This time, I ogled his erection with no shame. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and kissed my way down his treasure trail. I licked the salty drop off his tip and he sucked in his breath. My pussy clenched in response. I tongued his tip, then took the first inch of him into my mouth. He groaned. One of his hands was wrapped in my hair urging me closer, and the other one gripped my shoulder, holding me off as he battled with himself.
“Later,” he told me, taking a step back. “Right now, I want make you come again, this time with me inside you.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. I scooted back onto the bed as he turned toward his nightstand. His lips curved into a smile as he picked up the box of condoms I’d placed there.
“You told me I could look around for anything I needed.” I propped myself up on my elbows and bent one knee, parting my legs for him again.
“Very industrious of you.”
He didn’t miss a move I made. Even as he rolled on a condom, his gaze raked over my body. He followed up with his hands and mouth, igniting me all over again. When he had me close, so close to another orgasm, he whispered in my ear. “I think your industriousness earns you a reward.”
I wriggled underneath him. Everything about this night was my reward, but I waited to hear more.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Lady’s choice.”
It took me a second to catch on, then I grinned. I pressed my hand to his chest and guided him to lie on his back. “I choose cowgirl.”
“I can’t wait for you to ride.”
Every word out of his mouth made me wetter. I didn’t understand how he made me feel so uninhibited, but I took full advantage of it. I climbed on top of him, straddling him. I took his first inch again, this one with my wet, clenching pussy. I moved slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of him sliding into me for the first time. I buried him to the hilt. He felt so good, so right inside me.
I rode him with long, slow strokes. He cupped my breasts, stroked my nipples, bucked his hips to match my rhythm. He didn’t miss a beat as I went faster, then slower, chasing the pleasure that each thrust sent crashing through my body. I came fast. Pressure, nearly pain, then glorious release. But the waves went on and on forever.
When my climax subsided, his hard, ready dick was still inside me. He lay still, his hooded eyes devouring me. A bead of sweat slid down his cheek. His lips were parted and he took short, shallow breaths. He’s reached the edge of his control but he was holding on so tightly.
“Gentleman’s choice,” I said.
“You’d have to find a gentleman for that.” He slid his hands up my sides and stroked the underside of my breasts. “But if I get to call the next position...” He grinned. “Turn around. Reverse cowgirl.” His voice was firm and demanding.
I slid off him, turned and repositioned, and balanced my opening over his tip. I wiggled my ass and he groaned. Over my shoulder, I watched him watching us, focusing on the point where we touched. I slid down on him. We moaned in unison. I leaned forward and gripped his thighs, then set a new rhythm, riding him slowly this time.
“Oh, baby, just like that,” he groaned. “Oh, yeah.” He sat up behind me, pressing his chest to my back, and kissed the nape of my neck. I rocked harder and he gripped my hips. “Slow and easy, baby. Yeah, like that.”
He traced his hand over my hip and down in front of me, and pressed a finger against my clit. My thrusts created friction that pushed me right up to my own edge again. He wrapped his other arm in front of me and cradled one breast. With me pinned against him, he set the speed now. He moved the slightest bit faster, then faster still. But he was still controlling himself, holding us both back.
I bucked frantically. I needed more. I needed him harder, faster, deeper. I needed him to lose control and give me everything. When I thought I couldn’t take another second of his exquisite torture, he grabbed my hips and pulled me nearly off him, then slammed me back down onto him. I screamed, moaned, begged, as he hit me deep and hard, over and over, the heat and building, burning me, consuming me completely.
With a loud moan, he spasmed hard inside me. His release dragged my body with his, setting me off like an explosion, the effects rippling through every cell of my body until all I could feel was pure pleasure.
He lifted my hair and placed gentle kisses on my neck asI slowly came back into my body. I wanted to tell him this wasn’t like me. I never came the first time I was with a man. I never came that hard. I never came multiple times.
Except none of those things were true. Not anymore, now that I was with him.
Hours later,sated and sore and oh-so-happy, I lay awake watching Kyle sleep as we shared his bed. He was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Protective. Tonight, I’d seen another side of him. Focused and demanding and just bossy enough to make my toes curl and my insides melt. He’d made me respond in ways I hadn’t known were possible. I’d been able to let go because my body instinctively trusted him.
Panic clawed at my throat as familiar voices echoed in my head.You can’t trust anyone. You can only rely on yourself. You have to keep the wheels on, Cami, because no one else is coming to save you.
But then someone had. I touched Kyle’s arm. He was strong and warm and right here beside me. A rock.Myrock, if I would let him be.Anything you need, Cami.I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust him not only with my body, but also with my heart. And I would. Unless and until he proved I shouldn’t, I would put my faith in Kyle Rogers, my own personal hero.
15
KYLE
Something pulled me from deep sleep. I blinked open my eyes. Given the amount of light leaking through the window shades, it was much later than I normally slept. It had been past 0200 when Cami and I finally left the bed to brush our teeth. It turned out we’d both been having restless nights apart and we’d had a lot of pent-up fantasies to work through.
I reached for my phone to check the time. Shit. My phone wasn’t here. It was in my shorts that I’d shed somewhere between the kitchen and the stairs.
An engine roared. I sat up straight. That was too close to be all the way out on the county road. Without my phone, or my computer which was just as inconveniently located in my office, I couldn’t check the security feeds. I was working blind.
