His heart began to pound as her gaze held his and he was glad he’d set down his glass. He might’ve dropped it otherwise.
Especially when she moved even closer and put her hands on his shoulders.
“Or,” she said, “you could let me kiss you?”
So he wouldn’t have to beg? “I have no problem with that.”
He watched as she bit her bottom lip, eyes narrowing as she closed the distance between them completely and her lips finally touched his.
He felt like a teenager at his first make-out party. Overexcited and flushed and horny as all hell. And unsure what to do with his hands.
Which was ridiculous for a thirty-year-old man.
Then Kate kissed him and left him breathless.
Four
Kate didn’t make a big production out of that kiss. She simply poured her heart and soul into it and took Tyler under.
Her hands came up to cup his cheeks, her fingers lightly caressing his jaw and his cheekbones. Her soft lips moved over his slowly, as if savoring the taste of him. He certainly savored her.
It’d been a while since he’d kissed anyone other than Mia and it’d been two years since he’d kissed her.
He was almost afraid he’d forgotten how until instinct took over.
One arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other around her waist. Then he drew her closer. Which still wasn’t close enough. As her lips opened for the thrust of his tongue, he lifted her onto his lap. The satin of her dress made her slide across his thighs and his cock hardened even more.
Her hip pressed against his growing erection and his eyes closed at the pressure. He wanted to rub against her, to lift that dress so he could stroke his hands along the inside of her thighs. She’d be so damn soft there. And even softer between her legs.
She moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth then arched against him, squirming closer.
This kiss was going to get out of hand pretty damn fast. And he loved it. Lust burned in his veins, urging him to spread her out on the chaise and lick her from her toes up.
Instead he drowned in her taste, nearly suffocating because he didn’t want to break away.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he slipped his lips from her mouth, heard her gulp in air and had to do the same. Then he nuzzled her hair away from her ear so he could bite the tiny lobe and felt her shiver.
Her hands had already slipped to the buttons on his shirt and were pushing them through their holes. He groaned when she reached his waistband and brushed against the tip of his cock, pressing against his pants’ zipper.
She didn’t seem to notice, though, because she’d already spread her hands across his stomach in preparation for sliding them up his chest.
Christ, why the hell did he have to wear a damn undershirt? He could have her hands on his skin already.
Instead, he’d have to release her to get his shirt and T-shirt over his head.
But first, he had to deal with her dress.
The zipper was carefully hidden. The tiny tab almost eluded his broad fingers. Finally, he found it tucked inside the seam at the top of the short collar.
When he began to release it, Kate froze, her cheek pressed against his, her body trembling.
He almost stopped, convinced he was going too fast, until she slid her hands to his shoulders and began to push his shirt down his arms.
Nipping at the tendon in his neck, she made him shudder, and he almost lost his tenuous grip on that tab.
As she continued to kiss her way down his neck, he drew the zipper down her back. The dress fell apart, baring warm flesh to his touch. He spread one hand across her back and wove the other through her hair, tilting her head up so he could take her mouth again.
She kissed him without reserve, putting her whole body into it. As he stroked her back, he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Christ.
Now he could barely breathe.
Swallowing a groan, he pulled away, breath catching in his throat as he gazed down at her.
Flushed cheeks. Red, kiss-swollen lips. Hazy, sensually dazed eyes.
Beautiful.
Holding her gaze, he reached for her shoulders and began to draw the dress down. She didn’t make any attempt to stop him.
Instead, she dropped her arms to her sides so the bodice came down smoothly, revealing small, perfect breasts.
He barely restrained the urge to leave her arms trapped at her sides and pull her forward to suck on those peach-tipped mounds. They’d barely fill his palm but he bet they’d be sensitive. Maybe he could make her come simply with his mouth on her nipples.
She moved then, withdrawing her hands from the sleeves and letting the dress pool at her waist as she reached for him. He was already shaking his shirt off his wrists as she slid her hands under his T-shirt and began to lift it up his torso.
He raised his arms to help her, urgency consuming him. But she took her sweet time. And when she finally got the material bunched around his neck, she leaned forward and put her mouth on his chest, on the taut muscle of his left pec.
Yes.
Whipping the shirt over his head, he grabbed her head, tempering his response at the last second so he didn’t handle her too roughly.
But he didn’t want her to move. He wanted her mouth on him. Wanted her tongue licking along his skin. Wanted her teeth tugging at his nipple.
As if she’d read his mind, she opened her mouth and bit him as his free hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer. He let her torment him for minutes, let her lick and bite his nipple before stringing a line of kisses to the other, where she did the same.
All the while, he forced back the raging tide of dominance that wanted him to strip the rest of her clothes from her body and lay her out on the chaise so he could have his way with her.
He wondered what she’d do if he tried it? Would she let him? Or would she run?
They really didn’t know one another well enough for him to start down that road. At least not yet. But later . . . All bets would be off.
And there would be a later. He already knew one night wasn’t going to be enough to sate this lust.
Her small hands petted along his shoulders, teasing, tantalizing. Making him want more. Harder.
He realized he’d tightened his grip on her and forced himself to relax.
They had all night.
Suddenly, she straightened, pulling back to look at him.
“You do know I won’t break, don’t you? I can tell you’re trying to hold back, and that’s not what I want, Tyler. You don’t frighten me.”
His mouth twisted in a hard grin. “Glad to hear it. Then stand up and strip.”
Her eyebrows lifted in perfect arches and her lips parted on a silent little gasp. But after a deep, unsteady breath, she twisted on his lap until her ass pressed against his cock. Then she made sure she wiggled just a little, making him nearly swallow his tongue before she rose to her feet and turned to face him.
The dress was already on its way to the floor as she turned and, when she finally faced him fully, it lay in a pale cloud at her feet.
And was instantly forgotten when he let his gaze travel upward.
Slim legs, slim hips. Her mound covered by a tiny triangle of nude silk. Did she wax? His mouth practically watered to think about sliding his tongue between smooth, plump lips.
He gripped the edge of the chaise and held on as his gaze worked its way back to her breasts. They quivered with each breath, the tips tight, flushed a beautiful pink.
As he finally caught her gaze again, he saw no apprehension or hesitation. Just plain and simple desire.
Then her lips curved. “Lie down,” she said.
His heart practically thumped out of his chest.
Kate watched Tyler’s expression carefully, wondering if she’d pushed the man with admitted dominance issues too far.