She whimpered and then sighed, “Kai...”
He pulled away to jerk open the drawer of the side table. His hand found the box of condoms and he quickly tore one off the strip. With ruthless efficiency, he rolled the latex down so that he was covered and thought that this was it, this...this was what he’d been waiting a year for.
Then her fingers, smooth, soft, and smelling faintly of lemon-scented hand cream, skimmed his cheekbones and his jaw. They drifted down his neck, into his hair, and across his shoulder blades, each new touch causing his balls to contract, and his cock to harden even more.
Kai dropped his weight off his arms, pressing her soft, delicious body into the covers. He pushed his knee between her legs and the slickness and heat he felt coming from her made his head swim. And then he was where he was supposed to be, his cock at her entrance, pounding, demanding, desperate. Flick reached down, wrapped her fingers around him, and guided him into her.
He crushed his mouth against hers as the world faded away, his entire concentration focused on where their bodies met. He held himself rigid, knowing that if he started to push he wouldn’t stop, and he wanted Flick to come again, but with him this time. She lifted her hips urgently against his and he slid deeper inside her and heard her moan. Blood roared in his head as his last strand of willpower shattered. This was mating at its most basic, wild and primordial, he thought as he shoved his hand below her ass to lift her higher even as he slammed into her.
Harder, faster, higher. His breathing increased and his heart threatened to explode and—
Shit, he was going to come. Not yet, he screamed silently, grinding his teeth. He couldn’t find the ability to speak, so he silently willed Flick upwards, pistoning himself into her, deep and demanding. Judging by what sounded like a whimper and a sob, and the clenching of her body around him, she was close, and as his orgasm rocketed from his balls, his cock, up his spine, he pulsed into her and she came too, her orgasm sweet against every inch of him.
Holy crap. As he lay there in the aftermath, coming down from that extreme high, sated and shocked at the intensity of what they had just shared, the thought that she was the best sex he’d ever had drifted through his admittedly fried brain. But maybe that was because he hadn’t had sex for so damn long, the rational part of his mind responded.
Because, he thought as he rolled off her, there couldn’t possibly be any other reason.
Flick on Kai’s shoulder, thinking that her idea of an afternoon tryst had been a very good one and that she was quite pleased with herself. There would be no walk of shame for her. She’d got exactly what she’d come for—mind-blowing sex—and she’d be damned if she’d feel guilty going to bed with a complete stranger. All she felt was contentment and satisfaction and, weirdly, safe.
Kai was as close to a perfect lover as she’d ever encountered and she idly wondered whether it was the freedom from emotion that allowed her to be so fully satisfied. Not that their time together had been robotic. At times Kai had even been tender, something she certainly hadn’t expected. He’d stopped her thinking—about Gina and Pippa and the mess her aunt had dumped her into, about whether he was happy or satisfied or whether he thought she had a big ass— and she’d let go. She’d allowed herself to lose control, to touch, to explore, to taste. She had lost all her inhibitions in her quest to explore that hard, tough body. That had never happened to her before. With all of her previous lovers, she’d been more concerned about making them happy than worrying about herself. With Kai, all she remembered thinking was that she hadn’t wanted it to end.
Flick felt Kai stir and bit her lip as he raised his wrist and squinted at the dial of his watch, the numbers just visible from the light spilling through the half-open door to the bathroom. Night had fallen and she knew that it was time for her to slide out of his bed and out of his life.
Just five more minutes...
Flick stroked her hand across Kai’s chest, twisting her fingers in his light smattering of chest hair. She yawned and re-settled her head on his shoulder, mentally begging him not to move. She’d barely finished the thought when she felt a tap of his fingers against her backside and she pulled her head back to look at him.
To his credit, he looked regretful. “You need to go, Flick. Sawyer usually drops in on his way home and it would be—” he hesitated, “awkward to have to explain this.”
“It really would,” Flick sat up as he shoved the covers away and swung his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed. “So, I take it that we’re keeping this between us?”
“There’s nobody else in the room is there? Nobody else needs to know," Kai lifted his shoulders in frustration. “There are lots of things I hate about Mercy but one of the major ones is that I feel like I’m living in a fish tank whenever I’m here. So I’d prefer that the good residents of the town didn’t find out that I’ve just had sex with their favorite daughter.”
“I’m not their favorite daughter,” Flick protested, even though she knew that she and Pippa, were, sort of.
“You hate Mercy?” Flick demanded, picking up on his earlier statement. “What’s wrong with Mercy?”
“What’s right with it? No fast food, no decent coffee—”
“Hey!”
“Okay, I’ve yet to try it but I’m sure your coffee is decent,” Kai admitted. He looked at a spot on the opposite wall before shrugging. “It’s just pretty and wholesome and I find that weird, that’s all.”
“How can you find pretty and wholesome weird?” Flick asked, genuinely perplexed.
Kai just shrugged again and didn’t reply and Flick soon realized that the subject was closed. Okay, then. “Well, then, then it’s a good thing you’re leaving soon.”
“Yep, tomorrow,” Kai tossed her a cynical smile. “So we’ll have lots of time to practice our ‘pretend we didn’t screw each other sideways’ faces before we meet again.” He surprised her by sitting up and running his hand down her hair. “But I had a great time, and I needed that. Thanks.”
Flick placed her hand on his shoulder and turned her intended caress into a quick pat. Dragging up her most insouciant voice, she spoke quickly. “Me too. I thought we’d spontaneously combust the first time.”
His deep, sexy chuckle danced across her still-bare skin. She looked around but couldn’t see her clothes. “We shouldn’t have started kissing in the hallway. We gave Rufus quite an eyeful.”
“My poor dog. He’ll probably be scarred for life,” Flick winced as she remembered Kai on his knees in front of her, her legs spread and her body naked from the waist down. God, he’d been fabulous; that thing he did with his tongue and fingers fried her brain.
“I have no clothes. I think they’re still downstairs.”
Kai stood up and pulled on his boxers before walking across the room and picking up a pile of clothes on a chair in the far corner. They’d been folded so neatly that she didn’t recognize them at first. “I got them earlier, while you dozed.”