chapter 36

She couldn’t stop herself from strolling right to him. It was as though her body had a mind of its own. She wanted to be near him. Closer. She stopped a foot away, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath.

“Your sister left,” she said.

Still he said nothing. The way his gaze focused on her mouth, dropping to her breasts and then sliding down the rest of her body almost started a brush fire in her veins.

“The food is ready,” she tried again, watching him lick his lips, his gaze stuck on her chest. If only he’d do something. Anything. She was so close to tearing at his clothes it wasn’t funny. “Are you hungry?”

“Starved,” he finally replied.

“Oh, well good. What are you in the mood for? There’s two different options on the stove. One is beef and the other is fish. I don’t have a preference.”

He closed the single step between them and grabbed her arms. “I’m not hungry for food.”

Thanks. You. God.

She swallowed hard at the dryness in her throat. “Whatever you’re in the mood for, take it.”

If he needed more than that then he wasn’t as intuitive as she thought. She was pretty much offering herself to him for the taking. She held her breath and waited. And watched him. The deep frown lines lifted and his features changed into a sinful smile.

“Oh, I’m taking it. All of it.”

She didn’t get a chance to reply. He dropped his head and locked their lips together. The kiss—Dear God what a kiss—was better than any of the previous ones. This was full of hunger. Passion. Demand. It was as if the animal side of him had taken control.

She loved it. The way with which he slid his hand down her arms to the edge of her shirt. The warmth of his hands when he pulled the material up and above her head. Their kiss broke for all of a second before their lips were once again pressed together, tongues rubbing and breaths mingling.

She gripped his shirt in her hands, the material soft yet annoying. There was too much between her hands and his body. She wanted it all out of the way.

She tugged on his shirt, until he got the hint and the thing came off. A sigh fell from her lips at the feel of his warm smooth skin. Blazing need pooled at her core. Her body vibrated with desire for Ky. This thirst for his touch, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Somehow, someway, he’d managed to reach deeper in a few hours than other men had in the span of months. She didn’t know if it was his genuine interest in her and what she said, all she knew was that she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. It was new and almost scary to want him with every fiber of her being.

Bone-deep desire for the man sliding his hands up her back and removing her bra grew with each of her breaths. His abs contracted under her palms. She glided her hands up his chest, through the slight mat of hair and scored her nails down his pecs.

A loud hoarse groan sounded from him. He broke their kiss, eyes bright with a hunger she loved seeing in their depths.

Her bra came off and his gaze slowly trailed down to her tits. “You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She couldn’t say if it was the way he said the words, with so much honesty, but hearing him say it and watching his expression fill with lust broke her control.

“Touch me, please,” she begged in a soft cry.

“I can do better than touching,” he murmured. “I can lick, suck and fuck you for the rest of my life. Your body is an addiction I never want to give up.”

He yanked on the button to her shorts, pulling them and her panties down her legs. He didn’t give her a chance to enjoy the heated smile over his lips. He led her to a big brown sofa against the wall. The back of her legs hit the sofa and she fell on the cushion. She tugged on the fly of his jeans. The pants fell down his legs and that’s when she realized he went commando. Hot damn!

“My...” she gasped.

Breaths rushed out of her lungs while she tried to take in the entire vision of his body. His very big body with those really mind-muddling muscles. He was way past sexy and into the hot damn of body categories. With his slightly hairy chest, legs and arms, he made her fantasize while being wide-awake. Then there was his cock. Large, stiff and with beads of pre-cum dripping from the slit. Her throat went dry with every peek she took at his shaft. To make things more interesting, she’d swear the more she looked at it, the harder and bigger it got.

“Touch me, Nita,” he whispered.

She raised a hand to touch him, stroking the hot hard length of him. She grasped him tight in her hand, moving her hand up and down his shaft. Once she got to the tip, she wet her thumb with the moisture dripping from his slit and rubbed it over the head of his cock.

She moved closer, ready to take him in her mouth, but he grabbed her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. He shook his head and dropped down to his knees, moving his hands to her thighs, pushing her legs wide open.

“Not yet, beautiful,” he said in a low gruff whisper. “I need to taste you before I lose my control.”

His features tightened with need. A large brown fuzz of fur had grown over his sideburns. She couldn’t have liked the view more. He was losing control over her. Her. Not some other woman. Nita. A primitive need to lose her own control along with him pushed her to act. She slid her fingers into his hair, gripping and tugging him up to her.

A new clash of their lips and she was on fire. He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples roughly. The ache in her pussy grew by leaps and bounds. She wanted him to fill her with his cock. She needed to be his.

She tugged her face to the side, breaking their kiss and moaning. “Please.”

Dear God if she didn’t get him inside her soon she might explode.