Page 38 of Second Time Around
The hollow between her legs seemed to pulse with longing. “Schuyler is coming,” she ground out.
“Just a quick dip so I can lick your taste from my finger,” he coaxed.
Need overcame good sense. She nodded and he leaned over to slide his hand under her skirt, bunching it on his wrist as she spread her thighs to give him better access. He found the edge of her panties and pushed aside the lace, seeking the hot center of her and driving his finger in. Her hips bucked and he sucked in a breath. “I want to make you come so badly.”
She gasped and opened her legs wider, desire making her shameless. “If you watch for Schuyler.”
Before her last word was spoken, he had slipped two fingers inside her and turned his hand so his thumb could tease her clit. His first stroke had her head slamming back into the headrest as pleasure shot through her. “Like that. Again,” she demanded.
He obliged, but rotated his wrist at the same time, adding an extra angle to the press of his fingers within her. The surprise of the deliciousnew sensation nearly made her scream. She pushed her pelvis upward to offer more. He did it again and her arousal coiled tighter.
“God, I want to put my mouth between your thighs,” he rasped as he worked his fingers in and out of her. “I want to lick into you and taste it when you come.”
And she was there, her muscles clamping down hard before everything inside her exploded into hot, liquid orgasm. “Will, yes!” she gasped before a long, inarticulate cry tore from her throat as her muscles convulsed again and again around his thrusting fingers. When the orgasm faded to tiny shudders, she sagged down onto the seat and he slid out of her, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them as he hummed deep in his throat.
“You taste like chocolate and the sea,” he said.
“Mmm.” Kyra was lost in the afterglow, her eyes closed, her head tilted back against the soft leather of the Jag’s seat. She felt a tug on her dress and looked down to see Will smoothing it down over her thighs. “Such a gentleman,” she said.
“No, just making sure there’s a next time. And Schuyler is about to arrive.”
Kyra bolted upright in her seat, jerking her dress down even farther.
Will laid a calming hand on her frantic ones. “She would applaud, not judge.”
“That’s whatyouthink.” Not that she had direct knowledge, since she was an only child, but in her observations, siblings were protective of each other when it came to love interests.
There was a tap at Will’s window, and Schuyler peered through the slightly steamy glass. Will swung his door open slowly and hauled himself out of the car. Kyra took a deep breath, checked her dress again, and climbed out just as Will came around to hold her door.
“Thanks for waiting,” Schuyler said, but she had a funny smile on her face while she eyed the two of them, as though she suspectedthem of doing exactly what they had been doing. “The traffic report is appalling.”
They trooped across the field to the chopper, Will acting as escort between them, Schuyler keeping up a running commentary about the party guests.
A wave of exhaustion swept over Kyra. She hadn’t realized how stressful it had been to smile and nod and make conversation with a whole party of total strangers. Not to mention sex with Will. It had been incredible, but the intensity and unexpectedness had drained her.
Even the thrilling thought that he wanted to see her again so soon couldn’t boost her sagging energy.
As they climbed into the helicopter, she found herself hoping Schuyler would talk all the way back to New York.
Will watched Kyra stare out the helicopter’s window, while his sister babbled on about who’d done what at the party. Fury seethed in his chest as he thought of his mother’s unspeakable rudeness to Kyra—who was now so much more than just a buffer in a difficult situation. He hated that their day had nearly ended on such a sour note.
Thank God she had let him give her an orgasm in the car, even though it had left him with a hard-on that still pressed against his briefs. She had looked so glorious with her thighs spread and his hand buried between them. Her little pants of arousal and the wet heat inside her had made him want to drag her over to straddle his lap so he could thrust his cock into her over and over again. But first he wanted to taste her directly instead of just on his fingers.
He yanked his imagination away from sex with Kyra. Tomorrow night wasn’t that far away. Then he could turn his fantasies into reality.
But the next picture that rose up in his mind was the sight of Kyra and Petra sitting on the love seat, chatting. What the hell was his mother trying to accomplish? If she thought Petra would somehow eclipse Kyra, she was dead wrong. Kyra was so strong, so wise, so sexy—his mind began to wander again so he pulled it up short. Beside her, Petra seemed shallow and bland.
He’d been fooled by Petra’s exotic beauty and her outward poise at first, just like everyone else. However, Petra was nothing but a pretty facade that covered a boundless concern for herself and her image.
Kyra was a woman of depths and passion.
His gaze traced over the tilt of her head propped on her hand, the crescent of her eyelashes against her smooth cheeks, her generous mouth, and the curve of her breasts under the lace, before slipping down her legs to the subtle nude polish on her toenails. He’d heard his mother make a snarky comment about Kyra’s clothes coming from Macy’s, but he admired her the more for looking exquisite without having to pay exorbitant prices for clothes.
A sudden movement drew his gaze back up to her face. She must have fallen asleep, and her chin had slipped off her hand. Now she blinked dazedly in the sunlight slanting through the window.
He leaned forward to touch her knee. “Tilt the seat back so you can sleep,” he said. “You’ve had a rough day.”
She gave him that slightly crooked smile he had come to enjoy. “I didn’t run into my ex-fiancée.”
