was pressed to my back and whose tight embrace seemed to assure him I wouldn’t leave in the middle of the night—as much as it reassured me he didn’t want me to go—left me with a comforting feeling. I didn’t want to taint it with negativity, so I didn’t think of how detrimental it might be to my heart to drag this out. I played dumb for the night and enjoyed the perfection of the moment.
* * * * *
Ky was up before the sun. Literally.
His erection pressed against the crevice of my ass and it was yet another titillating sensation to go with all the others he evoked.
With a smile teasing my lips, I shifted in his arms as he stirred next to me. A sexy groan from him lit my insides and I asked, “You don’t have a secret stash of condoms somewhere, do you?”
“No, damn it,” he said, his sensuous, sleepy tone filled with regret. “I had to scrounge up the first two as it was. Getting laid during a race is usually the last thing on my mind. Hell,” he said as he gave this more thought, “it hasn’t been on my mind for a very, very long time. I’m always working and…” He stared down at me with an easy grin. “You were never around until now.”
I lost my breath. God, how bad and wrong was it that I’d finally met a man I felt monumentally attracted to and comfortable with, who said and did all the right things, but who lived in another state and had an entirely different lifestyle than anything I’d ever experienced? He so easily uttered words I hadn’t even known I’d waited with bated breath my entire adult life to hear. Even more evocative was the way he delivered his sweet and sexy sentiments with a genuine tone and a searing look in his beautiful blue eyes.
But in the grand scheme of things, he was way out of my reach.
“Exactly how much do you enjoy Texas?” I found myself asking.
He stared quizzically at me. “What?”
“Never mind,” I mumbled. What was I thinking? That he might be so enthralled with me he’d actually relocate for me? I groaned inwardly at how quickly I was putting the cart before the horse. Those amazing orgasms had scrambled my brain.
Despite having gotten ahead of myself for a few minutes, I still wanted him. I lazily skimmed my fingers down his rigid torso until I grazed his cock, making him grunt in that carnal way that drove me wild. I closed my hand around his thick shaft and pumped it with a firm grip. His fingers tangled in my messy hair and he pulled me to him for a scorching kiss.
I inched my hand up to the tip of his cock and rubbed it before moving back down to his shaft, and then lower still to cup his balls. I gently rolled and massaged them. In turn, he kissed me more passionately, with that unique mixture of heat and tenderness. I tried not to read between any lines, but I couldn’t deny that he told me how much he wanted me without saying a word.
When I broke the kiss and trailed my lips and tongue over his hard chest, down his stomach and to his cock, he gently clasped my shoulders and guided me onto my back.
“I don’t have a problem with that, you know,” I told him, wondering if he thought I wasn’t the sort of woman who’d go down on a guy. I normally wasn’t, in truth, but with him, I had the urge to touch and taste him everywhere. And to return the pleasure he gave me.
He said, “I can use the adrenaline rush to get me moving this morning. What I can’t do is leave this bed without giving you one more orgasm.”
The man certainly had a way with words.
“Well, if you insist,” I teased, a mere second before his mouth covered mine again and his hands went to work on my already aroused body.
He cupped my breasts and caressed them with his lightly callused hands. The friction on my nipples had them pebbled tight in a heartbeat. Then one hand slipped between my legs and he worked his magic on my clit before easing two fingers deep into my wet pussy.
I tore my mouth from his as a moan rushed through my parted lips. He had
* * * * *
Ky was up before the sun. Literally.
His erection pressed against the crevice of my ass and it was yet another titillating sensation to go with all the others he evoked.
With a smile teasing my lips, I shifted in his arms as he stirred next to me. A sexy groan from him lit my insides and I asked, “You don’t have a secret stash of condoms somewhere, do you?”
“No, damn it,” he said, his sensuous, sleepy tone filled with regret. “I had to scrounge up the first two as it was. Getting laid during a race is usually the last thing on my mind. Hell,” he said as he gave this more thought, “it hasn’t been on my mind for a very, very long time. I’m always working and…” He stared down at me with an easy grin. “You were never around until now.”
I lost my breath. God, how bad and wrong was it that I’d finally met a man I felt monumentally attracted to and comfortable with, who said and did all the right things, but who lived in another state and had an entirely different lifestyle than anything I’d ever experienced? He so easily uttered words I hadn’t even known I’d waited with bated breath my entire adult life to hear. Even more evocative was the way he delivered his sweet and sexy sentiments with a genuine tone and a searing look in his beautiful blue eyes.
But in the grand scheme of things, he was way out of my reach.
“Exactly how much do you enjoy Texas?” I found myself asking.
He stared quizzically at me. “What?”
“Never mind,” I mumbled. What was I thinking? That he might be so enthralled with me he’d actually relocate for me? I groaned inwardly at how quickly I was putting the cart before the horse. Those amazing orgasms had scrambled my brain.
Despite having gotten ahead of myself for a few minutes, I still wanted him. I lazily skimmed my fingers down his rigid torso until I grazed his cock, making him grunt in that carnal way that drove me wild. I closed my hand around his thick shaft and pumped it with a firm grip. His fingers tangled in my messy hair and he pulled me to him for a scorching kiss.
I inched my hand up to the tip of his cock and rubbed it before moving back down to his shaft, and then lower still to cup his balls. I gently rolled and massaged them. In turn, he kissed me more passionately, with that unique mixture of heat and tenderness. I tried not to read between any lines, but I couldn’t deny that he told me how much he wanted me without saying a word.
When I broke the kiss and trailed my lips and tongue over his hard chest, down his stomach and to his cock, he gently clasped my shoulders and guided me onto my back.
“I don’t have a problem with that, you know,” I told him, wondering if he thought I wasn’t the sort of woman who’d go down on a guy. I normally wasn’t, in truth, but with him, I had the urge to touch and taste him everywhere. And to return the pleasure he gave me.
He said, “I can use the adrenaline rush to get me moving this morning. What I can’t do is leave this bed without giving you one more orgasm.”
The man certainly had a way with words.
“Well, if you insist,” I teased, a mere second before his mouth covered mine again and his hands went to work on my already aroused body.
He cupped my breasts and caressed them with his lightly callused hands. The friction on my nipples had them pebbled tight in a heartbeat. Then one hand slipped between my legs and he worked his magic on my clit before easing two fingers deep into my wet pussy.
I tore my mouth from his as a moan rushed through my parted lips. He had
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