Page 133 of The Trouble with Tigers
“No,” he said, hoarse now. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes as I enter you.”
She raised her chin a notch and stared up at him unblinking.
He pressed into her. One deliciously slow thrust that cost him at least a year of his life.
Her muscles tightened and flexed around him, making room for the length and breadth of him.
When he’d sunk himself to the hilt, he started a slow retreat.
Kitty’s lips parted on a silent gasp of pleasure.
Jesus she was beautiful. So damned beautiful. The most perfect creature he’d ever seen. He wanted to tell her. Tell her…what he was feeling. How she moved him. But he couldn’t. Couldn’t speak.
His eyelids closed. Couldn’t stay open any longer as he pressed slowly into her, as he fought to maintain that teasing, slow tempo. Once. Twice. Three times.
But his warring need to claim her overpowered his self-control, and his hips pumped harder, faster, pushed deeper as instinct and desire merged.
Kitty met his driving passion with her own. She arched up inviting his thrusts, her insides pulsing around him, ’til he was dizzy with desire and hanging on to his control by a thread.
“Zeke.” She cried his name as her release crashed through her.
He took her mouth, swallowing her moans, feasting on her gasps. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, half climbing his body as hers quaked beneath his.
God, oh God, she felt so good as she came, and came, and came, the walls of her womanhood gripping his cock, milking him 'til, with a hoarse roar, he pulled out of her and exploded like he never had in his life.
He toppled across her, boneless.
Beneath him she sighed, long and deep, as if utterly sated. She pressed the sweetest kiss to his shoulder, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, her lips curved into a smile.
He felt an answering smile of his own. “Was that what you had in mind, vixen?”
She giggled.
His heart seemed to crack open. To fill with light. She’d done something to him. Changed him somehow. God help him, he liked it.
He rolled onto his side, reached down with one arm, and hauled the covers up off the floor. Covering them both, he pulled her into the curve of his body. “Good. Maybe now we can get some sleep.”
She snuggled her hips into his, and, unbelievably, he felt his desire stirring to life.
On second thought, sleep was vastly overrated.
Chapter Thirty-One
Kitty was having a hard time grasping this latest twist in her situation. Granted she was tired, owing to a lack of sleep the night before and a long day of traveling, but she suspected she’d be confused even if she’d slept the night through. Confused and, all right, slightly suspicious.
She stood aside and allowed the innkeeper’s wife to open the door to her guest chamber at theInn at Aylesford, which was located in the quaint village of Aylesford, which was decidedly not en route to Maidstone.
“Thank you,” she murmured on cue as the portly woman opened the wardrobe, parted the curtains, and performed all the usual tasks associated with showing a guest to her chamber.
“You’ve missed tea, but supper’ll be served starting at half past six. Until then, there’s much to be seen out on Main Street. Food vendors, craft markets, trinket hawkers and such.”
Because there was a festival going on, which Collin explained when they arrived.
“The Carmelite friars come back every summer for the End o’ Summer Festival. They put on a nice show, singing their hymns and such up at the church on top of the hill. The fair draws a fine crowd."
Kitty smiled and nodded mechanically. Finally, the woman let herself out.
Normally a summer fair would be right up her alley, and it wasn’t as if she minded the delay in reaching Maidstone and what awaited her there.
