Page 68 of Mine For The Winter

If she was being truly honest with herself, the reason she’d driven here was forthis. Forhim.To let him fill this ache, the one that had been inside of her for the longest time. The one that only he could soothe.

Her body was still pulsing, the pleasure still warming her from the inside out as he leaned over to kiss her, his lips tasting of her need.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she whispered, because despite the pleasure there was still some vulnerability there. He’d made her come. It was his turn.

“Then take them off me.”

“No. You made me do it myself.”

He chuckled against her mouth. “Damn, I’d forgotten how bossy you are.”

“No you haven’t,” she teased.

He pulled back, grinning. “No, I hadn’t. Did I tell you how much it turns me on?”

“Then get your clothes off, Winter.”

He stood the same way she had, his eyes on hers as he unbuttoned his shirt. Kelly swallowed hard as he shucked it off. Yeah, she’d seen him shirtless before when she’d stormed over to talk to him, but not like this.

Not just for her. She scanned the planes of his chest, taking in the thickness of his pectorals, the ridged ripples of his stomach muscles. His shoulders were thick and broad, his chest hard and defined. Every part of her body pulsed at the sight of him.

Without saying a word, he unfastened his belt then his pants, sliding them down until he was only in a pair of dark shorts. Her eyes traveled down, taking in the hard ridge of him pushing against the jersey fabric. Damn, he was big. And she’d always been tiny.

“You like?” he asked, his voice thick, as he repeated the words she’d said when she was standing before him.

“It’s fine.” Her eyes crinkled as she said it.

He laughed and she reached for him, fully intending to return the favor. Not that it would be a hardship. She wanted to taste him like she wanted air. Wanted to feel the pulse of him against her tongue, wanted to tease him until he was breathless. She slid down to the floor and pulled at his shorts until his thickness slapped against his stomach.

Leaning forward, she kissed the tip.

“Kel…”

Then she slid her lips around him, feeling the plushness of his head against her tongue.

“Kel, stop. I can’t…”

She pulled back from him, her eyes wide.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. I don’t want to come in your mouth. And I’m about thirty seconds away from doing just that.”

“It’s okay. I want you to.” It was weird how much she wanted to know what Kris Winter tasted like. Wanted to know how he felt pulsing between her lips. Did he moan? Did he groan? Was he silent when he came?

So many questions she wanted the answer to.

He reached down for her, pulling her to her feet. His expression was tender as he leaned down to kiss her, his hand cupping the side of her neck.

“You don’t have to. It isn’t a game of quid pro quo.”

“Shut up.” She kissed him again then dropped down, taking him back into her mouth before he could protest. God, she loved the feel of him. He was thick and warm, filling her mouth with his hardness. His fingers tangled in her hair as she slid her lips up, her tongue trailing over the plush head, then pushed her mouth down again, as far as she could go.

“Kel, I’m close.”

She sucked him hard, her mouth slick, her hands reaching behind him, sliding against his balls.

“You feel so good,” he grunted, his movements erratic. “So soft. So fucking soft.”

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