When he touched the rounded flesh, soft skin covered by the silky lace of her bra, Ross was briefly struck by the remembered feeling of his wife. His ex-wife. He felt her breasts, the ones he’d known since they were stupid kids trying out sex and love in the backseat of a car. But then he found the peak of Kelsey’s nipple, and felt her press her hips against him, and everything else fell away.
Kelsey was new and every one of his senses had come alive to drink her in. Her body. Her smile. The intensity of her kiss.
The ding of the elevator doors pulled them briefly to reality. Kelsey dropped nimbly to her feet, and Ross led them down the hall to his room. Feeling like an awkward teen, he fumbled in his pocket for the key to his room, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of Kelsey, her eyes dark and huge, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. Helpless, he drew her back against him, marveling at the muscles beneath her skin and the utter abandon of her mouth.
With an extreme exertion of will, he managed to tear himself away long enough to open the door. Inside, they fell onto the bed, Ross centered over Kelsey, staring down at the tiny freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose. Her skirt lay around her waist, revealing a scrap of pink panties and the flat plane of her stomach.
Ross forced himself not to ravish her that instant. He paused and took a long, slow breath, memorizing the contours of her body. With a gesture that seemed equal parts impatience and discomfort at his steady regard, she sat up halfway and pulled off her shirt, revealing hard nipples pushing against her thin, lacy bra.
Ross needed no further encouragement. He stripped off his shirt, shuddering when she ran her fingers along his chest, stopping to brush his nipples before digging into his shoulders. He started to pull off his pants and then froze.
“Shit. I don’t have…I wasn’t expecting…”
Kelsey waved toward the small beige purse she’d thrown on the floor as soon as they entered the room. “Check my bag.”
Feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief, Ross felt around until he found a foil square. He set it down for a moment to strip off his clothes and then opened the package, pulling out the circular ridge of latex. For a moment, he couldn’t help but pause, struck by the realization that he was now truly divorced, in mind and body. But then he looked at Kelsey, who had magically become naked while he put on the condom, and the pounding need of his body drowned out the sober thoughts.
Kelsey scooted up the bed and rested her head on a pillow. Her breasts were small and white on an otherwise tan torso, with stiffly peaked nipples that begged for his mouth. Below her navel was another white triangle of untanned flesh, followed by long, smooth legs. A bruise marked one of her hips.
“Did you really trip while you were jogging?” he asked. She hadn’t said much since they’d left the bar, and he suddenly wanted to hear her voice, to make sure she was real and wanted this as much as he did.
Kelsey nodded. “I’m actually pretty clumsy.” With an unexpectedly shy smile, she rolled slightly onto one hip, revealing a scar that ran at least six inches along her side. “I got this one climbing a few months ago. Managed to fall on a particularly sharp bit of granite. Twenty stitches.”
Ross kneeled on the bed, tracing the long white line with one finger. “Jesus. You’re clumsy and you go mountaineering? What, do you have some kind of death wish?”
She laughed, but the sound had a strangely sad note. Before he could say anything more, she sat up and grabbed him around the neck. Her nipples pressed against his chest, twin brands on his overheated skin. Her mouth found his, her tongue trailed along his bottom lip. Yielding to the pressure of her arms, he lowered himself on top of her body.
He gasped. “We…should…slow…” The words were painful nonsense. He didn’t want to slow anything. He wanted this.
Now.
Their hips moved, and Kelsey shifted her position. He sucked in a breath when she reached down a moment later to guide him into her warmth. Her eyes closed, and he paused before entering her slowly, inch by inch. A groan escaped his lips when they were fully, completely joined. Her legs fused around him. They lay there for a moment, just rocking, bodies fused.
He ignored the screaming of his cock, allowing only the tiniest contraction in his hips, not giving in to the urge to lose himself in wild, abandoned thrusts. The moment was too intense and sweet to waste it. He breathed restraint into the small of his back and the muscles from his core to his legs. Still, he couldn’t hold back forever. They began to rock harder. Clutch tighter.
She moaned, and the sound nearly did him in. He couldn’t tell if she was saying “yes” or “more” but it didn’t matter.