Pure Pleasure by Ava McKnight Page B

me barreling quickly toward the ragged edge, knowing all the right buttons to push.
    “I’ve never had an interest in morning sex,” I told him, “but dear God, I wish you had a condom.”
    He grinned. “This’ll have to suffice.”
    “A pleasurable compromise,” I muttered as his head bent to my chest and his tongue whisked over a hard nipple.
    I was deliriously happy this man never seemed to do anything half-assed. As he sucked the taut peak, he withdrew his fingers from me and the pads rubbed my clit with lightning-fast speed and just the right pressure.
    I gasped at the heat igniting low in my belly and the throbbing in my cunt. My fingers threaded through his hair and my body writhed as my breathy pants filled the suite.
    He released my nipple and kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, making me even hotter.
    “I love those sexy sounds you make when you’re turned-on,” he whispered against my throat, his lips brushing over the sensitive flesh.
    “I love what you’re doing to me,” I said honestly. He knew my body well, but more than that, he knew how to engage my mind and my emotions, giving me little pieces of himself along the way to assure me this had been no tawdry one-night stand.
    He moved down my body, his lips blazing a trail over my quivering flesh, until he was between my legs. With his fingers still stroking my pussy, his tongue toyed with my clit, first lapping at me, then flicking quickly, making me squirm on the bed.
    I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips. His fingers pumped faster inside me and his tongue teased me into a sexual frenzy that was downright decadent and highly arousing.
    “Oh Christ.” I moaned as the sensations built within me and erupted. “Ky! Oh God, yes!”
    He dropped light kisses on my belly as I came.
    Several glorious moments passed and my body still thrummed with an exciting energy. When I caught my breath, I said, “You should be given some sort of award for that.”
    Ky chuckled. Then he slipped from the bed and headed toward the restroom, saying over his shoulder, “Just takes the right chemistry, babe.” He winked at me and my heart skipped a few beats.
    As he showered, I snuggled under the covers. I honestly didn’t have a coherent thought in my head the entire time as I luxuriated over my sexual and emotional bliss. When he reappeared and dressed in Levi’s and a T-shirt, I thought he was absolutely spectacular and amazingly hunky. I watched him with lids at half-mast as he pulled on a racing jacket with his sponsors’ names embroidered down both sides of the flap, then retrieved another one and laid it at the foot of the bed.
    Sitting on the edge of the mattress next to me, he said, “Use that jacket today. It’s chilly this morning, and it’ll be dusty in the pits and around the track.”
    “Not a white-fur environment?” I quipped in my drowsy tone.
    “Unless you want a hellacious dry-cleaning bill.”
    “No, thanks. I’m saving up for chocolates, remember?”
    His head dipped and he kissed me, then added, “The galley’s stocked. Help yourself to breakfast. Enjoy the race and then… Meet at the finish line this afternoon? I might have a great surprise for you—for your article. And I want to see you again tonight.”
    “I’ll look for the matching jacket.” As if I could miss him in a crowd. Impossible .
    He snagged another kiss from me, then said, “Wish us luck.”
    “Good luck.”
    I watched him go, recalling every delicious thing he’d done to me from the moment I’d met him. And tricking myself into believing one more evening with him wouldn’t lead to the eventual parting of ways being the death of me.
    I drifted off to sleep, but woke around eight thirty, collected my clothes, slipped into Ky’s jacket and walked to my room. The casino was deserted, with everyone at the race.
    After showering and dressing, then grabbing some fruit at the deli off the hotel lobby, I wandered over to the racing area. Hundreds of fans