Pure Pleasure (4 page)

I nodded. “And the people I work with, as I mentioned. They’re all very different and all very wonderful. I actually don’t live in Scottsdale. Can’t afford it and I wouldn’t enjoy it if I did. North Phoenix is nice, much more down to earth. If I could convince my mom to move to Arizona, I’d be surrounded by a beautiful family. But she won’t leave Seattle because that’s where my father is buried.”

He studied me a moment as he lifted a plump curl from my bare shoulder and rubbed the strands between his finger and thumb, as though sampling the texture. Finally, he said, “I can see you in an upscale environment like Scottsdale. Yet you fit in here at this race too. Sure, you stand out with your clothes and makeup, but there’s nothing wrong with that. You’ve got a sophisticated look. But you also seem comfortable here. Relaxed and natural and… I don’t know. As though you’re having a good time.”

“I am having a good time. In fact, I’m having a great time.”

My fingers had been hooked in the waistband of his jeans this entire time and I used the leverage to tug him closer to me.

His soft laugh reverberated deep within me. His next words convinced me I was making the right decision by staying.

“You got my adrenaline flowing. But all the major moves are up to you.”

“Seems to me we’re on the same page.”

“Consenting?” he asked with the lifting of a brow and a suggestive glint in his eyes that set my pulse racing again.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Another low groan fell from his lips. Desire flashed in his blue irises and I couldn’t stay away from him a second longer.

My hands splayed over his cut abs and then moved upward to his chest. Without missing a beat, his arms wound around my waist and he pulled me to him. In a surprisingly daring move on my part, I shifted a hand to the back of his head and stretched on tiptoe, needing the extra height despite my four-inch heels, to plant a very solid kiss on him.

I didn’t retain control for long, though. Ky’s head lowered so I was no longer on my toes and he took over the kiss with what could only be described as a scorching-hot lip-lock that commanded my passion and conveyed his.

His tongue delved deep at the same time one of his hands left my waist and eased between us, moving upward to palm a breast and squeeze it almost roughly. My body reacted instantly to the aggressive touch and a moan lodged in my throat as fire roared through me.

His other hand shifted from the small of my back to my ass. He cupped a cheek and pressed me tighter against him. I felt his erection and heat and—in a strangely enlightened, visceral way—his need for me. It mirrored my own need.

I let him have his way with me. The hand on my chest quickly slipped under my top to cup my breast more intimately. I felt the warmth of his skin through the satin and lace material of my bra and though it made my insides burn, I craved so much more. I desperately wanted skin-on-skin contact. I wanted to feel his hands on my naked body. I wanted to feel my bare breasts pressed to his bare chest. I wanted it all.

Disentangling myself from him, I reached for the hem of my shirt and quickly stripped it off. I didn’t question my uncharacteristically wanton behavior. All I could think of was how much I wanted Ky, and how dynamic we were together.

Not surprisingly, he didn’t handle me in the traditional sense. He took one look at me, let out a sexy grunt and then turned me around so my back was to him. He leaned in close and his hands glided over my stomach and up to my breasts. Palming them, he kneaded and massaged in a confident, territorial way. As though I belonged only to him and he knew it.

He nuzzled the crook of my neck, his lips swept over my skin, kissing and nipping until my body was so limp, I practically slumped against him as his hard chest sealed to my back and his entire essence enveloped me. He kissed me just below the ear and I felt the effects deep within me. A hot and restless sensation blossomed low in my belly as he pushed the cups of my bra down and tucked them under my breasts. He caressed the mounds again with his erotic blend of gentle roughness. His touch was highly arousing, sending me into sensory overload.

With skilled hands, he pinched and rolled my nipples until I was delirious with desire and in need of relief from all the sexual tension he created. Clasping one of his hands, I dragged it down my stomach to the apex of my legs. His strong fingers rubbed my labia through my pants. His arm at my chest stretched across me to cup one breast while his forearm covered the other, the soft hairs teasing the nipple.

“You’re making me unbelievably hard,” he whispered in my ear.

His words sent a shiver of delight down my spine. “I’m not exactly in control of my own body at the moment.”

“There is a serious amount of chemistry between us.”

It was more than that. His raw sexual intensity sparked something inside me that had me buzzing more excitedly than a bee in a honeycomb.

When he released me, an unchecked murmur of protest fell from my lips.

“Patience,” he said in a slightly amused though mostly strained tone.

His large hands slid behind the waistband of my black pants and he pushed the material down my legs. Crouching behind me, he helped me out of my boots and socks as I flattened my palms on the smooth wood of the credenza for support. He discarded my clothing before standing again. With one hand, he flicked the fastening on my bra and I slipped out of the lingerie. I wore nothing but the thong panties that matched my bra.

A low, almost primal groan from Ky told me he liked what he saw.

With his arms around me from behind once more, he said, “You are damn sexy.”

He certainly made me feel that way.

His arm crossed my chest again, and he palmed a breast as his other hand returned to my labia, stroking the sensitive flesh as I ground my ass against his erection.

Kissing and nipping my neck as he increased the pressure of his touch between my legs caused my pussy to throb with an erratic beat. When he whisked aside the satin covering me and his fingers glided over my clit, a small cry passed my parted lips and filled the otherwise quiet air.

My nipples were impossibly hard, but as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, they both seemed to pucker even tighter. The sensation was an erotic and tantalizing one, again making me crave so much more. I suddenly became the poster child for the term
hot and bothered
.

Ky seemed perfectly in tune with my increasingly relentless desire. His hand between my legs slipped a little lower and he worked a long finger into my pussy. I bit back the scream of sheer ecstasy that bubbled in my throat. No need to draw attention to us.

A sharp moan
eked
out of me anyway.

“God, you’re tight,” he muttered against my neck, his warm breath teasing my skin. “And wet.”

I had no doubt.

His finger inside me caressed my inner walls as the heel of his hand massaged my clit. My head fell back on his broad shoulder and my deep breaths turned into short, staccato ones laced with sounds of pure pleasure.

This seemed to turn him on—and inspire him—even more, because he disentangled himself from me and dragged my panties down my legs as he knelt behind me.

“Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart,” he said in a gruff tone that excited me.

I did as he instructed as his hands moved up the backs of my thighs to my ass. He squeezed the cheeks before leaning forward and lightly biting one.

I let out a tiny squeal of exhilaration at the unexpected move.

His thumbs rubbed my swollen labia, then stretched the fleshy lips apart as his tongue swiped over the knot of nerves he’d already brought to life.

I bent forward and rested my forearms on the waist-high credenza, propping myself up. I gave him better access to me as I arched my back and lifted my ass a bit higher. His fingertips pressed into my cheeks as his thumbs kept my pussy lips spread and his tongue did sinfully delicious things to my clit.

My nerves endings sizzled and fiery sensations blazed through my body. When he suckled my clit, I gasped as mini lightning bolts struck all the right places.

“Oh God.” I moaned. “Ky… That feels so good.”

His naughty side thrilled me, as did everything else about him.

The tip of his tongue flickered over my clit with enough pressure to make my pulse jump and my inner muscles clench. My stomach coiled with anticipation, because I suspected he had much more in mind when it came to getting me off.

Sure enough, he suckled my clit again and a wave of pleasure washed over me, so strong, my legs shook. He flicked the nub and I groaned.

“Yes,” I whispered on a harsh breath. “Lick my pussy. You’re driving my wild.”

My unbidden cries of delight filled the quiet cabin, and my heart beat so hard and fast, I was certain he could hear it. Flames danced along my skin and heat prickled the erogenous zones between my legs.

He licked and suckled until I was panting harshly and drowning in the sexual bliss he so easily incited.

Clearly he felt inclined to kick things up a notch.

Using his hands instead of his tongue now, Ky stood and eased two fingers into my wet pussy from behind as his other hand slid around to the front of me and he rubbed my clit. His fingers pumped in and out of my cunt, quick and determined. Myriad sensations overwhelmed me and they all felt so incredibly fantastic, I wanted to cling to them forever. But I was too lost in the pleasure to not barrel toward the release from all the tension mounting within me.

Ky didn’t let up and moments later, a sensational and breath-stealing eruption deep in my pussy made me cry out again.

“Oh God, yes!” I moaned as I succumbed to the wicked beats and the pulsating heat radiating inside me.

His fingers continued to work their magic as I orgasmed, prolonging and intensifying the glorious sensations as my heavy breathing echoed all around us.

When the climax eventually ebbed and I relaxed a little, he withdrew from me and took a small step away.

I straightened and turned to face him, a bit unsteady on my feet from the tremors running through me.

As I stared up at him, the dark passion swirling in his blue irises and the lusty look he gave me made my stomach and my heart flutter.

I closed the gap between us, but before I could make my own move, his fingers twined in my hair at the back of my head and he urged me toward him as his mouth crashed down on mine.

I melted under the heat of his kiss, my body melding to his as our tongues tangled. I couldn’t deny the orgasm he’d delivered had been out of this world, but his kisses were even more astounding. No man had ever kissed me as though he couldn’t get enough of me. As though he couldn’t get close enough to me or satisfy his need for me. Nor had one seemed less cautious about the message he conveyed with the affectionate gesture. There was nothing guarded or censored in his kiss or in the way he looked at me, touched me or held me.

Ky did not hold back his desires or yearnings. He shared them with me even nonverbally.

When he finally dragged his mouth from mine, I whispered, “Fuck me.”

He groaned. His eyelids dipped as he gazed down at me. His breathing was ragged and his chest rose and fell as sharply as mine did. I wondered if his heart pounded just as wildly.

Reaching for the fly of his Levi’s, I yanked the material apart, the buttons releasing easily from their holes. He extracted two condoms from the front pocket and my teeth clamped down on my lower lip to keep my smile at bay as he tossed them on the credenza.

“Some Boy Scout,” I teased in a soft voice.

“Wishful thinking, actually. I wanted you the second I saw you.”

Yet he still left the progression of our evening up to me. I said, “I’m not going to change my mind at the last minute, believe me. I want you too.”

He shoved the denim down his muscular thighs. He toed off his boots and shucked the jeans and socks. His black briefs remained, but they didn’t hide his hard-on. His cock strained against the material, impressive in size.

Excitement rocketed through me. I’d only had two lovers in my twenty-nine years, and neither had been anything to write home about. I’d assumed that was due to their inability to engage in emotional intimacy, but now I knew it was something more than that. My two flat and fizzled affairs had clearly been a result of neutral chemistry. We’d enjoyed each other’s company, but I’d never sparked with a man the way I did with Ky. Particularly within seconds of meeting him.

The object of my immediate and very intense desire kissed me again, then divested himself of his briefs and said, “Turn around,” as he reached for a condom and tore open the packet.

Without doubt, sex with Ky would be nothing short of earth-shattering. I could sense it in the energy that continuously arced between us. I could see it the rigidity of his muscles and the blaze in his eyes. I could feel it to the core of my being, because we were not the least bit tentative with each other and it was obvious mutual pleasure was what we both sought. Along with that more elusive innate connection we’d already begun to form.

I did as he asked, leaning over the polished wood again, bent at the waist. The tip of his cock nudged my opening and I sucked in a breath as anticipation skittered through me. His hands on my ass spread my cheeks and he inched his way into me, slowly but confidently.