Chapter 10
Jayce found the B and B easily. It was right next door to the building that housed the paranormal club his father and brother had told him about. He jogged up the stairs and rang the bell.
A moment later, a young woman with honey-colored hair answered the door and opened it wide.
“You must be Jayce,” she said.
“I am. I’ve come to see Kristine.”
“Come in. Come in. My name is Amber, and I run this joint with my fiancé, Rory Arish.” She stuck out her hand, and Jayce shook it, glancing up the stairs impatiently.
“Is Kristine here?”
Amber didn’t have to answer because the sound of running footsteps was soon followed by his lover, who jumped off the third step and into Jayce’s open arms. He caught her and held tight as she smacked kisses all over his face. He laughed and then puckered up, waiting for her lips to find his. They shared a long, languorous kiss.
Jayce barely heard Amber say, “Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Maybe we’ll see you at breakfast, Jayce.” She snickered as her footsteps faded away.
“I’m so relieved to see you here and in one piece,” Jayce said.
“You and me both. Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you my room.”
“What are we waiting for?” Jayce asked, and they ran up the wide stairway hand in hand.
On the third floor, Jayce let Kristine lead the way. He followed her to the end of a long hallway and waited impatiently for her to unlock the door to her room.
When he stepped in, he couldn’t help being impressed. The beautiful four-poster bed against the far wall sported an elegant brocade bedspread and loads of colorful pillows. The drapes matched the bedspread, and the sumptuous fabric was tied back with gold cords.
All he wanted to do was tear off their clothes and get horizontal, but the elegant furnishings made him think twice about carelessly tossing that bedspread across the room.
She draped her arms over his shoulders, and they shared another hot kiss. A few moments later, someone cleared his throat, and Jayce realized they hadn’t closed the door. He managed to wrench himself away from Kristine and close the door on a grinning young man in the hall.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to provide an audience,” Jayce said.
“I’m just as guilty of being overanxious.” Kristine giggled.
Jayce picked her up, carried her to the bed, and set her down on it gently, tossing three of the five pillows.
Kristine grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, yanked it over her head, and tossed it on the floor. She wore a black lace bra. Jayce couldn’t help wondering if she had panties to match or if she was sticking stubbornly to her granny panties. She moved and shimmied out of her jeans, silently answering his question. She was wearing, of all things, a black lace thong.
“I thought you didn’t like floss.”
“And I thought you liked nice surprises,” Kristine said and gave him a seductive look.
When she turned around to pull the bedspread down, he almost died. The perfect globes of her bottom were right there for him to see or touch. He toed off his boots while removing his T-shirt and jeans. They followed Kristine’s clothes onto the floor.
The moment Kristine turned around, facing him, he tackled her onto the bed. She laughed aloud as they bounced.
“Can’t wait, huh?” Her turquoise-blue eyes gazed into his brown ones. There was a mysterious darker circle surrounding her irises, like especially deep parts of the ocean.
He rolled until she was on top of him. She wiggled, batting her eyes playfully. “I thought you’d probably want me.”
His cock was throbbing for her. The Neanderthal in him wanted to spread her wide and pound his way to heaven; the rest of him wanted to crush her in a sweet embrace for all eternity. The rush of love that flooded through his veins silenced him.
“I love your chest.” Her hands were wandering over his skin, softly exploring. She dipped her head and licked his shoulder, her tongue tracing a muscle that flexed there. “Love your body,” she sighed.
Oh damn, he was going to explode on the spot!
There was no doubt he wanted her. Kristine could probably feel his iron-hard erection pulsing between them. Memories of the last time overwhelmed him. The friction of their mingled bodies, sending her screaming over the edge in bliss, had haunted his daydreams. Just the recollection was making him even harder. But Jayce was silent, clutching onto her for dear life, gazing into her eyes.
