Each thrust of his body rasped against her core, pushing her closer to the sky, until suddenly she was there and soaring down, convulsions of pleasure rippling through her flesh until she cried out his name. Kirk. The only name carved in her heart.
He climaxed soon after she did, his cock pumping deep into her, his body twitching for several long moments until finally he relaxed with a sigh, his forehead coming to rest against hers.
“Hey.” He grinned down at her after a while, still panting. “How you doing?”
“Great,” she croaked out, her throat parched.
He levered himself off her, got rid of the condom, and did some more gymnastics until he was back in the seat and she was in his lap, cradled by his arms. He didn’t say anything, and she didn’t want to talk, either. This was so wonderful. They were comfortable with each other. They didn’t need to talk after they’d had the most amazing sex ever. Well, for her it was. She couldn’t speak for him.
She twisted her head to look at him. He seemed sated, satisfied, eyes closed, lips slightly smiling. She’d had the best sex with her best friend, the man she’d fantasized about for years. Amazing. Shocking. Paradise. She’d never forget this, never take him for granted.
Kirk’s eyes flickered open, bright and intense. “What are you thinking?” he asked softly.
That you are the most incredible man ever. She cleared her throat. “Do you think my eyebrows are too bushy?”
“What?”
“Someone said they make me look like an Angry Bird.”
“That person was an idiot.” He traced a fingertip over one of her eyebrows. “They’re soft. Like a moth’s wing.” He trailed his hand down her throat and over her collarbones.
The tenderness in his caress brought a lump to her throat. “Why me, Kirk?”
“Hmm?” His fingers dipped lower to her cleavage.
“Why did you finally notice me? I’m not the kind of woman you usually go for.” She shouldn’t be asking these questions, ruining the mood, but she had to know.
Kirk’s eyes zeroed in on her. “You’re asking questions I don’t have the answer to, Cassie. I haven’t had time to psychoanalyze my reasons.”
And maybe he didn’t want to, either. Fair enough. She was asking too much of him. Friends with benefits didn’t go into the whys and wherefores. The whole reason for this type of arrangement was that they didn’t need to go into messy details.
She should change the subject. “Are you going back to San Francisco tonight?”
His eyes widened. “No. I thought I’d stay the night and drive you back tomorrow.”
“Oh.” It was her turn to look surprised.
“You didn’t think I’m the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type, did you? We’ve only had the first course. There’s a lot more we need to try out.”
Her cheeks warmed. “I’d like that,” she said, feeling strangely shy.
He ran his hands through her hair and over her body, a hint of possessiveness in his touch. What was he going to try out on her? His sexual experience far outstripped hers, but she trusted him implicitly. He was hers, at least for this night. She’d make the most of it.
He settled his hands on her hips as a wicked gleam entered his eyes. “I’m going to be your electric bull, this time. And you’re going to ride me as hard as you can. Want to try it?”
Oh yeah. She’d go for that.
Chapter Seven
“I’m hungry.”
Kirk took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at Cassie in the passenger seat. “We’ll be in Half Moon Bay soon. We can stop off there for a bite.”
“Great. I could eat a horse.”
Kirk was hungry, too. No wonder, considering the activity he and Cassie had indulged in the past twenty-four hours.
Last night they’d spent several hours steaming up the interior of his car. When they were finally sated, he drove them back to the beach, where they went for a swim. The memory of the moonlight shimmering on Cassie’s wet breasts was indelibly seared in his brain. At one in the morning, he took her back to the rental house. The other women had already returned, and Cassie didn’t want them asking awkward questions about him. So he dropped her off and parked around the corner, where he wrapped himself in the picnic blanket and fell sound asleep, his body thoroughly satisfied and exhausted.
The next morning he’d found a motel where he’d showered and freshened up. Cassie had spent the morning with the other girls, not because she wanted to, but for her sister’s sake. At midday he’d picked her up to drive her back to San Francisco. He’d thought to take the quickest route, but Cassie asked if they could go the scenic way along the coast.
He hadn’t been on the coastal highway for years. They took their time, ambling along the narrow road, admiring the rugged scenery. Several times they stopped off at view points or to follow a walking trail. He couldn’t stop touching her. It seemed he had no control over his hands. Whenever she was close, he found himself curving his arms around her, drawing her in for a kiss or two. Or more.
Now, as they neared Half Moon Bay, he wondered how long it would take to eat and be on their way. He was being selfish, but all he could think about was getting Cassie back to San Francisco and alone in his house.
“Why don’t we grab a hot dog to go?” he suggested. There was a diner up ahead where they wouldn’t have to wait too long.
Cassie blinked at him. “Are you in a hurry or something?”
“Yeah.” He gave her a frank appraisal, letting her see how much he wanted her. “I’ve been in a hurry all day, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
Her lips turned up at the corners. “But you haven’t said anything until now. I thought you were enjoying the views.”
“I was, but there’s another view I’d enjoy even more back at my place.” Cassie, naked in his bed, spread out beneath him. Blood began to pound in his groin.
She grinned, fiddling with her hair. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. I’ll have a hot dog to go.”
“That’s my girl.” Thank God he didn’t have to pretend with Cassie. She was so easy to be with. This friends-with-benefits deal was turning out to be fantastic.
He pulled in at the diner. This was going to be the fastest pit stop ever.
Half-an-hour later, they were back in San Francisco, and by some miracle he hadn’t gotten any speeding tickets. He parked the car askew in his driveway but didn’t bother to straighten it. Cassie didn’t say a thing as he ushered her past the front door.
“Should I freshen up or something?” she asked, looking a little uncertain as they mounted the stairs to the second story.
“What for?”
She tugged at a strand of hair. The wind along the coast had swirled her hair into a bird’s nest, and her face shone from the summer sun. She didn’t have a scrap of makeup on, but to him she was perfect and beautiful.
“I dropped my hot dog, remember?” She gestured at the dark stain spread across the front of her shirt.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up.”
Placing a hand in the small of her back, he guided her into his bedroom and shut the door. He cupped her face and gently licked the smudge of ketchup in the corner of her mouth. He kissed her, and she tasted of hot dog and sunshine and sea. He undid her shirt and shorts, and traced his tongue over her body, exploring all his favorite spots. He dropped his clothes in a few seconds flat. Holding her, he spun her around, and when she knelt on all fours on his bed, he took her from behind, fingers massaging her firm, smooth ass. Quivering, she arched down in front of him, inviting him to push even deeper, and he steeled himself to thrust in and out slowly, to take her with him as his body surged, crested, and exploded.
She gasped out his name as she climaxed, and when she turned to face him, her eyes were like stars. Kirk sank with her onto the pillows, their limbs tangled together, bodies washed with golden light from the afternoon sun slanting through the windows.
He’d forgotten to shut the blinds. Little wonder, given how hot he was for Cassie. He stroked her hair as she rested on his shoulder, and wondered if he’d ever get used to her exuberant brand of sex. He doubted it, especially as she’d be leaving after her sister’s wedding. A faint apprehension stirred in him. He didn’t want her going back to Australia so soon. He had a mind to persuade her to delay her departure, stay on for a few more weeks. He could take some vacation time, and they could go somewhere balmy where not much clothing was required.
And after that? What then? She’d still go back to Sydney. She hadn’t expressed any desire to return to San Francisco permanently, so what right did he have to try to change her mind? They might enjoy having sex together, but they were friends, not lovers. And friends lasted longer than lovers. He shouldn’t ask for more when this was already more than he’d expected.
She rose from the bed, six feet of gorgeousness, and smiled down at him.
“I’m all sweaty.” She piled her hair on top of her head, her breasts lifting tantalizingly. “Want to join me in the shower? I’m almost your height, so it should be fun.”
He was on his feet in an instant. “I’m all yours.”