He slid his hands beneath her, to her curved bottom, and he pulled her closer, opening her legs to make room for his shoulders. The robe had parted now, and her sunshine yellow silk panties were hardly more than a wisp of material. They were wet, clinging to her flesh, and he stared down at her, so unbearably aroused he could hardly think.
Becca couldn’t think, either, she was far beyond that. All she knew was a deep, piercing, relentless ache, centered in the core of her. She managed to gasp his name, though she didn’t know if she was pleading or demanding. Both, she decided, and he reared up above her, looking down at her with so much heat and need she nearly cried.
“Becca.” That was it, just her name. Then he pulled off his shirt and her mouth went dry. Wow, was all she could think. And then he unzipped his pants, revealing white cotton and the bulge of the most impressive erection she’d ever seen. Her mind blanked, her body sizzled.
His hands came up to the arms of her robe and he slowly pushed the material aside, looked down at her matching silk bra, at the curves spilling out of it and let out a low sigh. “Becca, you’re so beautiful.”
She reached for him, eyes closed.
He touched her face and whispered, “Becca, did you hear me?”
“I… No,” she admitted, unable to hear anything past the roar of blood in her ears.
His hands settled on her quivering stomach and slowly, so slowly, his fingers slid up until they covered her breasts. “I said you’re beautiful,” he repeated. “You, Becca. Not some glossy image you made up, but the real Becca.”
She couldn’t stop her surprised, indrawn breath nor the delighted shock that reverberated through her system when his thumbs rasped over her nipples.
“Did you hear me this time?” His hot, intense gaze held hers. “You’re the most incredible woman I know. Inside and out.” His fingers continued to stroke her. “Tell me you believe that, Becca.”
“I… Kent,” she breathed, arching into his touch. “More.”
In the next shattering moment, her bra came unfastened and he ran his warm hands over her taut curves, over the hard, aching points of her breasts, which were thrust out, dying for attention. The sensations were so incredible, so intense, she cried out.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
She could do nothing but toss her head back and let out a shockingly dark, needy sound.
“Open your eyes, Becca.”
At his erotically rough voice, she obeyed, and with his gaze he let her see everything he was feeling. He tugged her robe and bra down to her elbows so that her arms lay trapped at her side. “Do you know you’re my every fantasy lying there like that?” he whispered, bending over her, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his eyes full of heat and desire. “Your bedroom eyes, your creamy skin-” A fingertip skimmed over a nipple and she gripped fistfuls of the bedding beneath her, biting her lips to keep from shamelessly crying out. “You want me, don’t you?” His fingers continued to touch her. “Not just an orgasm, not just fun and adventure, but me?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Then tell me,” he murmured, dipping his head to drag his tongue over her quivering skin. “Tell me you believe I find every part of you beautiful. Inside and out.”
She wanted him now, right now. It took little effort for her to wrap her legs around his hips, to rock the neediest part of her over the neediest part of him.
He went completely still, letting out a low groan at her touch. “Becca.” Now he made the rocking motion, sliding his huge erection over her wet, throbbing flesh. “Dammit, tell me now or this is no good.”
He meant it, she could see the agony in his eyes, swirling there amid the hunger and passion. His muscles were tense and trembling, he was hot and hard and dying with need, but still, he would leave if she didn’t acknowledge his words.
He thought she was beautiful.
She so wanted to believe that, but the small doubt couldn’t be erased. She’d practically forced him into this.
And yet, for this moment, for right now, she wanted so badly to suspend reality and tell him what he wanted to hear. Struggling free of her shirt, she slid her arms around his neck. “I believe you,” she whispered.
Above her he was shaking with the effort to hold back, but at her words, he kissed her.
His fingers slid beneath her panties. He stroked her until she was shuddering before he tugged them down and off. Again he kissed her breasts, each of them, slowly, thoroughly, while his fingers traced their way back up her thighs and between. When he sank a finger inside her, she arched off the bed and whimpered his name before he slid his body down, dragging his mouth over her belly, to her hip. With his fingers playing over her, she could do nothing but toss her head on the pillow as he stroked, pressed and caressed, dragging out her tension until she was poised, trembling, dying… Then he shifted and his mouth was hovering over her, hovering, hovering.
“Oh, please,” she whispered. “Kent, please.”
He said her name once before running his tongue over her hot center. She exploded instantly. Shattered. Shuddered. And slowly came back to herself, and him.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
She’d never been so okay in her life. “I think…that’s a fairly safe assessment.”
He reared up on his knees and smiled wickedly. “Let’s make sure.” He slid off her robe, then watched her with a hot, fierce expression as he retrieved a foil packet from his pocket.
She gasped at the sight of him, silky smooth and throbbing, and he let out a groaning laugh, his fingers fumbling as he protected them both.
“Now,” she demanded, pulling him close.
“Yes, now.” Dragging her hips to meet his, he thrust into her, letting out a hoarse groan. He felt it, too, she realized dimly, this incredible connection. She could see it in the strain of his beautiful face as he concentrated so intently on her.
Slowly he pulled back, only to thrust again. And again. Then again. She couldn’t keep still, she had to help, had to rock her hips, had to sink her fingers into his sleek back. Things went from wild to off-the-scale urgent then, and she couldn’t stifle her cry as he sent her over the edge once more. Hands in her hair, he bent, tenderness and heat in his gaze as he took her mouth.
From deep within her, the tremors began yet again, and this time when she convulsed around him, he flung back his head and followed her over the edge, her name on his lips.
“WOW.”
Against her neck she felt him smile. “We’re still alive, then?” he asked hoarsely.
“I’m still breathing.” Barely.
He stretched, groaned, then lifted his head and gave her a smile so sexy, so satisfied and male, it made her toes curl. He kissed her softly, and then again, not so softly. “In that case, I’ll move when I can feel my legs.”
“Please don’t.”
“I’m heavy.”
He was and she loved it, so much so that when he tried to lift himself off of her, she held him tight. “No.” Her muscles clenched around him.
Arousing heat sparked in his misty eyes. “If you do that again-” He groaned when she did. “Yeah, that. I won’t be going anywhere.”
“Aren’t you…tired?” she asked politely, her hands sliding through his silky hair.
He shifted between her thighs, proving just how “tired” he wasn’t. “You feel so good,” he murmured.
Her heart caught, quickened, then soared as he moved inside her, in slow, long strokes. “Again?” he whispered, dipping his mouth to hers.
“Please.”
And it was even better than before.
BECCA FELT TINGLY, relaxed and so full of joy she couldn’t stand it. She could hear Kent in the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water. Nearly dancing, she bent for his shirt, which lay crumpled on the floor. It smelled heavenly, and she inhaled deeply because she couldn’t get enough of him.