Page 60 of The Rebound
I tear my gaze away from her chest with a sheepish smile. “How about we go back to my place?”
“Yeah?” She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, looking me up and down. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
I grin at her. “I think that’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”
God, I love her like this—a little tipsy, a little giddy, and a whole lot more relaxed.
As soon as the door to my condo closes behind us, I’ve got her pushed up against the wall of my entryway.
Kinley whimpers into my kisses, rubbing up against me like a cat in heat. I drop my hands from her hair and down to her round ass, lifting her easily. She wraps her strong legs around my hips like a vise, and I damn near purr with pleasure at the newfound pressure against my straining cock.
Dragging my lips down her neck, I play with the buttons in the front of her little black dress, releasing them one by one until I’ve got an eyeful of flushed skin against lacy black lingerie.
“Bed?” Kinley asks, breathless.
“Yeah.”
I carry her down the hall, stopping once or twice to crowd her against the wall, against the door—to remind her exactly how badly I want her. I need her to feel how she makesmefeel. And with the way she grinds her warm center against my raging hard-on, I have no doubt that she wants me just as badly.
We tumble onto the bed in a mess of limbs, tangling up in each other. There’s nothing graceful about it. We’ve waited too long for this moment.
Kinley yanks at my button-down, my belt, the elastic band of my briefs. I occupy myself freeing her gorgeous, plump breasts from her lacy bra, dipping my tongue between the silky mounds to taste her skin. She bucks against me as I pull one taut nipple into my mouth, sucking and swirling.
“Saint ... kiss me.”
Happily.
I trail my kisses back up to her lips, savoring the faint flavor of wine on them. Her warm fingers slide down the front of my pants, pulling me free. I groan at the sensation of her tight fist stroking me, even better than how I remember.
“Whoa there, sweetheart,” I murmur, placing one of my hands over hers.
She smiles at me sweetly before gazing down at my obscenely swollen cock in her small hand. “Feel good?” she asks, her voice filled with desire as she works her hand up and down my length.
I groan. “So good.”
When she lowers herself to the floor at my feet, my heart rate accelerates. This isn’t what I expected. And when Kinley closes her mouth on my waiting cock, my lungs stop working. Her mouth is hot and eager, and I almost die of happiness on the spot.
Watching Kinley suck and lick me is the most erotic sight. Her fist slides up and down, and her breasts jiggle as she moves over me. She’s perfect. I still can’t believe she’s mine.
“Fuck,” I breathe out on a moan.
A few minutes more, and I’m closer to the edge than I’d like. Kinley isreallygood at this. I guide her back up and place her in the center of my bed. Once we’re both stripped of our remaining clothing, I join her.
“I want you,” she murmurs against my lips, nipping at them with her teeth.
My hunger deepens more than I thought possible, like my attraction for Kinley had a false bottom all along and I just discovered a brand-new level of desire.
She kisses me hard on the mouth, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me toward her. I can feel the heat radiating from her core—she’s ready for me. And God knows I’ve been ready for a long, long time.
The condom from my bedside table slips onto my throbbing dick with a little help from Kinley’s deft fingers. We lie side by side, her eyes on mine. As her palm rests flat against my abs, I touch her everywhere I can—her flushed neck, her breasts, between her thighs.
She groans as my fingers move over her. “Saint ...” Her voice is filled with need.
I take myself in hand and guide my cock to her center. When she moans and lifts her pelvis, I press in—just a couple of inches. She’s so warm and soft around me, I can’t believe this is our first time. We’ve shared so much already, but neverthis. And I’m overcome by the weight of that.
Kinley reaches up to stroke my jaw and tilts my mouth to hers. I press a soft kiss to her lips, and even though I tell myself to go slow in case she needs a minute, my hips move, pressing forward. I sink in a little deeper. It’s heaven.
“Feel okay?” My voice comes out deep and rumbly.
