Page 60 of Second First Kiss

“No.” Her gaze went all the way south and back up. “We don’t.”

Without looking away, she took him into her mouth. She didn’t ease him in or tease her way down. Nope, in total Kat fashion, she took him in one swallow, pulled back, and took him again.

His head fell back on a groan, his hips lunged forward, and he prayed to anyone who’d listen that he didn’t embarrass himself.

She slowly pulled back and released him with a pop. He wanted to be inside her when he came but he wanted more time in her mouth. Just one more glide of her tongue.

“Don’t worry, big guy. I’m just fixing my hair.”

It was such an unlike-Kat thing to say that he chuckled. But sure enough when he was able to lift his head off the wall he looked down and she’d pulled a hair tie off her wrist and was pulling her hair back into a ponytail. “I needed to give you something to hold on to.”

Before he could reply, she took his hand and fisted it around her ponytail so he could give a yank that made her head fall back. “Is that all you got?”

“Hell no.” Nolan had never really been into yanking and spanking, but he was a ladies’ choice sort of guy and, lucky SOB as he was, she wanted a little yanking. So he did and her head went all the way back so that she looked like a goddess on her knees in front of him, giving him power over her.

At least for the next few minutes. Nolan knew without a doubt that the second things got real, Kat was going to take charge.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now where do you want me?”

“Right here.” Nolan moved so quickly that she gasped and then she was gasping for a whole other reason. He gentled his grip, but she reached up and tightened it. Before he could explain that he didn’t want to hurt her, she plunged in, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy.

“God, Kitten,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Just like that.”

His praise seemed to turn her on, so he said it again. Her name, how he liked it, where he liked it. Nolan had never thought much about talking during sex, but now he strung together words that went past dirty talk, into verbal foreplay. Until he couldn’t talk past the pleasure, which gripped him by the throat.

He moved in and out, picking up in pace and going as deep as he could. She met him pump for pump. Flattening her tongue against his shaft, sucking in the hollows of her cheeks, cupping his sac and massaging it. Nolan couldn’t help it. His control snapped as his hips thrust forward and he hit the back of her throat. He was riding her mouth hard and fast.

He felt his balls tighten and what was left of the blood in his head did an emergency evacuation and rushed down to his other head. His thighs tightened and his back arched and, shit¸ he was about to blow in that talented mouth of hers. But he’d be damned if he was the reason this night was cut short. Because he knew that the moment this was over, she was going to burrow back into herself.

Tugging her hair, he slid out and pulled her to her feet. “Not like this.”

She smiled with satisfaction that she’d got him so wound up that he’d nearly lost his mind. “Then how, Agent Carmichael?”

“Like this.” He gripped her around the waist and plopped her on the counter. Reaching behind her, he grabbed a condom out of the medicine cabinet and slid home in record time.

They both sighed as waves of ecstasy throbbed through them. He yanked her hair to the side exposing that elegant column of her neck and buried his face in the curve. “You smell amazing.”

“Bet I kiss even better.” She rolled her hips. “Want to see?”

The question must have been rhetorical because before he could answer a hell yes she took his mouth with a ferocity that could only be described as carnal. Her hands slid through his hair, tightening to the point of pain, and she held him there. Passive Kat was replaced with a lioness who knew what she wanted and took it.

A very naked ass cheek in each hand, he yanked her flush against him until not even air could pass between them. He moved back a hair and then thrust in again. She seemed to like that since she captured his lower lip between hers and gave a little love bite.

“You like that?” he asked.

Her answer was to lock her ankles behind his back and pull him all the way forward. She leaned back, resting on her palms, and loosened her legs only to tighten again until he was sure he’d suffocate.

“How about this?” Nolan pulled one of her tits into his mouth and gave her nipple one of those love bites she was so fond of. She arched even further, egging him on, so he did the same to the other side, going back and forth between until her thrusts verged on desperation.

He could feel her tighten around him, sense that she was on the edge, but something was holding her back. No matter how much traction was created it was as if she was fighting the fall.

But what hit Nolan like a sledgehammer to the gut was the rightness, as if he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life.

He looked into her eyes and beneath that fiery verdant green was a pensive shimmer in the shadows that he’d never seen before. It was like she feared what was happening. Terrified of the unfamiliar emotions passing between them.

Welcome to the club, baby.

He knew he could either have a little freak-out of his own or be there for her. And damn if he was going to let her go through this alone.

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