He tugged her through the doorway, then led her to the bed.
“Take a seat.”
“I’m not completely sure.” She opened her mouth to continue, but he had had enough. His nerves were riding a thin line. He leaned down and kissed her. Simple at first, but next, as usual, the heat between them exploded. He leaned against her and she fell back onto the mattress. He enjoyed the feeling of lying on top of her. His cock pulsed and his need roared through him. But he needed to make this good, needed to do this for her. He pulled away and kissed his way down her neck. Her skin was naturally sweet and warm from the sun. God, he would never get enough of her, of touching her…tasting her.
He licked at the pulse in her neck and felt it flutter and then speed up. He unbuttoned her top, kissing the skin he bared as he spread the fabric apart. The pink bra cupped her breasts and with each breath, flesh rose above the confines. The soft color contrasted with her cocoa-colored skin. It had a front closure, thank the good Lord, so he pressed it. Her excited gasp sank into his skin. He was trying to keep it together, trying to take it slow. But he didn’t know how the hell he would keep it together. His cock was hard, ready, willing. Hell, he’d been ready since the moment he met her.
“Kai.”
Her soft voice, filled with southern need, caught his attention. He looked up at her as he bent his head to her breast. Those gorgeous eyes of hers were half-closed, a flush brightened her cheeks and he could feel the arousal slipping past her barriers. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed the flat of his tongue against the tip of her nipple and gave her one, long lick. She shuddered so slightly he would have missed it had he not been so close to her. He continued kissing down her body, enjoying the sweet, salty taste of her flesh. As he inched down her pants, he sighed when he saw the pink scrap of lace. Women with a love of naughty panties had always been his personal favorite. It showed him that on some level she had dealt with the sexual threats her boss had made. There was something else there. Something in the way she dealt with him that told Kai she hadn’t had a man since. He couldn’t fight the totally primitive need to be the first for her again.
He eased the panties down her long legs. She wasn’t a skinny woman, and he liked that. Her legs were muscular, but not too hard. There was a feminine curve to her thighs, he thought as he licked her flesh.
She shifted her legs closer together, but he didn’t want that. He needed to see her as much as he needed to taste her.
He gently pulled them apart and sighed. Her pink lips were wet, glistening with need. He smelled the pungent fragrance of her arousal. Slowly, he dipped his head, then pressed his mouth on her pussy. She seemed to freeze for a second. He slipped his tongue along her slit, then she shivered and relaxed against him.
The flavor of her exploded over his tongue, over his taste buds. Salty sweet, and just as sassy as her personality. He took her clit between his teeth and she moaned. It sounded strangled as if she were holding back. And that gave him a mission. He wanted her so lost in the moment that she was screaming his name. He slipped a finger into her pussy and groaned as her muscles clamped down tight on his digit. She shifted closer, slipping her hands through his hair, molding her fingers to the back of his head. He continued to tease her clit, alternatively sucking then blowing on the small bundle of nerves. He could feel her orgasm approaching as he slipped another finger into her core.
“Come for me, Jocelyn.”
Frustration shimmered in the air around her as she fought for release. He could physically feel it as she tried to come.
He moved his fingers in and out of her, then took her clit between his teeth again. In that next moment, she spasmed, and a long, throaty moan vibrated out of her throat as her inner muscles clamped down hard. He lifted his head and watched. She threw her head back, exposing the column of her neck. At the same time, she arched her torso, causing her breasts to thrust up in the air.
Long moments later, she relaxed against the bed. He slipped from the bed, tore off his shirt and then started to unbutton his pants. It was then that he noticed that his hands were shaking. He drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to remind himself to go slow. It was hard to do because every instinct he had told him to take her fast and hard. He could do that later. Now he needed to make sure he didn’t spook her.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed that she was watching him with a small smile curving her lips. Her gaze traveled down his body, and he shouldn’t have blushed. He had spent his life in Hawaii, on the beach, half-naked. But as her big green eyes took in his body, heat blazed a path along with her gaze. He didn’t know if he had ever seen a woman look at him quite this way. As if he were a treat for her to enjoy.