Hot Commodity(11)

Though her mind turned fuzzy with need, she had one last moment of clarity to frown and ask, "You live with your sister?"

He pressed her from behind with his erection as if guiding her toward the front door with it. "She makes me stay at her place when I’m in town," he answered, though his voice sounded muffled, what with his teeth full of her earlobe.

He tugged slightly. She moaned and arched back against him, forgetting her curiosity.

The twenty-foot walk to the front door was the longest Olivia had ever made. Erotic touches and naughty words filled every step. She honestly didn’t think they were going to make it. She came so close to the edge she was ready to throw herself down on the sidewalk and pull him on top of her. As he pinned her against the front door and rid her of her stilettos, panty hose and thong, she wrapped her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up to receive him. He cursed and kissed her hard as he struggled to dig his key from his pocket. Unable to coordinate, he finally sat her down and then nudged her a few feet away, telling her he needed to concentrate. She

laughed but stayed back.

"Here, hold these," he muttered and shoved the shoes and hose at her. "Thanks."

He fumbled for a second, cursing the whole time, and finally they were in. Grinning, he turned back and wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her feet a few inches off the ground. Then he carried his bride over the threshold.

"Well done," she murmured, wrapping her legs back around his waist where they belonged and kissing his jaw.

"I try," he rasped, pressing his erection against her and burying his face in her neck. She dropped a shoe.

He paused there, still kissing, driving his tongue into her mouth for about ten seconds before he cursed and wrenched back. "The alarm!"

He peeled her off, setting her delicately on the floor. As Olivia wobbled unsteadily, her bare toes landing on cool marble, Ken hurried to a panel on the wall and muttered to himself.

"Come on, come on. What’s the freaking code?"

After a moment of thought, he nodded and punched in a few numbers. When the red, blinking light changed to solid green, he sagged in relief. Then he turned back toward her.

There was no lamp glowing inside the house, so the bright moon outside was their only light source. It shimmered through a long bay of windows to help her make out the basic features of her new groom. But mostly shadows masked his face, making him appear suddenly large and dominating.

He held out a hand toward her. She hesitated. This was real. This was her husband and she was following him to his room.

When she didn’t move forward, he took one step to her. The first part of her he touched was her cheek with the backs of his fingers. It was so sweet a move she moaned and sank toward him, melting.

"We need to be quiet," he said against her mouth. "Can’t wake them."

With no idea who 'they' were, she latched onto his fingers when he fumbled for her hand. Quickly, he turned and led her away. Not three steps into their journey, though, he ran smack into something, which created a loud thud and sent something rolling across the marble floor. Olivia giggled, unable to stop herself, and even snorted as she dropped a second shoe.

"Shh," he warned. But when he turned, his face bumped into hers. This time, he blurted out a laugh, which only made her giggles double.

Olivia was the one to straighten first and shush him. She squeezed his fingers, and he seemed to collect himself, hurrying them down a long hall.

When they finally made it to their destination, she no longer had her shoes, her hose, or her panties. Ken nudged her into the dark room, shutting the door behind him as he followed. And finally, there was light as he flipped a switch. Olivia paused and took in the sight of a huge, exquisitely designed suite with a king-sized bed, the sheets rumpled and lying at the footboard. A suitcase sat on the floor, flung open with various bits of clothing draped over the side of the case and on chairs and littering the floor.

Olivia frowned at the Gucci label on the luggage, but she didn’t have time to think about much of anything because he approached her from behind, wrapping both his arms around her waist and lifting her off her feet again. He carried her the last few feet to the bed where he finally let go.

She laughed as she bounced once on the mattress and rolled over onto her back. Grinning up at him, she watched him turn serious. His smile faded as he stared down at her. Then, slowly, he reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Her mouth watered as he tugged his zipper down. Thinking he was having all the fun, getting to take his clothes off, she sat up and reached for him while he slipped his jeans down.

Olivia took care of his boxers, pushing them out of her way so she could get to the prize inside. She was well rewarded when a thick engorged penis sprang toward her. Her jaw dropped. Holy Lord, the man was huge. She’d never been with someone so big. Her eyes darted up, but he merely gave her a soft, glazy grin before he tugged his shirt over his head.