Naturally Naughty - Leslie Kelly [68]
“Yes,” she said with a contented sigh.
“Yes,” he echoed.
She didn’t move at first, just sat there, absorbing him, stroking him with muscles deep within her body. She saw him clench his fist and tilt his head back in pleasure.
“More?”
He nodded, reaching for her hips. “Definitely more, Kate.”
Then he started to move below her, thrusting upward. She met every stroke with one of her own, amazed at how quickly their bodies synchronized to one another.
It was hot. Energetic. Frenzied.
But also something else. There were moments when they’d meet each other’s eyes and smile. When he’d reach up to brush her hair off her sweat-dampened cheek. Or he’d rub his thumb across her lower lip, then tug her down for a slow, wet kiss that somehow felt even more personal than the mating of their lower bodies.
He’d slow the pace, drag out the pleasure, until Kate felt her legs tremble with near exhaustion.
“Let me,” he said as he held her around the waist. He rolled her over, staying inside her, his face inches from hers. Another kiss. Another stroke.
She turned her head and saw them in the mirror. Saw him holding his beautifully hard body above hers on his thick, strong arms. Saw his shoulders flex, his back strain, his gorgeous, tight butt move up and down as he pumped into her over and over again, so deep she had to gasp for breath. She clutched his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his hips and met him thrust for thrust.
She sensed the minute he’d gone too far to hold back. And as soon as he had, he braced himself on one arm, bringing his other hand between their bodies. “Come with me, honey.”
And, of course, Kate did.
“I’M SORRY I didn’t call,” he whispered a few minutes later. They lay together on the newly carpeted floor, wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging lazy kisses and slow caresses.
He felt her stiffen against him. Then she asked, “Sorry because you had to wait for this?”
“No, I’m not sorry that way. I mean, I apologize for not calling you, Kate. I thought I had good reasons—and maybe I did. But I thought about you constantly and I never stopped wanting to see you again.”
She tilted her head back to study his face. “Good reasons. And that’s all you’re going to say?”
He nodded once, knowing he couldn’t elaborate. The truth of the long-term relationship between his father and her mother was tough enough for him to deal with. He didn’t want to burden Kate with it. Her mother was still alive—the past needed to die.
“Just tell me one thing, okay? Tell me it wasn’t because you’re involved with someone else. If I find out you’re married, engaged or engaged to be engaged, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
He chuckled. “No. I’m completely unattached. Or, rather, I was until I met you.”
She smiled languorously and leaned over to press a sweet, wet kiss on his mouth. He held her tighter.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked.
“Anything.” Knowing the way Kate’s mind worked, she was probably about to ask him something sexual and intense, getting them both hot and ready to go again. His mouth went dry in anticipation, knowing they could play sensual games here all night long. He definitely wanted to try some different positions in front of the mirrors.
“Do you know how to play Bunko?”
“I’ve never heard of it.” He raised a hopeful brow. “Is it some kind of sex game?”
She bit her lip as she giggled. “I certainly hope not.” He felt her shoulders shaking as her laughter increased. “Good grief, a sex game. Can you imagine? The women of Pleasantville gathering every other week to play a sex game in someone’s living room? Complete with prizes and bourbon?”
“I think you could stock the prizes from right here at Bare Essentials.”
She giggled even more. “Oh, my, I can just imagine Eileen Saginaw trying to choose her prize from between the strap-on vibrator or the two-headed dildo.”
He rolled onto his back, tugging her with him until she lay on his chest. Her hair blanketed his stomach, flowing all the way down to his