All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes. King kissed her like he owned her and she ached to just let him take her. Any way he wanted; as many times as she could take him.
King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly.
Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, and he skimmed her side until he reached her hip, slid over her taut stomach, glided up her body again to her other breast. Naomi gave a low cry against his mouth when he circled her nipple, and he kissed her harder, deeper.
“Naomi,” he muttered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. God, I’ve wanted you like this for so long…”
His words smashed through her lust, the verbal equivalent of a bucket of freezing cold water. Suddenly, she saw how this would look to anyone just stumbling on to this scene, and she was horrified. She was totally out of control of this situation, and she was seconds away from giving everything to a man who hadn’t even taken her out on a date. A man who was a known player and commitment-phobe. A man who was the exact opposite of the kind of man she should be with in recovery.
Oh, my God. What the hell am I doing?
“Matt!” She jerked back, struggled to free herself. “Put me down!”
“Hey, it’s OK…”
“It’s not OK. Let me go, right now.”
“Alright, Naomi… whatever you want.” He took a calming breath. “I’m not going to force you.”
Carefully, he set her on her feet, watching to make sure she didn’t sway or fall. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she backed right up. King stared at her, totally stunned at her quicksilver change in mood. Ten seconds ago, she’d been liquid fire, writhing and murmuring in his arms, her soft hands on his face. And now, she was looking at him like he was a frightening stranger who was trying to drag her in to an alley, and she was about as warm and welcoming as an iceberg.
“Honey…”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, trying to ignore the way her nipples tightened and tingled at his possessive growl.
“OK, I’m sorry.” He held up his hands in a placatory gesture. “Naomi. What’s wrong?”
“I – I shouldn’t have… that shouldn’t have happened.”
“Why not? It’s clear we both wanted it to.”
“That doesn’t mean that it was a good idea.”
King grinned, slow and sexy. “Actually, that means that it was a fucking great idea. That was the hottest kissing I’ve ever known in my life, and I want more of it. More of you.”
She glared. “Sorry to disappoint you, then, ‘cause that’s all you’re getting of the kissing and of me.”
He paused, finally really hearing her anger. “Naomi?”
“What?” She moved farther away.
“Are you – did I hurt you? Scare you?”
“No. You pissed me off.”
He blinked. “I’m sorry… I thought you wanted this, too.”
“No.”
King suddenly had no idea what to say or do. “OK, then. My mistake. It won’t happen again.”
“That would be awesome.” She crossed her arms tight across those amazing breasts. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get ready for tonight.”
“Yeah.” He pulled himself together a bit, still trying to get his head around what the hell was going on here. “Yeah, me too. I’ll get going.”
“Good.”
“So… I’ll see you in a couple of hours, I guess.”
“Yes.”
King stared at her, trying to think what to say to bring her back to him, but his mind was blank. Naomi was looking at him like she’d be overjoyed if he just dropped dead on the spot, her head tipped to one side in a gesture of annoyance and impatience. He saw her rigid body language and knew there was nothing to be said or done. She’d been pretty damn clear: she didn’t want him around. Like, at
King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly.
Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, and he skimmed her side until he reached her hip, slid over her taut stomach, glided up her body again to her other breast. Naomi gave a low cry against his mouth when he circled her nipple, and he kissed her harder, deeper.
“Naomi,” he muttered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. God, I’ve wanted you like this for so long…”
His words smashed through her lust, the verbal equivalent of a bucket of freezing cold water. Suddenly, she saw how this would look to anyone just stumbling on to this scene, and she was horrified. She was totally out of control of this situation, and she was seconds away from giving everything to a man who hadn’t even taken her out on a date. A man who was a known player and commitment-phobe. A man who was the exact opposite of the kind of man she should be with in recovery.
Oh, my God. What the hell am I doing?
“Matt!” She jerked back, struggled to free herself. “Put me down!”
“Hey, it’s OK…”
“It’s not OK. Let me go, right now.”
“Alright, Naomi… whatever you want.” He took a calming breath. “I’m not going to force you.”
Carefully, he set her on her feet, watching to make sure she didn’t sway or fall. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she backed right up. King stared at her, totally stunned at her quicksilver change in mood. Ten seconds ago, she’d been liquid fire, writhing and murmuring in his arms, her soft hands on his face. And now, she was looking at him like he was a frightening stranger who was trying to drag her in to an alley, and she was about as warm and welcoming as an iceberg.
“Honey…”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, trying to ignore the way her nipples tightened and tingled at his possessive growl.
“OK, I’m sorry.” He held up his hands in a placatory gesture. “Naomi. What’s wrong?”
“I – I shouldn’t have… that shouldn’t have happened.”
“Why not? It’s clear we both wanted it to.”
“That doesn’t mean that it was a good idea.”
King grinned, slow and sexy. “Actually, that means that it was a fucking great idea. That was the hottest kissing I’ve ever known in my life, and I want more of it. More of you.”
She glared. “Sorry to disappoint you, then, ‘cause that’s all you’re getting of the kissing and of me.”
He paused, finally really hearing her anger. “Naomi?”
“What?” She moved farther away.
“Are you – did I hurt you? Scare you?”
“No. You pissed me off.”
He blinked. “I’m sorry… I thought you wanted this, too.”
“No.”
King suddenly had no idea what to say or do. “OK, then. My mistake. It won’t happen again.”
“That would be awesome.” She crossed her arms tight across those amazing breasts. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get ready for tonight.”
“Yeah.” He pulled himself together a bit, still trying to get his head around what the hell was going on here. “Yeah, me too. I’ll get going.”
“Good.”
“So… I’ll see you in a couple of hours, I guess.”
“Yes.”
King stared at her, trying to think what to say to bring her back to him, but his mind was blank. Naomi was looking at him like she’d be overjoyed if he just dropped dead on the spot, her head tipped to one side in a gesture of annoyance and impatience. He saw her rigid body language and knew there was nothing to be said or done. She’d been pretty damn clear: she didn’t want him around. Like, at
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