His words penetrated the sexual fog between them and Flick jerked her head back. She didn’t look upset, didn’t look turned off—hell, if anything his bold statement looked like it rocketed her higher, and faster. She ground her hips into him and sighed lustily. Yeah, that wasn’t exactly the best way to cool the situation down.
Flick dropped her legs and found her footing, wobbling a bit. He grabbed her hips to steady her and she attacked his jeans, ripping open the buttons and shoving her hand inside the fabric, resting her forehead against his sternum when she found and encircled him. It took every inch of his willpower not to thrust into her hand, not to pull down her pants and have her climb up and onto him.
He raised his hands to cradle her face, trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore the fact that her thumb was skating across the top of his dick, that her fingers were dancing over the raised veins and driving him batshit crazy.
“We weren’t going to do this again,” Kai murmured, his lips against her temple.
“Whose stupid idea was that?”
“Yours. You said that you didn’t want to do anything stupid, man-wise, for a while. That some battles didn’t need to be fought.”
Through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel her teeth nibbling his skin. “It could be another one-night stand.”
“Ordinarily I’d say yes, fuck yes, but you’ve had a hell of a night, a fight with your best friend, and you’re exhausted. This is you trying to step out of your crappy evening, your overwhelmed head...it’s not a good idea, honey. You’ll regret it in the morning.”
Flick managed a cocky smile. “I never regret an orgasm and neither should you.”
Kai’s willpower was fading fast and if he didn’t step away within twenty seconds he’d be following her into that house and into her bedroom and banging her senseless. The reasons why that wasn’t a good idea were fading fast.
“Flick, help me out here,” He placed his hand over hers to keep her still.
“Sorry, you’re on your own,” Flick stood up on her tiptoes and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Take me to bed, Manning.”
Well, okay, then. Since she was insisting…
Chapter Eleven
Amy’sBooks:So sad that Pippa and Flick aren’t talking to each other. Going into the Artsy Tartsy when they are both there is like entering a snow drift.
BoredWife: Does anyone know why?
DocMolly:Stay out of it, girls. None of your business.
When they reached her bedroom they found Rufus on her double bed, a kitten lying between his legs and another tucked into his stomach. He opened one eye to glare at Kai and sighed. The dog-horse had no intention of moving, that much was obvious.
Well, Kai had no intention of allowing a creature further down on the phylogenetic scale—he had to be smarter than Rufus, surely?—to derail his evening. Or, to put it more crudely, interruptus his coitus.
“Get off.” He pointed to the floor. Rufus lifted his nose and ignored him.
He heard Flick’s laughter and slid her a look. “Your dog is a menace.”
“I know, but he’s so cute!” Flick placed her hand on her heart. “And the kittens look so comfortable.”
Kai stared at her. “Are you seriously just going to leave them to sleep?”
Flick played with the buttons on her shirt and looked at him from under her eyelashes. “Surely, we can do something creative without having to move the animals?”
Creative? He scowled at Rufus, who was now watching them and, judging by the evil gleam in his eye, to see how Kai rose to the challenge. Mentally, not physically...he had no problem with physically.
Game on, dude.Kai quickly stripped off his clothes, watching Flick watch him. He held her eyes as his clothes dropped to the floor, watching as her eyes deepened with lust and her tongue emerged to touch her top lip. Her fingers drifted over her breast and he noticed her raised nipples. She was getting hot from just looking at him, and Kai had never felt more like a man as he did at this moment.
He stepped up to her and unbuttoned her shirt and unfastened her belt. He pushed her shirt open and couldn’t resist sliding his hands under the cups of her bra to feel her breasts, to rub his thumbs over her nipples. He reluctantly pulled his hands away and gripped her waist, turning her so that she stood in front of her dresser mirror. Her head dropped back to rest on his collar bone and she watched with languorous eyes as he snapped open the front-opening clasp of her bra. The fabric sprang apart and there she was, flushed and rosy and excited. Kai pulled the shirt and bra from her and nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, kissing her shoulder. He flicked open the button of her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down, revealing a pair of pale blue panties matching her bra. He pushed her jeans from her hips and heard the rustle of the fabric as it hit the floor around her ankles. Bending, he pulled her jeans and shoes from her feet and stood up again, his erection pushing into her lower back.
Her hands fluttered toward her panties, wanting to push them off. He shook his head and stepped back to sweep her hair off the back of her neck, to kiss her spine. He moved his mouth down her back and stopped when he came to the thin barrier of her flimsy thong, pushing his index finger under the thin cord that made up the T. He pulled the fabric down, easing the panties down her hips and over her thighs. Flick sighed and placed her hands on the dresser, dropping her head between her arms. She was shaking with desire, her breathing erratic, and he could smell her arousal.
He fluttered her fingers over the creamy skin of her inner thighs and widened his fingers to push her thighs apart. Then he moved his fingers upwards, zeroing in on her heat, her arousal. He took heat and warmth and moisture from her vagina and spread it over her clit. Flick shuddered as he entered her with one finger and then two, and he could feel her throbbing around him. His fingers twisted and pushed and she groaned as her hips gyrated.
He couldn’t wait much longer. He needed her, needed to be inside her, loving her, sheathed, encased in her.