Page 29 of Kent's Honor
Her stomach lurched forward like the finest BMW going from zero to sixty in five seconds flat. “I do.”
He arched his right brow, and the corner of his mouth followed in a sexy curve. “You don’t say.”
Embarrassment flushed her cheeks. “I bought them after I had Nicky as kind of a reminder of what happens when you have unprotected sex.”
“With a son like that, I’d want to toss the birth control out the window and have a dozen more.”
The moon shined through the window, casting a warm glow across his tanned skin. She reached out, touching the spot between his pecs where a trickle of hair gathered, fingering the curls.
“He is pretty perfect.” Kneeling on the bed, she kissed the side of his neck. “And you’re sweet to say something so nice, but?—”
“Don’t worry. Condom it is. I’m just saying that you’re the kind of woman who could steal my heart.” He traced his thumb over her lower lip. “Then again, I might just hand it to you on a silver platter.”
“Do you always butter up the ladies when they’re already willing?” Before she lost her nerve, she slipped her shirt over her head. Her nipples tightened in the air-conditioning.
A deep growl echoed in her ears. “Do you always go braless?”
“Only when I go to bed.” With a shot of bravery, she took his hand and rested his palm over her breasts.
“Dear God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
His thumb dragged over the tight nub, rolling gently.
She arched her back, biting down on her lower lip. A million firecrackers imploded over her skin with the promise of grand fireworks to light up her insides like the night sky on the Fourth of July. With every moist touch of his lips and tongue, her need grew. Desperation raced through her veins, pumping throughher heart, demanding she take her fill for the very first time. She clawed and groped at his bare chest.
“Whoa,” she said with a heavy breath as he tossed her on her back and yanked her sweats to her ankles.
“Jesus, no panties either?”
“Not when I go… Oh my God,” she bit down on her hand as his tongue dived deep between her legs.
He knelt on the floor beside the bed, hoisting her legs over his shoulders, his hand gripping her ass, kneading her skin while his mouth did things to her she’d never imagined. It wasn’t that she’d never had oral sex before—of course she had—but the few men she’d been with didn’t worship her like a goddess. Kent moved over her with the same exultant desire she craved. Every stroke… every lick… every touch served to excite and satisfy.
Fisting the sheets, she dug her heels into his shoulders, pushing away only to bring him back in with a roll of her hips. His hot breath coated her like fudge dripping over ice cream.
His eyelids fluttered open, his bourbon eyes filling her, making her drunk on his love. He reached up, covering her mouth with one hand while the other slipped inside, rubbing swiftly as he sucked hard on her swollen nub.
She pounded the mattress, thrusting her hips upward, groaning into his hand, fighting the urge to bite the soft swell of his palm.
The room spun, and she felt dizzy, like she’d been on the highest, fastest roller coaster of all time, kicking her adrenaline into high gear, allowing exhilaration to take over her mind, body, and soul. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he shifted slightly, changing the angle of his fingers and the pressure of his mouth, sending her into outer space at Mach five.
“Oh… oh…” She clutched his head with both hands; her stomach seized with tremors, jerking her forward. Warmthpoured out of her body like a waterfall at a hot spring. She could feel the heat rise like steam, drenching them with pleasure.
She stared down at him kissing her inner thigh while she urgently tried to catch her breath. Her lungs burned as if she’d landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her.
His hand flattened over her stomach. “Are you okay?” He kissed the space between her breasts.
She nodded like an idiot, heaving in breaths as if she were hyperventilating.
“I think someone liked that,” he mused with a wicked smile.
“Ya think,” she managed between pants.
“We can end there, if you want.”
“Hell no,” she said a little too quickly.
He chuckled. “I’m terrified I just set the standard too high, and I’ll never be able to make your body do that again.”
