Page 91 of Fraud
“Bedroom,” I mumbled through tangled kisses.
“That way,” she answered, briefly pointing to an open door before burying her hand in my hair.
I’d never been much for foreplay until this moment. It was like going to a concert and waiting for the headliner to come out. You stood around, maybe bobbing your head to the opening band. Maybe you knew some of their songs, had heard them on the radio, but it wasn’t what you had come for. It wasn’t why you were there.
But, with Kate, I wanted to experience it all. From beginning to end, I knew this was going to be one hell of an adventure.
Even the feel of her fingers tugging at my overgrown locks had me groaning for more.
Without interrupting our make-out session, my hands drifted down her body, taking note of her soft curves and tight ass. She yelped out in surprise when I grabbed each round cheek, picking her up in one swift movement. Her legs tightened.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“What?” she said abruptly. “Am I too heavy? You can put me down.”
I grinned, pulling back to look at her worried face. “I could hold you with one hand. I’m cursing because I’m not sure I can walk straight with this massive hard-on I have for you.”
Worry turned to something closer to surprise as a tiny smile peeked out from the corner of her mouth.
“Oh.” She grinned.
“Bedroom?” I asked once again.
She nodded.
It was a short trip from the living room to her tiny bedroom. There wasn’t much too it, not that I spent much time looking around. I saw a dresser, nightstand, and bed.
That was where my journey ended.
Kneeling at the foot of her bed, I gently dropped her, watching her long blonde hair fan out beneath her. Breathless with swollen red lips from our kisses, she looked up at me, eager and willing.
“Are you sure?” I asked, putting all the power in her hands. Exactly where it should be.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Because, if we do this tonight, I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t a one-time thing for me. You’ve gotten under my skin, Kate, and this, right here? This is a claiming. No more dates with Brian or anyone else. It’s just you and me, for as long as I can keep you.”
She smiled, her eyes full of warmth. “Yes.”
I didn’t waste a second. Bending down, I kissed her mouth once again, letting her full pouty lips breathe life into my lungs. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me close. She must have been feeing brave because, as our kiss intensified, I felt her hands slide down my body to the buttons of my shirt.
I grinned, letting her take charge.
It was sexy as hell.
Her nimble fingers made quick work of my shirt. I helped her out, wiggling out of it, and she tossed it to the floor.
She grew still beneath me.
“Kate?” I said, suddenly concerned.
Eyes wide, she stared up at me with what appeared to be wonder.
“What?” I asked, trying to gauge her mood.
“You’re pretty fucking hot.” She grinned, slowly lifting both hands to my chest.
I meant to fire back with a witty joke, but the instant her fingers touched my stomach, there was nothing but mush in my brain.
