Page 40 of Wild Justice

Stumbling into her bedroom, Lulu shrugged her coat off while Kai did the same, tossing them carelessly on the floor. She ought to be freezing from their walk, but instead she was steaming hot, wanting to shed her clothes as quickly as possible to get some relief.

Kai must have felt the same, because his fingers were working at the buttons of his shirt before practically tearing it off in his haste.

“Easy,” she said, reaching for the button on his jeans. “I don’t want you to rip anything. We’ll get there. I promise.”

It was a promise she intended to keep.

Clothes were discarded without a second thought, and they fell onto her bed, kissing and exploring one another’s bodies. She was fascinated by how his skin felt under her palms, so different from herself, rougher and warmer. She loved how she could hear his swiftly indrawn breath when her fingertips brushed against him, already hard and ready.

His own questing fingers were busy cataloging her sighs and moans when he kissed or caressed an especially sensitive spot. His hands left a trail of fire wherever they went, amping up her own arousal until she thought she might scream from the overwhelming pleasure.

Her abdomen tightened as he pushed her already damp thighs apart and traced a pattern on the quivering flesh with his tongue. He continued his travels lazily, taking his sweet time despite her pleas.

“Now, Kai,” she whispered, her voice rough with need. “Now.”

Not waiting for him to react or reply, she pushed at his shoulder so that she could roll him onto his back. He didn’t protest in the least, a grin spreading on his far too handsome face. He raised his arms and pillowed his hands under his head, making himself quite comfortable.

“Tell me what you need,” Kai said. “I’ll make sure you get it.”

“Too much talk,” Lulu said, running her hands up and down his muscled torso before cupping him in her hands, drawing a tortured groan from his lips.

The first time with someone new was always a bit awkward.

Should I move my leg there? Should I play it cool? What if he thinks I’m a freak, and not the good kind?

With Kai, Lulu didn’t feel the pressure to be someone she wasn’t. She didn’t muffle her moans of pleasure, or even worse, pretend that she was feeling something that she wasn’t to bolster his ego. He wasn’t afraid to change up what he was doing based on her reactions, and she didn’t play orgasm games trying to win an Oscar for best actress while performing in a bedroom scene.

When they came together, it was tentative at first. Bracing her hands on his chest, she moved experimentally, watching his reactions when she swayed her hips to the left, then to the right, and back again.

Their breathing grew more ragged as they found the tempo that was going to launch them into the stars. Their groans and moans filled the steamy room, as X-rated shadows mimicked their movements on the wall with the moonlight peeking through the drapes.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air as they drove closer to the edge of the cliff, just suspended there for what seemed like forever but was probably only seconds. The plunge was imminent, and she held her breath as she waited, the roaring in her ears sounding like a freight train in her tiny apartment. Everything froze for that split second, the world ceasing to exist outside of this room and this bed. She tried to hold on to that delicious feeling of exquisite pleasure just a moment longer, but the inevitable climax was even sweeter.

Clutching Kai’s shoulders, she surrendered to her orgasm, riding each wave until she was wrung out from the pleasure. His own orgasm had hit him as well, and they clung together afterward, fidgeting in the sheets until they found the perfect position - Kai’s larger frame spooning her, his arms wrapped protectively around her body.

“You pack a punch,” he said softly into her ear, his breath warm on her cheek.

A shiver ran through her, and she chuckled at his praise.

“You, too. We might have to do this again.”

The two of them just might be on to something here. Was this simply a one-night stand? Or the beginning of a…relationship?

Lulu was makingcoffee in the kitchen the next morning when the door swung open, and Henry walked in. He closed it behind him and gave her a look practically daring her to ask where he’d been all night.

They’d been friends for too long to wait until he’d double-dog dared her.

“I was worried about you.”

“You know I can take care of myself.”

She did know that. Henry was always overprepared for any situation.

“Okay, let’s say that I was wondering where you were,” Lulu replied. “Does that sound better?”

“Yes.” Henry sat down at the tiny kitchen table, playing with the keys in his hand. “I was with Lisa.”

Lisa? From the sports bar?

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