with wonder. Sweet erotic whimpers slipping from her mouth.
He continued thrusting into her, relentless, riding the waves of her orgasm with her. Again and again. In and out. In and out. Beneath him she shook and shivered, arching toward him, her body begging him to make the sensations within her last and last. Her sex gloved him, stroking him in the most intimate, primal way, and his body responded. He drove deeper and faster, at last seeking his own release.
Stroke-tap-tug.
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p; Again his balls tightened, tingled. The soles of her feet slapped against his thighs. Strands of silk caressed his fingers as he held her hair. Fingernails dug furrows over his shoulders.
Stroke-tap-tug.
And she looked at him.
Only him.
His movements became erratic as his muscles bunched. He plunged into her, burying himself deep within her wet heat. Lights flashed behind his eyes. Lightning zinged along his nerves to his toes and fingertips. Then the world stopped. And everything he was poured into her. Breath. Life. Being.
His release surged through him, his shaft pulsing over and over. Her sex clasped him, holding him inside as the sensations rolling through him tapered off, leaving his taut muscles trembling with fatigue. Dipping his head, he rubbed his lips over hers, tasting her, relishing the satisfaction he sensed in her kiss.
“Wow.” Her breathy voice danced over his skin. “I’ve never done it on a table before.”
He chuckled. “Can’t say that anymore.”
“No.” A sexy smile curved her lips. “I guess I can’t.”
Tearing himself away from her, he crawled off the table then helped her down as well. He guided her to the couch. As she sat, he noticed her shivering—the heat they’d created had left their bodies slick with sweat. Grabbing a soft green-and-white plaid throw from the back of the chair, he covered her.
“Don’t move,” he told her. “Back in a minute.”
Turning, he stumbled with as much manly dignity as possible on sex-weakened legs to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. After he cleaned himself up, he wrapped a plush towel around his waist then returned to the living room. “I laid a washcloth and towel out for you in the bathroom. While you wash up, I’ll reheat our dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
By the time she returned, he’d set everything out on the coffee table. She joined him on the couch. Somewhere she’d found a light-green terrycloth bathrobe and had cinched it in place with the belt around her waist, the collar draped loose about her shoulders. Damn, even in a generic robe she looked sexy as hell, with her rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and dark sex-tousled hair.
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