I hook a finger under her chin. “Look at me. We can take this as slowly as you like. But I need to know how you feel, whether it’s good or uncomfortable or whatever.”
“O-okay.”
This is it. I finally have her all to myself. Normally, I’d have a woman horizontal in seconds, but I’ve promised Kiera more. She deserves that. She doesn’t just need to get laid. She needs to be seduced.
Kiera glances my way with big eyes, looking unsure but anticipating what will happen next. Then she slowly slides her hands up my arms, fingers curling around my biceps. I feel my way from her waist to her hips and hold in a groan as she wraps her arms around my neck. I swoop down to take her mouth.
One taste of her sweetness, and all the desire I managed to push aside during the drive lurches forward. Hunger overwhelms me. I need more of Kiera. I need her closer. I need her needing me. I need her now. The way I’m determined to make her open herself to me and scream my name is fucked up. It won’t lead anywhere good.
I can’t stop it.
Bending, I grip her thighs and lift her against the adjacent wall. She wraps her legs around my hips. A soft moan escapes her as I drive my aching erection against her pussy. The sweetness of her skin is just waiting for me, so I kiss across her jaw and down her neck, delving toward her breasts as she pulls at the back of my shirt.
She’s right; it has to go.
Reluctantly I set her on her feet, tear off my shirt, and throw it to the side, not caring where it lands. Her greedy stare eats me up as I lay my palms against the wall on either side of her head and pin her in place, towering over her. She palms her way across my chest, then glides her fingers down my abs. Every touch is like velvet lightning. I can’t keep my groan in, especially when she uses my belt loops to pull me even closer and stands on her tiptoes, her mouth slanted just under mine in invitation. It’s impossible not to give in to the tug between us.
As I dive deep into her kiss, I grope under her skirt and beneath her damp panties to circle her sweetly swollen clit.
A gasp escapes her lips, quickly replaced with soft kitten moans. “What are you doing to me?”
“Giving you what you want. What you need and deserve.”
I continue to swirl slow, torturous circles around her bud, watching her eyes slide shut and her breathing pick up. Her moans grow louder. She’s getting close, and she’ll go over the edge if I don’t stop. I don’t want her to have this orgasm in the kitchen, mainly because I’m worried we’ll never make it to the bedroom. Kiera needs more than an against-the-wall quickie. I want to take my time with her.
Gritting my teeth, I pull my hand away. Her eyes pop open. Confusion and frustration morph across her face. She lets out an impatient little whine.
“Patience, sweetheart,” I murmur. “All in good time.”
I take her hand and guide her to her bedroom, but I want more of her. My greedy lips seize hers. My palms roam her body, encouraged by her groans. Slowly, we bump and grind down the hall. It takes forever to reach her bedroom, and the anticipation is excruciating.
Finally, we make it to the foot of the bed where she ends our kiss, panting. “Jonathan…”
I freeze. “Second thoughts?”
If she was having them, she’d be smart…
“No.”
“Then you’re overdressed.”
“You want me to take my clothes off?”
The teasing note in her question surprises me. Given how shy and inexperienced she is, I expected to coax her out of her shell, but she’s showing so much confidence. Because she’ truly in the moment? Or because she’s putting on a brave face? Regardless, I know she wants this. I see it in the way her skin is turning rosier with arousal, in the way her smile communicates without saying a word.
I fucking can’t wait to make her mine.
For the night, of course.
I grab the hem of her dress before tugging the garment up her body and over her head, finally tossing it aside as she kicks off the stilettos. Suddenly, she’s wearing only a white lace demi-bra I swear I can see through and a matching thong that’s even more transparent.
My heart jumps into my throat. “You look…beautiful.”
“You look nice yourself.” She sinks down to the mattress, then splays herself across the bed. Moonlight slants in through the window, shining over her in a silvery shimmer. She looks angelic…but she’s one-hundred-percent temptation.
I can’t resist.
After I follow her to the bed, I slide between her legs and lean over her, brushing my lips over hers. I don’t mean to linger. But after one taste, it’s not enough. There’s something about her… She sucks me in. I can’t seem to get enough of her.