Page 38 of Black Bay Enforcer
Stepping closer, she leaned into him and kissed his sternum as her fingertips explored his obliques.
Kong’s groan was loud, filling the space as he gathered her into his arms. “What are you doing to me?” he uttered hoarsely.
Katherine smiled against his skin as her fingers trailed down to his belt buckle. Before she could get it undone, Kong told her, “I want to see you too.”
In the past, that first unveiling to a new lover’s eyes had always been nerve-racking for Katherine – she was no hardbody – but with Kong, she didn’t feel that trepidation. There was something about him, about the way he looked at her, that filled her with confidence.
Stepping back, her lips tipped with a teasing smile and she kicked off her pumps as her fingers traced up the front of her cardigan. Slowly, watching his face, she began to work each button free until she could peel the garment from her shoulders.
Kong licked his lips as he watched Katherine, his breathing growing labored as she revealed herself inch by torturous inch. It took teeth-grinding will not to reach for her and help her get naked that much faster.
He should probably be doing something, maybe taking his boots off to speed things along, but he didn’t want to miss even a second of this show. He didn’t even want to blink.
Her cardigan removed, she raised the hem of the sleeveless top she’d worn beneath it and a swath of soft, pale flesh was revealed to his hungry gaze. He waited, catching sight of a cream-colored bra that cupped a pair of heavy breasts. His breath lodged in his throat and he didn’t even realize he’d leaned closer until he almost toppled over.
Reaching back with a seductive little smile on her lips, she unclasped her bra and slowly dragged each strap down her arm before she tossed it away.
A rough sound escaped him and he almost went to his knees. “Beautiful.” She was perfect. His hands were practically shaking with the need to touch her and he fisted them hard at his side. Her body was hers to give, not his to take.
His voice was gruff and deeper than he’d ever heard it when he said, “I want to touch you.”
Katherine reached for his hand and he uncurled his stiff fingers so she could take it and lead it to one of her soft breasts. It filled his big hand, the nipple a hard point against his palm. Kong groaned, his eyes rolling closed as he gently squeezed.
He heard the hitch in her breathing and could smell the sweet perfume of her arousal. The scent was so intoxicating he almost lost his head. Opening his eyes, his free hand reached for herother breast, and the sight of his hands cupping her was nearly his undoing. He massaged them both, squeezing and stroking by turns while Katherine’s hands explored his forearms and biceps before moving to his chest.
His erection became almost painful as it throbbed unmercifully. As if Katherine sensed its need to be freed, her fingers skimmed down his abs to his belt. He heard the soft metallic sound as it was released before her fingers began working on the fastening to his pants.
A brief moment of clarity hit him. They were still standing in his living room by the table. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
Katherine nodded, her eyes hot with need as her teeth sunk into that plump, kissable bottom lip. Kong nearly groaned again. With a simple look, she could have him on his knees before her, begging with need. Stepping closer, he bent to kiss her, sealing his lips hungrily to hers.
Without breaking the kiss, he scooped her off her feet and cradled her in his arms as he brought her to his bedroom. Gratitude swamped him that everything smelled fresh since he’d recently cleaned and he’d made his bed that morning with newly laundered sheets.
Releasing her legs, he kept her pressed against him, loving the feel of her breasts against his chest and the way her nipples dragged across his skin as he set her on her feet.
Katherine’s fingers went back to the fastening of his pants and Kong finally broke the kiss as he took her hand. “Let me get my boots first.”
He hated releasing her, even for that brief time, but it had to be done. There was no way in hell he was going to do this with his boots on. This wasn’t some rushed quickie. They had all night to enjoy each other. Lucky for him, he had a lot of practice dressing and undressing quickly. Still, he was pretty sure he set a record for his best time tonight.
His boots shed, he pulled Katherine back into his arms, his mouth finding hers and this time, when she went for his pants, he let her finish. His own hands searched for and found the zip at the back of her skirt and a moment later, it joined his pants and boxer briefs at their feet. His hands stroked over her, exploring her lush curves and he reveled in the feel of her soft skin as he stripped away her final bit of clothes. He was so focused on her that he nearly whimpered when Katherine broke the kiss and stepped back from him.
“I want to see you,” she reminded him.
Kong stood proud – and okay, he may have flexed a bit – as Katherine’s eyes moved over him until they landed on the stiff, jutting length of his erection. She swallowed hard as her eyes shot back up to his. “You’re built to proportion then.”
Normally, he would have preened like a damn peacock if a woman said that to him, but those wide eyes gave her awayand he didn’t want her to fear him. “I would never hurt you, Katherine.”
She nodded, her eyes dropping back down and Kong stepped closer to pull her into his arms once more. “You’re in charge,” he told her. “We go as slow or as fast as you want. You say stop and we stop.”
He felt her nod against his chest and a moment later, he hissed out a breath as Katherine gripped his length in her hand and stroked him. His head tipped back and he ground his molars together hard to keep from losing control as she explored him from tip to base.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he vowed. But if he didn’t prepare her soon, he was going to lose it to her hand.
“Tell me to make love to you, Katherine.”
She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Make love to me, Kong.”
He kissed her, stroking his tongue past her kiss-swollen lips. He was down to the barest thread of control, but he held onto it like a lifeline. He was too big to be careless and he refused to accidentally hurt her with his passion. Katherine deserved to be worshipped.
