Out of self-preservation, Kenna pretended not to see the absolute possession in Beck’s eyes as she removed her bra and kicked off her boots. If she let herself think about the hints he’d been dropping, her intuition that he wanted more than a one-night stand, her conscience wouldn’t allow her to go through with it. Unfortunately, her body gave her zero choice in the matter. She’d known Beck was a large man, a handsome man, but then he’d gone and taken off his shirt. If she stared at his brick-house body any harder, she’d need smelling salts to be revived. The angry wound in his side, the jagged, rough-hewn cut of his muscles made him rugged when she’d been expecting a teddy bear. Uh-uh. Not Beck. Beck was ripped as shit, and that little display of anger he’d let slip through the cracks had made him unexpectedly dangerous. He was a coin with two very appealing sides and she wanted to flip him, see where he landed. Since danger suited her need to keep this temporary fling as casual as possible, she would be anything but sweet. Memorable? Hell yes. But not sweet.
When only her short black skirt remained, she used Beck’s shoulders for balance. She placed her knees on opposite arms of the chair, leaving her center exposed for his perusal, shielded only by a sheer red pair of panties. Beck cursed under his breath, the muscles of his chest and abdomen shifting powerfully, making her even bolder. She took a moment to tease the hem of her skirt before sliding the material over her hips, baring the wispy red thong that barely covered her center. “You want to touch me where I ache, Beck?” She nudged aside the red strip with two fingers, whimpering as they made contact with her sensitive clitoris. Her eyes tried to close at the flood of pleasure when she circled her nub once and pressed down, but she kept them open. On Beck. “Right here, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Christ, yes.”
She slid her hands up to cup her breasts and squeezed, thigh muscles tightening at the delicious quickening in her belly. “I’m all yours.”
Beck shot forward, latching his mouth to her clit, sucking her panties and flesh into his mouth on a thunderous growl. Kenna screamed at the unexpected action, nearly losing her balance until his hands molded to her bottom, holding her steady as he sucked. Licked. Oh God. Her body convulsed, stuttering just on the edge of orgasm. Impossible. Too soon. Wasn’t it?
He pulled back by the barest of inches, his rapid puffs of breath feathering over her flesh. “D-do you like this?”
“Yeskeepgoing.”
“Thank God. Tastes so good.”
Beck made contact again and Kenna’s mind shut down, focusing only on the perfection of his suctioning mouth. He was a starved man who’d forgotten his last meal and needed sustenance. One of his brawny arms wrapped around her hips, freeing his other hand to slip between her thighs, a thumb brushing her entrance. As if he wanted her permission but refused to stop tonguing her damp core long enough to ask.
“Yours, Beck. My body is yours.” Words she’d never said to anyone, would probably never say again. Don’t think about it. Focus on him…what he’s doing to you. “Touch me, move me, enter me, speak to me however it feels right. Everything you do will be right.”
She could feel something give way inside his big body. If possible, his mouth worked her harder, opening wide to draw on her flesh, then bathing her clit with his tongue. Two long fingers filled her and she gasped—yes—making eye contact with Beck as he broke away with a groan. “Ah, Kenna.” His voice was a bed of nails. “I’m going to hurt you. I never knew…I didn’t know you’d be so small.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face against her stomach. “I take back what I said. I don’t want to make you scream. Don’t want you in pain.”
Her throat constricted so hard she couldn’t draw air for a moment, but Beck’s obvious physical torment snapped her into action. She lifted his face to meet hers. “Unfasten your pants, Major. You won’t hurt me.” Their lips brushed. “If it hurts a little, the good will outweigh it. Okay?” She kissed him long and deep. “I showed you my ache, now show me yours.”
His hands fell to his lap, bringing the sounds of leather sliding, his zipper descending. “If I do something to hurt you…” He broke off, shaking his head.
“Hey.” As soon as his erection was free between them, large and beautiful, she pushed him against the chair back. “You’re the virgin. That’s supposed to be my line.”
An intense glow lit his eyes. “You’re in deep with me, Kenna Sutton.”
“I know,” she whispered, hiding her shaken reaction to his vow by reaching for the unopened pack of condoms in her side table, but her trembling fingers gave her away.