Page 35 of Only for the Moment
“Here we are, boss.”
Nick’s announcement hit like a splash of cold water. Isaac gripped Kennedy’s bold hand in his as they followed hisfriend back to the penthouse. With a nod of thanks to Nick, he escorted her straight up the stairs, barely daring to breathe until he had her in the bedroom, door closed and locked. Kennedy faced him in the low light from the bedside lamp.
Finally.
He immediately began unbuttoning his shirt, the heat of his need making him sweat. When Kennedy moved to undress, he stopped her. “Let me.”
Shedropped her hands, a mysterious smile touching her lips as she waited. He stripped his shirt off. Kennedy’s eyes flared.
That’s right, love. Look at me. Want me. Need me like I need you.
He positioned her in a clear spot near the bed. “Wait here.” The one lamp wasn’t enough; he wanted to feast on the sight of her, every inch of her body. The light on the opposite nightstand helped, but he turnedon the lamp by the desk as well, the three allowing him to see every sweet hollow and gorgeous curve without the glaring distraction of the overhead light.
Kennedy gave a soft laugh as he strode back to her. “You look like a little boy headed for the cookie jar.”
“And I’m about to gorge myself,” he told her. In fact, there was so much he hungered to do to her that he wasn’t sure where to start.Digging in his bag, he came up with a short piece of ribbon. “Hold your hair up.” The heavy fall was beautiful, but he wanted her shoulders clear for his rope.
Kennedy gathered her hair as he circled behind her. Once he knotted the cloth around it, he dropped his gaze, then his mouth to that vulnerable square of skin at the back of her neck. Goose bumps rose beneath the soft brush of his lips.
“Isaac.”
His name was a moan more than anything, and the way she reached back for him, her fingers digging into his thighs, made him feel about twenty feet tall.
“I’m going to unwrap you like a Christmas present I’ve waited all year for. Nice and slow, so I can savor every moment.”
She gripped him tighter. “Nice and slow might kill me.”
“Oh no.” He nipped the curve of her neck. Wrapping hisarms around her waist, he went to work on the knot of her shirt. “I won’t let you get away from me now.”
The silk loosened, falling away from her body. He slipped the fabric down her arms. The pale expanse of her shoulders was the perfect canvas for his ropes—black, maybe, to contrast with all that creamy skin and the vibrant red of her hair. What color were her nipples?
He needed to find out.
One by one he unhooked the clasps of her corset, laying it to the side when he was done. He didn’t peek over her shoulder then; no, he made himself wait. It was torture to go to his knees instead, but there he could undo the catch of her miniskirt, pull down the zipper. The sight of her black lace thong strangled a growl out of him. “Ken.”
Splaying his fingers, he started at her shoulders anddragged his hands down her body, absorbing the feel of her, the living, breathing warmth of her. The narrow waist. The plump ass. He palmed the firm cheeks, his hands full, his thumbs so, so close to the entrance of her body. When she shimmied into his hands, his cock gave a jerk that made him hiss.
He unzipped her boots and urged her out of them. Only then did he come to his feet and circlearound her for his very first glimpse of her bare breasts.
“Fuck, Ken.”
They were bigger than they looked in her clothes, probably because her rib cage was so narrow. Full, round globes topped with hard pink nipples that begged for his touch. He closed his eyes, swallowed hard.
“Remember what I said about killing me,” Kennedy teased, her voice unsteady. “That look will do it.”
He couldn’twait—he had to kiss her. The softness of her mouth, her tongue was matched by the breasts he cupped, kneaded, squeezed. When he took her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and twisted gently, she went up on her toes, begging with her kiss and her grip on his neck and the push of her pelvis against his cock for him to give her what she needed.
Sensitive. Generous. When he finally got insideher, Kennedy might be the one killing him.
“Come with me.” He urged her toward the bed, settled her on the edge, then knelt to dig in his bag. When he turned back, Kennedy was squirming.
“Isaac, why can’t we just—”
He shook his head. “I want my brand on you before I ever get inside you. I need it. And”—he leaned in close to lick one rosy nipple, suck it into his mouth, nip it—“I think you’lllike it.”
He began with a loop around her waist. Knots on the front only, so that when he laid her down and pounded into her, she wouldn’t be distracted by anything uncomfortable. Two lines down the outsides of her breasts pushed them together, like the sexiest suspenders he’d ever seen, the sight making him promise himself that someday he would fuck himself there, between those gorgeous tits,her nipples between his fingers as he pleasured himself on her body. He had to shake the image off to finish the two loops that formed a tight bra, lifting her breasts apart and out for his viewing pleasure.
“Lie back, love.”
