Page 43 of Some Like It Deadly
Nothing with Kate was halfway. She thrust her hands into his hair, pulling him impatiently closer. Her thighs spread and her hips arched to each teasing caress of his finger. He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and the muscles of her neck went taut. Lifting his head from her breast, he watched the orgasm roll over her as he teased it from her.
It was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.
Slipping his hand free, he rose enough to tug her shorts down and the scrap of lace panties. Holding them up, he stared at her with a grin. His very put-together, professional Kate liked lace. He would drown her in it. Sprawled against the dark coverlet, she gave him a smile filled with lazy pleasure. “You have too many clothes on.”
“I’m working on that.” But he wasn’t. He wanted to drink in his fill of her beauty. Of her supple, taut curves, the shape of her hip and the sweet, sweep of her legs. So much strength housed in one extremely feminine body.
Lifting her right leg, he pressed a kiss against her calf then again to the inside of her knee then again to her thigh. She tracked his progress, curled her leg, rubbing her foot against his back. Slipping his hands under bottom, he teased the soft skin with his thumbs and dipped down to lick her once from her slick entrance to her clit. “You didn’t let me mention this part downstairs.” He had no idea where he found the words, but he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted her as engaged in every part of his discovery of her.
“Oh?” Strain added a higher note to her voice and he smiled, nuzzling a kiss against her pussy and then spearing his tongue inside. Her hips bucked and he teased her with a series of bites and licks.
But he saved the best for last, locking his mouth around the tight bundle of nerves and drawing on it, “hmmm.” And she came again, in a wild explosion. Her thighs clamped against his shoulders and he held on, drawing out the pleasure until she shook from it.
Lifting his head, he gazed at her until she managed to open her eyes and look at him again. “Oh yes, I want to do that a few more times, but someone was very ready.” He dragged a finger through the slick folds, the damp scent of her arousal like a drug he could very easily become addicted to.
“I blame you, utterly.” Even drunk on passion she still managed to sass him.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” He eased a finger inside her and her eyes darkened, but she never looked away.
“Hmm. Lukewarm.” But the perspiration dotting her skin and the ragged quality of her breathing made that a lie.
“Hmm, how is this?” He slid in a second finger, testing her tightness and her hips arched.
“Warmer.” But she wasn’t done playing and the muscles in her throat stood out in stark relief.
“I guess you need something more?” He worked his fingers in and out, a gentle thrusting motion and her lips parted.
“More…would…b-be—better.” The broken quality of speech told him more than anything else just how ready she was. Giving her clit another soft kiss, he eased his fingers out then stood. Shedding his clothes quickly, he pulled a condom out of the drawer next to the bed.
She stared, openly studying his body and he resisted the urge to puff out his chest. His cock ached with so much need itbordered on painful. Rolling the condom on, he barely noticed the shaking in his hands.
“That’s—definitely more.” This time, her words held a provocative invitation and he grinned.
“So you’ll let me know if I get to hot?” He couldn’t wait until her shoulder was healed. They couldreallyplay then.
“C’mere,” she whispered and held out her arms. Unwilling and unable to deny her anything, he settled back into the cradle of her thighs and braced his weight on his arms. He didn’t want to hurt her.
But instead of lying still, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his back. “I’m not that fragile, Richard.” The rebuke was both passionate and serious.
Easing forward, he teased both of them, rocking his erection against her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she dragged his head down for an impatient kiss. He shifted his lower body and her thighs clamped against him.
Breaking the kiss, he reached between them and nudged inside her an inch. She’d been so damn tight while he played and he didn’t want to?—
Kate’s legs crossed behind him and she anchored him, arching her hips and locking him down at the same moment. He slid into her all the way to the hilt.
The overload damn near had his eyes crossing.
Fisting his hand into the covers, he tried to glare at her, but she caught his face in her hands and whispered, “Move.”
The last rational link in his restraint snapped and the only thoughts he had were how exquisite she looked and felt, pulsing around him as he rocked into her. She stroked his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. Her mouth opened and he wasn’t sure who claimed who, because she became everything. The world crashed around him in a wild tidal wave of lust, and need, and something far more indefinable that a part of his heartrecognized as love. Then there was nothing but Kate and he came with a surge that left him shaken to the core.
Sometime during the evening,he woke to the feel of her mouth on him. The slow, sensuous torture turned into the longest—and definitely the second most erotic—experience in his life. By the time she’d wrenched every drop of an orgasm from him and snuggled back into his arms, he thought he could die happy. Waking to her sound asleep against his chest, her hair spread out against him and her leg nestled securely between his filled him with a very rare contentment.
The buzz of his cell phone intruded and he stretched to grab it, careful not to wake Kate. George’s Pizza flashed on the caller ID and he answered immediately.
They didn’t call on the weekend if they could help.
“What’s wrong? Is everything all right?”
