Page 30 of Kent's Honor
“We won’t know unless we try.” She slipped her hand into the front of his pants, grazing him with her thumb. “We need you out of these constricting clothes.”
“I’m not going to argue.” He stood and quickly dropped his pants to the floor, exposing his body in all its splendor.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” she mumbled, taking him into her hands. Sex had never been an empowering act before. It had been something she did, trying to seek pleasure. Her body knew it was there, she’d felt it when alone in the bath, but no man had ever given her the kind of gratification that made her want to do whatever it took to make sure they shuddered with the same bliss. She wanted to make him dizzy with desire. Drunk with need.
She took as much of him as she could in her mouth, her hands following, stroking tightly, then soft like a feather. Exploring every inch, she thought only about indulging his cravings. Forgetting about her inhibitions, she cupped him andclasped her mouth around him, letting her teeth graze against his soft, sensitive skin.
His groans and hisses filled the air, and she wanted more. She wanted to play his body like a fine instrument.
“Dixie,” he said with a deep groan. “Where are the condoms?”
She slipped her mouth off him, still holding him tightly in her hands, licking her lips, smiling, feeling like the sexiest, most desirable woman that ever breathed.
“You are going to kill me.” He reached down, tilting her chin with his thumb. “Where are they before I explode right here?”
“Nightstand.”
He batted her hands away, gently pushing her back on the mattress.
Watching his muscles flex as he reached across the bed made her skin prickle with heat. She propped herself on her elbows, heels into the bed, legs slightly spread. Her wariness disappeared as she sheathed him with protection.
He growled as he nestled himself between her legs, biting at her lower lip. “You have no idea how mad with lust you make me.”
“Why don’t you show me?” She raised her hips slightly, letting the length of him caress her. “Oh, Kent,” she said with a moan as he slid himself inside her in one long, slow stroke. She raised her legs, clasping her ankles at the small of his back. Her hips rocked back and forth, meeting his every plunge deep inside her.
He rose up, his hands pressed on the bed on either side of her head. He stared at her with his pools of dark-cinnamon swirls that carried the depth and desire that could only come from having loved so deeply that it took a piece of your soul.
She swallowed as he tenderly kissed her nose and cheek.
The rhythm of his lovemaking didn’t slow, but it did change. It shifted from raw energy to something akin to utter devotion. She clamped around him, letting her climax propel to the surface. She shuddered, drawing him in deeper, needing to feel him swell inside her and release his pleasure. She urgently needed to know she had the ability to give him the most decadent experience he could possibly have.
He thrust harder and faster. “Dixie,” he whispered, still holding her gaze. “Beautiful Dixie.” Burying his face in her neck, he sucked on her earlobe, pumping frantically.
“Yes,” she said, holding him tight.
He let out a guttural groan as he twitched inside her, sending a mini shock wave through her system. For the next few minutes, they rocked slowly against one another, her hand roaming his back, his lips kissing her neck.
She accepted his full weight, relaxing into the bed.
“You’re way out of my league,” he whispered.
“You’re way too sweet.”
“I have my moments.” He rolled to his side, pulling the blanket over their sweat-covered bodies. Propped up on his elbow, he stared at her, tracing her lips with his index finger. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
He laughed. “It’s a great thing.” He batted her nose. “I need to check my phone, just to make sure the hospital isn’t trying to reach me.”
While she completely understood, the gravity of the situation hit her full force. Others might be able to blend families, and it might work out just fine, but she wasn’t sure she could do it, and she knew Kent couldn’t. He was good with Nicky, but Elle was his flesh and blood.
“Go right ahead,” she said, expecting him to get out of bed and get dressed. But all he did was lean over the side and rummage through his jeans.
“No messages. That has to be a good thing.”
“Does she have her phone?”
He nodded, slipping his arm around her, pulling her head to his chest. “I feel like if I leave you right now I’m being a bigger asshole than I was earlier.”
