Page 31 of Second Time Around
He flexed his hips and thrust all the way inside her in one motion, and they both cried out. And then it was all about the feel of him filling her, moving in her, moving against her, murmuring in her ear, as he drove her relentlessly up toward her climax. Everything in her body centered on him, every feeling, every thought, every sensation. He held her hands so all she could do was angle her hips to offer him more.
And then he released one hand to reach down between them, to touch her on the small sensitive spot that detonated the explosion inside her, sending light and pleasure and relief bursting through her as her muscles clenched around him.
He stilled, letting her enjoy her release without distraction. As she quieted, he began to move again, slowly at first. But she freed both hands to run them down his back and curl her fingers into his buttocks, urging him on. His motion, the friction of skin on skin, the brush of his chest against her breasts, twisted the longing inside her tight again. As her name seemed to wrench itself from his throat and he began to pulse inside her, another orgasm blossomed, a gentler pleasure but still sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her.
Then they both sank down into the cushions as though their bones had melted. Will’s heart pounded against her chest and his breath sounded loud by her ear. He shifted to settle his weight mostly on the bed, but one of his arms was still slung over her waist, and one of his legs remained between hers.
As the fizz in her blood quieted, she became aware of the boat rocking gently, the breeze fluttering the curtains of the porthole, andthe freshness of salt air. And Will. The heat of his body, the scent of his shampoo and of sex, the heavy feel of his arm on her, the scuff of his lightly furred thigh against the sensitive inner skin of her legs.
She blew out a long sigh. She’d finally gotten what she’d dreamed of all those years ago, and that was a treacherous thing. Because she wanted more.
“Waiting ten years paid off,” he said.
She choked on a laugh. “Is that how you’re spinning it? That it was better to wait?”
“Couldn’t sell you on that excuse, eh?”
“No, but you could sell me on almost anything else right now.”
“Then I’ve succeeded.” He rose up on his elbow and looked down at her, his expression a strange mix of satisfaction and longing. “Probably better than I would have done in college, to be honest.”
“Youth and enthusiasm can overcome a lack of finesse,” she said. “But I can’t picture you ever being awkward, even back then.”
He snorted. “Catching Babette in bed with another guy was awkward. Especially since you were there to witness it.”
“You never came to our suite again after that. Not that I blamed you, but I missed our conversations,” Kyra said. And her fantasy of Will suddenly pulling her into his arms to say,I’ve just used Babette as a way to get to you. You’re the one I really want,before he kissed her.
“My ego was too wrecked to revisit the scene of my humiliation. Didn’t you notice that I casually ran into you on campus more often than usual after the fiasco?”
Surprise jolted through her. “You mean that was intentional? I thought you’d switched classes or something.” That was the rationale she’d used to keep her fantasies in check because shehadnoticed how often they seemed to encounter each other after the incident.
“I was going to ask you out, but I needed to lick my wounded pride a little longer. And then you were gone.”
Her thoughts tripped over one another at the revelation that he had considered dating her. But that was college, where most students tended to overlook differences in social and financial backgrounds. Being smart was more important than being rich for those four—or in her case, two—years of ivory-tower seclusion. That was one reason she’d loved Brunell so much; it was a democracy of the mind, completely different from the real world.
But she and Will lived in a different reality now. He was a billionaire with a pedigree. She was exactly the opposite. She needed to remember that before she started building castles in the air. Regret settled on her like a lead weight.
She nestled closer to him to shrug off the burden. She could float among the clouds for just a little longer.
Will tightened his arm around Kyra’s waist as she wiggled against his side. He felt ... good. Like he hadn’t just spent three hours at the dreadful Spring Fling with the muscles in his neck and shoulders tied in knots. Or nearly missed an encounter with Petra. He splayed his fingers over Kyra’s rib cage to savor more of the warm, silky texture of her skin. She twitched with a muffled giggle. Ticklish. That made him smile.
Making love to Kyra had been so easy. Also exciting, satisfying, and uncomplicated. They took pleasure in the same things, in the same ways. No drama, no undercurrents. Just a beautiful, intelligent woman who responded to him with straightforward enthusiasm. No wonder he felt like he was twenty again.
He turned his head to inhale her fragrance. It was a clean, almost lemony scent, warmed seductively by their exertions. Hunger for her flared again, but he tamped it down, wanting to savor the relaxed pleasure of her body pressed to his. If he moved, he might be forced back into the present instead of living in this moment out of time.
Even the party hadn’t been as bad as he anticipated. Kyra had stayed at his side, throwing little slanted glances of secret, shared amusement at him. Sometimes it had been when a party guest approached, wearing a particularly clashing outfit. Sometimes it had been over an especially clueless remark. She hadn’t been mean, just entertained. She had shifted his perspective, so he could view the situation with some of her detachment and humor.
Except when it involved his parents or Petra.
He shoved the thought of them all into a dark corner of his mind, refusing to allow them to ruin his mood of mellow semi-arousal. It was a surprisingly nice state to drift in. Wanting her but feeling no urgency to act on his desire.
He considered untying theRoyal Wavefrom her mooring and sailing to a private cove where they would drop anchor. Then he could remain in this suspension of reality and make love to Kyra for the rest of the day and night.
He huffed out a breath, making Kyra giggle again. Pipe dreams. So many people expected so many things of him.
There was no escape.
