Page 156 of The Route to You

One of his hands slid around her waist and came to rest against her lower back, crushing her body against him. Even through her clothes, she felt his need for her, how hard he already was.

Her breasts went heavy at the thought of him.

Good God.

Then Kyle’s hands slid under her ass, and he lifted her against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she reached down, tugging at his shirt. She yanked it over his head, tossing it as he started back toward the bedroom. With one hand steady on his neck, she pulled her own blouse over her head—thank God she’d chosen something loose and uncomplicated for the flight.

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra as he opened the door, then returned her mouth to his.

More. Right now.

She wanted his mouth on hers. His hands on her.

Him inside her.

They reached the bed, and he lowered her onto it, then pushed his sweatpants and briefs down as she wiggled out of her own pants.

“Maybe I should go away more often,” she said as he leaned across the bed.

“Never again,” he said, and she got the feeling he was only half joking.

He opened the drawer to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, then moved to rip the packaging open with his teeth.

She grabbed his wrist.

“I’m okay if you are,” she said, with a shake of her head. “I’m still on the pill and got tested.”

He searched her gaze, and even in the moonlight, his eyes burned.

They’d had a lot of sex when they were younger, but he probably remembered they’d never gone bare then. Not once. Not when there was the threat of teenage pregnancy and parents’ furor hanging over their heads.

“I want to feel you—every inch of you—inside me, Kyle.”

That seemed to do it.

He dropped the package on the bed and set one hand on either side of her shoulders. When he lowered his face to hers once again, his kiss was rough and bruising.

She wrapped her legs over his hips. “You know, if you’re really mad at me for leaving you, you’re welcome to punish me as much as you want.”

“Maybe I will,” Kyle said, his kiss fierce. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed—hard—and she yelped from both pain and pleasure. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind.”

She grinned and did exactly as he’d asked. Kyle came up behind her, setting his hands on her ass, palms spread so that he gripped her tightly. “God, your ass makes me so hard.” He smacked her skin, a sharp crack that sent shivers through her, then lowered his face to her backside, spreading her for his view.

“You like what you see?”

“I love what I see.” He dropped a kiss on her pussy. “Love what I taste, too. You’re so fucking wet.”

“Then maybe you should give me what we both want.”

“And what’s that?” His lips made a slow trail between her legs and she squirmed with heat, her skin burning. “I like to hear you say it.”

“Y-your cock . . . buried . . . deep inside me.” Every word was a struggle, every sensation rocking her body with need for him that demanded to be fulfilled.

“Thought I was supposed to punish you,” he returned, lips closing around her clit.

Her breath came in shallow gasps. “Fuck . . . yessss.”

“More?”