condom and his pants were on the other side of the room. She solved the dilemma by tearing open a foil packet she’d retrieved from somewhere. Bless her.
He closed his eyes when she rolled the condom on him, her soft hand as lethal as a tongue stroke. Capturing her wrist, he pulled her back. Then, with a thrust of his hips, he sought the place he’d wanted to be ever since he laid eyes on Marissa.
Inside her.
* * *
MARISSA HAD BRACED HERSELF for the feel of him, but her imaginings paled in comparison to the reality of Kyle. She’d never had sex like this. She’d been with men who moved on the fringes of life—like her. Kyle lived it. Embraced it. Grabbed it with both hands and ran.
And oh, she could feel that in the way he touched and kissed her.
“Are you okay?” He held himself very still after the first easy thrust of his hips.
She knew he was holding back. There was more for her. He’d waited because of her. Because she’d told him she might not be ready for all he had to offer.
But she was so ready now.
Arching her hips, she took all of him. It wasn’t graceful or smooth, but it felt so damn good she wasn’t even the slightest bit sorry she’d taken the initiative. She could tell from his expression—eyes closed, the cords in his neck straining—that he liked the way it felt.
She wrapped her arms around him, savoring every second of having him so close. He was a beautiful, well-made man, his body eye-poppingly masculine. And she had him all to herself. Her body hovered near to fulfillment, her sex humming with frantic nerve endings just waiting for their moment to sing. Yet she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to roll around this bed with Kyle wrapped up in her arms for hours. Days.
Lightly, she bit his shoulder then kissed it. Bit and kiss. Licked the salty path of his skin sheened with a hint of sweat from holding back.
At least, she’d like to think that’s what it was from. Even now, he started an easy rhythm with his hips. Staved off the inevitable completion with a slow stroke in. Out.
His gaze locked on hers in the candlelight and her heart did a flip inside her chest. Men like him had never noticed her. She had no idea why he seemed to. But there was no denying the attraction. They didn’t need to put words to it since it was simply there. All the time.
“I want you all day,” he told her, the sentiment echoing her thoughts. “I hope you can clear your calendar.”
“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Better make now perfect just in case.”
“Don’t say that.” His thrusts grew harder. Deeper. Faster.
“I’m serious.” She knotted her fingers in the bedspread, anchoring herself against the temptation to become swept away by him.
“I know.” He dipped down to her breast and circled the tip with his tongue in a way that reminded her of other things he’d done to her. Sweet, wicked things that made her breathe faster now. “But if I was going to make it perfect this time,” he continued, pinning her hips with his and moving them in a slow circle that took her breath away. “I would have made you come first with my mouth.”
Just hearing the words undid her. She flew apart with a cry, her legs shaking and her body rocking with hard spasms. The power of it rushed her in waves and she had no choice but to let it take her.
He followed her before her release stopped so that their shouts mingled at one point, each at the mercy of something lush and wild.
She rolled to her side on the bed, her body still subject to aftershocks as he held her. It was the most transcendent sex she’d ever had, and she clung to Kyle’s shoulders to steady herself in the long, silent moments afterward. Her mind cleared slowly as rational thought returned.
The most rash and reckless thing she’d ever done could come back and bite her. She could lose her credibility in the matchmaking business. Fail her mother completely. But she hadn’t been thinking and she’d been caught in an
He closed his eyes when she rolled the condom on him, her soft hand as lethal as a tongue stroke. Capturing her wrist, he pulled her back. Then, with a thrust of his hips, he sought the place he’d wanted to be ever since he laid eyes on Marissa.
Inside her.
* * *
MARISSA HAD BRACED HERSELF for the feel of him, but her imaginings paled in comparison to the reality of Kyle. She’d never had sex like this. She’d been with men who moved on the fringes of life—like her. Kyle lived it. Embraced it. Grabbed it with both hands and ran.
And oh, she could feel that in the way he touched and kissed her.
“Are you okay?” He held himself very still after the first easy thrust of his hips.
She knew he was holding back. There was more for her. He’d waited because of her. Because she’d told him she might not be ready for all he had to offer.
But she was so ready now.
Arching her hips, she took all of him. It wasn’t graceful or smooth, but it felt so damn good she wasn’t even the slightest bit sorry she’d taken the initiative. She could tell from his expression—eyes closed, the cords in his neck straining—that he liked the way it felt.
She wrapped her arms around him, savoring every second of having him so close. He was a beautiful, well-made man, his body eye-poppingly masculine. And she had him all to herself. Her body hovered near to fulfillment, her sex humming with frantic nerve endings just waiting for their moment to sing. Yet she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to roll around this bed with Kyle wrapped up in her arms for hours. Days.
Lightly, she bit his shoulder then kissed it. Bit and kiss. Licked the salty path of his skin sheened with a hint of sweat from holding back.
At least, she’d like to think that’s what it was from. Even now, he started an easy rhythm with his hips. Staved off the inevitable completion with a slow stroke in. Out.
His gaze locked on hers in the candlelight and her heart did a flip inside her chest. Men like him had never noticed her. She had no idea why he seemed to. But there was no denying the attraction. They didn’t need to put words to it since it was simply there. All the time.
“I want you all day,” he told her, the sentiment echoing her thoughts. “I hope you can clear your calendar.”
“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Better make now perfect just in case.”
“Don’t say that.” His thrusts grew harder. Deeper. Faster.
“I’m serious.” She knotted her fingers in the bedspread, anchoring herself against the temptation to become swept away by him.
“I know.” He dipped down to her breast and circled the tip with his tongue in a way that reminded her of other things he’d done to her. Sweet, wicked things that made her breathe faster now. “But if I was going to make it perfect this time,” he continued, pinning her hips with his and moving them in a slow circle that took her breath away. “I would have made you come first with my mouth.”
Just hearing the words undid her. She flew apart with a cry, her legs shaking and her body rocking with hard spasms. The power of it rushed her in waves and she had no choice but to let it take her.
He followed her before her release stopped so that their shouts mingled at one point, each at the mercy of something lush and wild.
She rolled to her side on the bed, her body still subject to aftershocks as he held her. It was the most transcendent sex she’d ever had, and she clung to Kyle’s shoulders to steady herself in the long, silent moments afterward. Her mind cleared slowly as rational thought returned.
The most rash and reckless thing she’d ever done could come back and bite her. She could lose her credibility in the matchmaking business. Fail her mother completely. But she hadn’t been thinking and she’d been caught in an
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