Page 35 of Kyle
"What are you doing?"
"I must be doing it wrong if it's not clear," she murmured. He realized he had another problem. Her knee was an inch away from his raging arousal. Just when he opened his mouth to say something, any damn thing, she nudged and sent need exploding throughout his body.
And he knew he was lost.
With a fevered groan he bent his head and seized her mouth. The kiss had her going dizzy. When her lips parted, he took the kiss deeper. She was intoxicating and tasted like popcorn, honey and passion.
He was so caught up in the kiss, he barely noticed when she shifted on top of him.
Her hand was still planted on his chest and his skin quivered.
He was drowning. Wrenching his mouth from hers, he had to take several deep breaths as if fighting for air. His eyes were darkened as they wandered over her face.
"Are you sure?" he rasped and had time to wonder what kind of madness would prompt him to ask that asinine question.
In response, she simply plucked the sweater she had on over her head and dropped it to the carpeted floor. The blood drained from his head straight to the core of him and left him feeling disoriented. She wasn't wearing a bra and the nipples he had glimpsed a few times before were bare before his hungry gaze.
In a kind of daze, he lifted a hand and cupped the flesh, his thumb flicking over the raised nipple.
"Does that answer your question?" Ingrid asked huskily.
Without responding, he bent his head and touched the nipple with the tip of his tongue. Just that sent fire hurtling through her body. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she arched her body. She had no idea when the dynamics of the arrangement had changed but knew it had.
She also had no clue what was going to happen after this.
He was in love with another woman and before now, she had felt nothing but contempt for him. But all she knew was that she wanted him with a fierceness she had never felt before. She was hungry and he was the only one to satisfy that hunger.
His hand drifted down her flat stomach as he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked urgently. His hand edged into the waistband of her leggings. When he encountered bare flesh, he felt as if the top of his head was being blown off.
His fingers circled, teased, and entered the hot moisture.
He shot her up immediately. Her body arched and quivered, a cry escaping her as she exploded. Her intense passion stunned him. He had been with too many women to count, but none had ever excited him this much.
His skin was sweating, his body so hot, he felt as if he was burning from the inside out.
He needed her flesh against his. He needed the contact, or he was going to die. Lifting his head, he dragged off his sweater and fought with the zipper on his jeans. With a strangled laugh, she helped him and after a frustrating several minutes, they were both naked.
She reached for him, closing her fingers around the throbbing flesh, making his knees weak.
"Let me." He wanted to taste her but feared that he would not last.
"Jesus, just wait." Lowering himself on top of her, he framed her face between his palms and kissed her until she was a quivering mass of melting bones on the chaise.
"Now, please," she whispered, feeling the fire balling at the base of her stomach.
Reaching between them, he guided himself into the snug moistness. He had to stop a minute and felt his head spinning. She was wrapped so tight around him, he could barely stand it. When she lifted one knee and started moving, he simply shattered.
It had never felt this good.
The passion was one intense ball of fire that carried them up and away with a force neither of them expected nor could control.
They both imploded. Even though it was something they anticipated, it shook them to the very core. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she arched her body, her cries captured inside his mouth.
His body shuddered as he poured himself into her.
They were silent for what seemed like forever. The credits had stopped rolling and the only sound in the room was that of their serrated breathing.
"I'm crushing you."
