seemed loud, and as she pulled the denim over his lean hips he caught the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. When he looked down at her bared body with eyes filled with a worshipful light, she’d never felt more desirable. “Damn, Kendall. How did you get so beautiful?”
“Talk is cheap.” She reached up to curl a hand around his nape. “Show me you like what you see.”
“Bossy.” With a wicked grin he shucked the last of his clothing aside. “But, since you insist.”
Kendall had only a handful of moments to take in the sight of him, but it was enough to make her forget the need to breathe. He was as big sexually as he was in stature, his fully erect staff already glistening with the need she inspired in him. The long columns of his legs were thick with muscles that hinted at a gladiator’s power, and the wall of his chest and washboard stomach was a masculine masterpiece of chiseled perfection. She wanted to touch every place she saw, to make him moan and whisper her name as if she meant something to him.
No time like the present.
He flowed over her as if he’d done it a million times in his mind already, his mouth burrowing into her neck as he palmed her breast and placed a knee between hers. As one, they fell back onto the bed, a position Kendall had no choice in taking as her muscles dissolved under the sensual assault. The glide of his tongue drugged her senses, and he seemed intent on tasting every inch of flesh along her chest. Her eyes drifted closed as his teeth nipped at the ridge of her clavicle, then she gasped out loud when he brushed a cheek roughened with a day’s growth of beard against the sensitive tip of a breast.
“Zeke.” His name was like a prayer, but she couldn’t help it. Somewhere along the way the man had become the center of her universe. “You’re killing me.”
“And here I am, trying to be so gentle.” Kisses rained over the rounded swell of feminine flesh before he drew a tongue over its mauve-tipped, stiffened peak. “Should I try harder?”
“Harder. Yes.” Her hands roamed with avid need down the ladder of his rib cage to his hips, her thumbs rubbing at the subtle points of his hip bones. “Please. Harder .”
“Yes, ma’am.” With that solemn promise, he took her sensitized nipple into his mouth and suckled like he was trying to draw the meaning of life from her body.
A sweet unfurling of sensation in the cleft between her thighs suddenly bloomed, a hot rush of wet heat that was so delightful she couldn’t stop a shuddering moan. Her back arched in a spasm of bliss, blindly seeking more. Flesh rubbed against flesh, a warm, fractious caress that sparked an urgent demand, and suddenly the tantalizing foreplay was gone. In its place was hunger and need and fire, and Kendall shivered with the thrill of his weight coming to push her down into the mattress.
But even then it wasn’t enough.
She never heard how she whispered his name as if it was the only word she knew. She was too busy digging her fingers into the firm flesh of his rounded bottom to push him into the loving embrace of her thighs. Blindly he left her long enough to pull protection from his wallet and slide it in place before he returned to her, his heavy-lidded eyes like twin flames on the verge of burning out of control.
The hand he trailed down her belly was a wordless claiming as he settled himself once more between her knees. With unerring precision his fingers slid into the curls at the juncture of her thighs, the flesh there swollen and aching even as he kissed her with a slow, penetrating rhythm that mirrored the act of sex itself.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Kendall?” He stroked her most sensitive point until she writhed and cried out, and he smiled against her lips. “You’re a dream come true, so responsive you turn me inside out.”
Responsive? She was about to spontaneously combust. “ Now , Zeke.”
“I want this to be perfect.” His
“Talk is cheap.” She reached up to curl a hand around his nape. “Show me you like what you see.”
“Bossy.” With a wicked grin he shucked the last of his clothing aside. “But, since you insist.”
Kendall had only a handful of moments to take in the sight of him, but it was enough to make her forget the need to breathe. He was as big sexually as he was in stature, his fully erect staff already glistening with the need she inspired in him. The long columns of his legs were thick with muscles that hinted at a gladiator’s power, and the wall of his chest and washboard stomach was a masculine masterpiece of chiseled perfection. She wanted to touch every place she saw, to make him moan and whisper her name as if she meant something to him.
No time like the present.
He flowed over her as if he’d done it a million times in his mind already, his mouth burrowing into her neck as he palmed her breast and placed a knee between hers. As one, they fell back onto the bed, a position Kendall had no choice in taking as her muscles dissolved under the sensual assault. The glide of his tongue drugged her senses, and he seemed intent on tasting every inch of flesh along her chest. Her eyes drifted closed as his teeth nipped at the ridge of her clavicle, then she gasped out loud when he brushed a cheek roughened with a day’s growth of beard against the sensitive tip of a breast.
“Zeke.” His name was like a prayer, but she couldn’t help it. Somewhere along the way the man had become the center of her universe. “You’re killing me.”
“And here I am, trying to be so gentle.” Kisses rained over the rounded swell of feminine flesh before he drew a tongue over its mauve-tipped, stiffened peak. “Should I try harder?”
“Harder. Yes.” Her hands roamed with avid need down the ladder of his rib cage to his hips, her thumbs rubbing at the subtle points of his hip bones. “Please. Harder .”
“Yes, ma’am.” With that solemn promise, he took her sensitized nipple into his mouth and suckled like he was trying to draw the meaning of life from her body.
A sweet unfurling of sensation in the cleft between her thighs suddenly bloomed, a hot rush of wet heat that was so delightful she couldn’t stop a shuddering moan. Her back arched in a spasm of bliss, blindly seeking more. Flesh rubbed against flesh, a warm, fractious caress that sparked an urgent demand, and suddenly the tantalizing foreplay was gone. In its place was hunger and need and fire, and Kendall shivered with the thrill of his weight coming to push her down into the mattress.
But even then it wasn’t enough.
She never heard how she whispered his name as if it was the only word she knew. She was too busy digging her fingers into the firm flesh of his rounded bottom to push him into the loving embrace of her thighs. Blindly he left her long enough to pull protection from his wallet and slide it in place before he returned to her, his heavy-lidded eyes like twin flames on the verge of burning out of control.
The hand he trailed down her belly was a wordless claiming as he settled himself once more between her knees. With unerring precision his fingers slid into the curls at the juncture of her thighs, the flesh there swollen and aching even as he kissed her with a slow, penetrating rhythm that mirrored the act of sex itself.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Kendall?” He stroked her most sensitive point until she writhed and cried out, and he smiled against her lips. “You’re a dream come true, so responsive you turn me inside out.”
Responsive? She was about to spontaneously combust. “ Now , Zeke.”
“I want this to be perfect.” His
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