As our kisses grew sloppier, I reached to cup the bulge of his erection through his chinos. Ky made a rough sound in his throat, his tongue sweeping over my lips. He rocked into my touch. I eased my palm up and down over the hard length of him. I’d taken him into my mouth before, but never anywhere else. Right now there wasn’t anything I could imagine wanting more than to meet him core to core.
I scooted back on the bed, pulling at Kyler’s shirt to bring him with me. He climbed after me, and I tugged the shirt right off him. The planes of his slender body were smooth and delightfully firm, his muscles twitching when I grazed the heel of my hand over his nipples.
He wrenched my pajama top off me and leaned in for another kiss. The heat of his chest against my breasts sent the glow of my spark rippling all through my body. But when I reached for the button of his pants, he hesitated, gazing down at me.
“I’ve only done this once before,” he admitted. “And that was years ago, at some stupid college party, and I was drunk enough from trying to work up the courage to make a move that I hardly even remember it. So… it might take some practice before I catch up with the other guys.”
He said the last bit with a wry grin. A giggle slipped out of me. “Plenty of practice. Sounds good to me. It’s not like I’m any kind of expert.” I arched an eyebrow at him. “I’m surprised you’re not. Is sex the only thing you’ve never bothered to research?”
He guffawed and lowered his head to nip my ear. “Oh, believe me, I’ve researched that subject plenty. So I may not have theexperienceto back it up, but I do know, for example, the most likely ways to make you moan without even needing to touch you here, or here.”
His fingers grazed my breasts and my clit with a shiver of bliss. Then he rested his hand on my side. He pressed his lips to the underside of my jaw, kissing his way down the side of my neck with soft flicks of his tongue. His fingers traced an airy line from my ribs down to my hip bone, over and over, as his mouth continued its journey. Quivers of pleasure ran through my skin. By the time he’d reached my collarbone to nibble a sensitive spot just above it, I was trembling with need. That moan he’d been looking for spilled out of me.
“Okay,” I said, groping for his pants again. “Enough experimenting. I want you inside me, now.”
A flush spread up Ky’s neck to his face. His eyes gleamed with eagerness. He helped me yank his chinos down and then kicked them aside. I lay back as he eased down my pajama pants with a teasing graze of his fingers. He kissed a trail down my belly in their wake. One hand dipped between my thighs. He groaned as he felt how wet I was. I rocked against his hand, needing more.
“Kyler…”
I was on the verge of begging, but he didn’t make me. He climbed back over me, guiding his cock to my entrance with one hand. Both our breaths hitched as he eased the head over my clit and down. I arched my hips up, and he slid into my opening as easily as if we’d been made to fit together, filling me all the way.
For the first moment, he bent his head to my shoulder, a shudder running through his chest. “Rose,” he said. “You have no idea. God.” He kissed me, wildly, and then he started to move.
He took his time finding his rhythm, but every thrust, tentative and then more sure, sent me spiraling higher. As he met me faster, harder, our bodies melded together even more tightly. Bliss jittered all through my nerves. I kissed him roughly, my hands sliding over his shoulders, his chest, wanting to touch every inch of him.
“I think,” Kyler murmured, his voice getting ragged, “if I just…”
He angled his hips so the base of his cock bumped my clit with each stroke. A sharper bolt of bliss shot through me. I’d like to find whatever website taught him to do that and give them a gold medal.
I bucked to meet his thrusts, intensifying the contact. Sending the pleasure racing through me even higher with the searing rush of my spark. My body started to shake. A cry caught in my throat. “Ky!” I said, and he rolled his hips one more time. My orgasm crashed over me, sparkling behind my eyes.
“Oh fuck oh fuck,” Kyler groaned, but there was no complaint in those words. His hips jerked, and he came inside me in a hot rush.
We rocked to a halt together, both of us panting. Our skin was slick with sweat everywhere it touched. I loved the feeling of it. I pulled him down beside me on the bed, aligning my body as closely against his as I could.
Ky hummed happily. He tucked my head under his chin and held me tight, and for just a moment, I imagined he could stay here with me for the rest of the night.
What a lovely dream that would be. How much longer until I could make it a reality, and not just with him but with all my consorts?
Chapter Eleven
Rose
“So what are we looking for again?” Philomena asked.
I hung back beside her as Mrs. Gainsley moved her body through a magical form to release the seal on what had once been Celestine’s private magicking room. Once I could announce my kindled spark, it would be mine.
“We’re not going in tolook,” I told her silently. “Well, not really. We’re going in to make sure Dad finds something.”
The air vibrated with released magic I wasn’t supposed to be able to feel. My father, watching at my other side, didn’t react at all. A faint chill tickled over my skin. Then, with a sigh, the door swung open.
“Is it okay if I help you search?” I asked Dad as the estate manager stepped back to let us by.
“By all means,” he said, without any sign he was worried about what I might find inside. “Just let me know if you come across any official-looking documents. Anything related to her business operations may be confidential. Better to let me handle those.”
Like a box full of magical contracts? Was he trying to ensure I didn’t stumble on the one signing my magic over to Derek or just taking a normal professional precaution?
Argh. I couldn’t keep relying on speculation. I’d conjure up some “proof” for him, subtle enough that he’d believe Celestine might have held on to it but blatant enough that he’d have to realize she’d been up to something shady, and his reaction would tell me everything I needed to know.