Page 87 of That One Heartbreak

“Then let me kiss you.”

“Not until I’ve kissed you.” She pulled him out of his shorts, her breath hitching at the sight of his thickness. He reached down to touch her breasts, his fingers tracing the swell of them, then dipping inside the lace.

Was it possible to come from giving somebody a blow job? Or before you’ve even wrapped your lips around them? She wasn’t sure, but damn, she was already close.

Taking a long, slow lick of him, she let out a groan. He did, too. His fingers moved into her hair as she wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking at him, then slowly hollowing her cheeks to pull him into the warm velvet of her mouth.

“Christ,” he muttered.

She moved her mouth along his length, savoring the hard heat of this man.

“Look at me,” he said hoarsely.

And she did. There was something in his gaze that made her want to give him everything. Not just wonder, but pure need, too. She curled her tongue around him, sucking him in again, finding a rhythm that made his breath speed and his fingers curl into her hair.

He needed this. She did, too. Needed to feel the pure maleness of him. To connect with him on a level she hadn’t realized how much she missed. She felt feminine at his feet. But not weak, not at all.

There was a power to the way he was whispering her name. A strength to the way she could make this man’s body respond to her.

“Kate, you need to stop,” he grunted, trying to stay the movement of her head with his palm.

But she didn’t want to. She wanted his pleasure. There would be later orgasms. They had all night. She needed to taste him. To show him just how much he meant to her.

She looked up at him through her thick lashes, and he let out a strangled groan.

“Do you know how beautiful you look with me in your mouth?” he rasped.

Yeah, she did, because she could see it reflected back in his gaze. Yes, there was lust. And wonderment too. But more than anything there was emotion. So much of it. She could see it in every sweep of his lashes. His fingers were threaded through her hair as she hollowed her cheeks again, pulling him in so deep she had to hold her breath.

Before she could protest, he was pulling out of her mouth, her lips feeling empty as his hardness slammed back against his stomach. He pulled his shorts back up and lifted her, his mouth hungry and demanding as he pulled her legs around his hips and turned to walk to the stairs.

“I’m not coming in your mouth,” he told her. “Yet.”

She grinned at the qualifier. Because she was going to taste this man, that was for certain. But tonight – or this part of it – was his. She’d already decided that. If he wanted to carry her up the stairs in her bra and panties, he could have at it. She kicked her shoes off, afraid she might impale him with the stiletto heels, and they clattered down the steps, as she tightened her thighs around him.

Kate had her arms around his neck as he strode up the stairs, his shoulder muscles twisting and knotting as he carried her with him. His room was the first on the right, and he kicked the door open and practically threw her on the bed.

“Stay there,” he told her, as she reached for him. “I need to look at you for a moment.”

Their eyes met and she could feel his adoration down to her toes. And she did as she was told, because she could sense he needed this.

“Do you know how much I’ve imagined this. You in my bed?” There was a hoarseness to his voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

“You don’t have to imagine anymore,” she whispered, unfastening her bra and throwing it to the side. She couldn’t think of anywhere else she wanted to be right now more than on this man’s perfectly made bed, her body open to him.

She felt like she was falling and had no idea if there was a soft landing.

A slow smile pulled at his lips. “Show me the rest of you.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shimmied them down her hips. She’d never felt more beautiful, more wanted, as he let out a low groan of appreciation.

She looked up at him expectantly. “Are you going to undress too, or are you just going to stand there?” she teased.

“I just need to stay here for another minute.” His eyes were raking her body. “I just…” He shook his head. “I never thought…”

That she would be in his bed... “And yet here I am,” she murmured. “And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He unfastened the buttons of his shirt, shucking the cotton off his shoulders to reveal his perfectly sculpted body. Her thighs clenched at the sight of him in the pale light of the bedside lamp. He reached down to take off his already-open pants, sliding them over his thickly muscled thighs, before kicking them to the side until he was just in his shorts, the plush tip of him escaping from his waistband.

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