She quivered as he kissed a path across her abdomen and smoothed her hand across his shoulders. He needed a moment to gather himself for what came next. At long last, confident that he was ready, Keaton set his forehead against her body and spoke.
“If you go back to bed right now, we can both pretend that this was nothing more than an incredibly realistic dream.”
Fabric whispered through the air as it fell to the floor. Seconds later Lark guided his hands up her body. Understanding what she wanted, he cupped her breasts, marveling at their perfection. The hardness of her nipples fascinated him. Her breath caught as he gave them a light pinch. She was so incredibly sensitive. He couldn’t wait to make her body sing.
Eager to begin, Keaton lowered her to the carpet unable to make the long trek to her bedroom. As soon as her back met the floor, he moved over her, capturing her lips in a slow, drugging kiss. Her hands moved down his back, nails digging in, as he released her mouth to suck gently at the spot where her neck and shoulder met.
Beneath him her hips shifted restlessly, inciting his passion with each thrust against his overly stimulated flesh. Breathless, he licked his way down her chest and sucked her nipple into his mouth, distracting her momentarily. He brought his hand up to knead her other breast, and a soft mewling sound broke from her lips. Smiling, he used tongue and teeth to keep her attention fixed where he wanted it, but he underestimated her—she wasn’t willing to be a passive participant.
Before he knew what she was up to, she’d spread her legs and tugged the waistband of his pajamas down past his hips. In an instant he was pressed against the heat between her thighs, the only barrier between them her pajama bottoms.
She slid her hand between their bodies and found him. The sensation of her bare skin on his hot shaft was too much for his willpower to bear. Keaton slid down her body, breaking contact. He trembled in the aftermath of what could have been a very quick end to their foreplay and trailed his mouth across her stomach. She lifted her hips to aid him in stripping her bare and he smiled as his lips dipped into the hollow near her hip. With her pants no longer in his way, he shifted his shoulders between her knees and gathered her butt in his hands.
“Keaton?”
It was all she managed before he put his mouth against her hot, sweet center.
Seven
With his tongue trailing fire around and over the most sensitive part of her body, Lark arched her back and quaked with pleasure unlike any she’d ever known. Keaton’s mastery stole her voice and rendered her muscles useless. Her entire world became his mouth and the rapid building of pressure centered between her thighs.
He seemed to understand exactly what drove her wild. His touch was both clever and commanding. She rose higher and higher. An unbridled moan grew in her throat, the rumble vibrating through her as her orgasm built. It was crazy how fast and hard she was coming. She tried to slow it down, to linger in the moment, but Keaton slid two fingers inside her and touched a spot that sent her off like a rocket.
Blind and deaf, she shook with the intensity of her climax. For several heartbeats time stopped and she floated. Then she crashed back into her body and gasped.
“That was amazing.”
Keaton kissed her stomach. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
He lay between her thighs, with most of his weight supported on his arms, and watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, a half smile on his gorgeous lips.
“You look awfully pleased with yourself.”
“Any time a man can get a woman to come like that, he has a right to feel smug.”
“Is that so?” Before he guessed her intention, Lark wrapped her thighs around his waist and used the element of surprise to knock him off balance.
With Keaton flat on his back, she took a second to appreciate the width of his chest and all the fine muscles that made up the ridges of his abdomen. She drew her fingers over his collarbone and across his pecs to the flat disks of his nipples. He shuddered as she scraped her nails over them and with that her confidence ballooned.
Behind her, Keaton’s erection bumped against her lower back. She reached for it and watched his eyes widen as she cupped him lightly. Immediately a familiar hum began below her belly button. She rocked her hips in a gentle arc. The motion stirred her body back to wakefulness, making her smile.
“What are you thinking about?” Keaton asked, cupping her breasts in firm fingers.
Lark pushed into his touch and gripped him more firmly. “I’m thinking that I’ve never been with anyone that makes me feel the way you do.”
“And what way is that?”
“Like I’m hungry all the time. When I’m in the same room with you, all I can think about is this.” She moved her fingers in provocative swirls, and Keaton’s face screwed up as if in pain. “How it would feel to have you inside me.”