Page 10 of One Snowy Seduction
Because she hadn’t had sex in ten months, that’s why.
Or maybe that was the reason she’d stepped into him without another thought.
“What are you suggesting? I mean, after your pasta burns?”
“Shit!” He bolted across the kitchen. She would’ve giggled at the way he hurried over to the stove like it was a life-or-death situation, if the sudden loss of his closeness hadn’t been so jolting. Why had she brought up the food when she was thinking about nibbling along those perfect pectorals his fitted t-shirt was barely covering.
She watched him switch off all the burners and then turn slowly to face her again. He grabbed the hem of the t-shirt she’d just been thinking about and pulled it up and over his head. Her gaze followed the garment as it was dropped to the floor, then eased back up to see his gloriously bare chest again.
“Pasta can wait,” he said as he started to push his sweatpants down past his hips.
Licking her lips, she watched like she was sitting at a front row table with a pocket full of dollar bills, prepared to enjoy the show.
“Do you agree?” That question came after he’d stepped out of the Nike slippers he’d been wearing and eased his sweatpants off each leg.
Kendrick McLaughlin was commando. Her panties were officially wet. “Oh, I wholeheartedly agree,” she said and this time she was the one crossing the kitchen to get to him.
CHAPTER5
Teesha’s heart beat faster, her breaths coming in soft quickened pants as she came closer to him. It had been one thing to see that quick glimpse of his erection when that towel had fallen. Up close and personal now, it was a totally different story.
A mouthwatering, breathtaking story that she couldn’t wait to find out the ending to. The already hard length was thick and appeared heavy as it jutted from his body. The head was wide, the tiny slit peeking up at her as if inviting her to take all she wanted.
“You can touch it,” he said, his voice gruff with arousal. “Please,” he whispered barely a second later, “Touch it.”
There should’ve been some hesitancy, some warning for her to stop before this got way out of control. After Jazz, she’d sworn off men. They took too much of her time and energy and for what? An orgasm? She could give herself those without all the stress and drama. But there was something else moving inside her now, a yearning that went far beyond the heightened press of desire. This felt more like a bone-deep need, an urging that she could neither admit nor deny.
Her hand was moving before she’d actually decided to do as he’d asked. The moment her fingers slid along his silken skin she sighed with the knowledge that her instinct had been correct. He was heavy and warm to the touch. Dragging her thumb over the head, she felt her tongue snake out to swipe along her bottom lip. On the next inhale she let her hand slide down to the base of him, stroking upward with the barest twist of her wrist.
Kendrick mumbled something. It may’ve been a curse, could’ve been a plea, she didn’t know. All she could focus on was how mesmerizing her hand looked easing up and down his length. He pumped slowly into her strokes, his breaths coming faster, to match hers.
“Teesha.” Her name was a drawn-out whisper-moan that floated throughout the kitchen.
She didn’t want to stop, even though her nipples had hardened and her panties were now soaked. The incessant throbbing between her legs begged for her to strip just as Kendrick had done and spread her legs for him to come inside. But that need that now swirled through her like a building storm, pummeled her thoughts. Her mind was fixated on one thing and that was in the palm of her hand, it’s slit now weeping with the pearly white arousal.
“I want to taste it.”
He groaned and she realized she’d spoken the words aloud.
“Please,” he whispered.
Tearing her gaze away from his delectable dick she stared up into a face that was again familiar and yet so drastically different. This wasn’t the guy she’d known in college. And yet, it was because she’d known him so well for four years that she felt the cloak of inhibitions lifted. The gates to her innermost desires and sultriest thoughts flung open.
“Please, Tee. Put your mouth on me.”
His eyes had gone dark like storm clouds, his lips were parted as he panted the words.
“Are you begging?” she asked, a teasing tone lacing the words. Holding his dick in her hands, offering to ease the thick length into her mouth left her feeling empowered and sexy as hell. There’d never been a moment, an outfit, a hairdo, or a man who’d made her feel this way before.
He slid a hand back to the nape of her neck, holding her tight as his gaze captured hers. “For one night with you?” he asked in that sex-gruff voice. “Hell yeah.”
His lips were on hers in the next second, his tongue thrusting deep inside her mouth, twisting and twining around hers. The sheer eroticism of the kiss took her breath away and she stroked his dick in tune with the way his tongue eased along hers.
She pulled away, breathing as if her life depended on breaking the intoxicating contact. Her legs were bending in the next seconds, easing her down until the wide head of his dick was level with her face. For endless moments she could only stare at it. The stretch of skin over thick veins, the length from his base to the tip as her hand moved up and down again. The dampness on the pad of her thumb where she’d swiped his pre-cum, the new droplets that appeared as she sucked in a breath.
Why did she want to taste him so badly? Where was this urging building from deep inside her like a tidal wave? She had no answers, all she had, was tonight.
Extending her tongue she touched the moistness at his tip, licking until it was gone and then moaning with how sensual that act had felt. She covered the head with her mouth, sucking it hard praying for more, while her hand continued to work his shaft.
