Night Whispers - Leslie Kelly [56]
“Yes, oh, please,” she moaned, mindless with pleasure as he ran his palms over her taut, aching nipples.
He stroked her, savoring the soft feel of her flesh. Mitch wanted to taste her, every inch of her. He heard her disappointed moan when he lowered his hands from her breasts, then her excited gasp when she realized he was yanking off her top. Mitch paid no attention. He wrapped one arm around her waist and leaned her back until he could capture the tip of one lovely breast in his mouth.
She thought she might scream. His lips and tongue caressed her, and his teeth lightly scraped her sensitive flesh, sending chills down her spine. Kelsey dug her hands into Mitch’s shoulders, leaning even farther back and urging him ever closer, not wanting to lose one moment of sensation. He supported her entire weight. Her feet slipped a bit on the cement, but he held her safe.
Realizing he might be hurting her, Mitch grabbed Kelsey, lifting her by her pajama-clad hips, and pulled her legs around his waist. He held her there, keeping his arms tight around her, taking advantage of her nearness to thoroughly kiss the front of her body. She wriggled against him, pressing against his throbbing erection, and he was overpowered with the need to be inside her.
“Kelsey,” he said raggedly as he trailed kisses up her neck to the side of her face. “We need to go upstairs. I don’t have anything with me…for protection.”
She didn’t say a word, just grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers for another long, mind-searing kiss. Mitch walked across the basement floor toward the stairs, carrying her, her long slim legs wrapped tightly around his waist. When she pulled her mouth away to gulp in a lungful of air, Mitch ran the tip of his tongue across her earlobe, down her neck and over her collarbone, before capturing her throbbing breast again. Her hips jerked in an instant response.
He carried her effortlessly up the stairs, her slight weight not hindering him at all. Mitch was so overwhelmed with desire and adrenaline that he probably could have carried her like that for miles. He paused in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter while she rained kisses along his jawline and up to his mouth.
Kelsey boldly kissed Mitch, sucking his bottom lip and exploring him with her tongue. Then they were moving again and she held on, not caring where they went as long as he did not stop this delicious assault on her senses.
Mitch paused as they entered the bedroom, and Kelsey watched as he flicked on the switch to a small lamp on the dresser. The dim light enabled her to see his handsome face clearly, and she felt a rush of feminine pleasure at his look of mindless desire. She glanced over his shoulder into the mirror and almost didn’t recognize the wide-eyed woman staring back at her. Her hair, still curly from her costume, was wildly tangled, and her lips were swollen and parted. She watched the muscles of Mitch’s back tense and ripple as she slowly ran her fingernails over him.
Mitch yanked a box of condoms out of a dresser drawer and tossed it onto the bed. Slowly he released her, letting her slide down his body without ever breaking their intimate contact. Trying to control his ragged breathing, he gently brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her softly on the temple.
“Maybe we’d better slow down. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, trying to force himself to calm down in spite of the torrent of raging emotion still churning inside his body.
“Don’t you dare,” Kelsey said, turning to press her lips against his once more. She reached her arms around his neck and whispered against his mouth, “You can be gentle next time.”
Mitch didn’t need any further invitation. Her softly spoken command inflamed him, and he reached for her waist and slid the silky pajama bottoms off her body in one long, slow caress. His knuckles scraped against her, and he realized she wore