He palmed just below her breasts, stroking his thumbs along the sides, then around to her already tight nipples. The pressure of his gentle torment made her ache for more and she arched against the warm pressure of his leg between hers. His blue eyes darkened to near violet, broadcasting just how much he wanted her, too.
Her eyelids went heavy, and she couldn't stop them from closing even as she mourned losing the vision of him over her. Other senses heightening, she inhaled the tangy scent of him mixed with the musk of desire. Part of her felt the frantic edge of passion clawing to get free, but she gritted back the impulse to rush. Reality would take over soon enough.
She felt the hot gust of his breath an instant before he took her mouth. He kissed her, long and well with the talent of a man who knew how to please.
Tasting the pungent, buttery flavor of brie, she explored just as deeply. He stroked her breasts with persistence until she wriggled against him, hungry for deeper pressure. And she could tell without question he wasn't unaffected. The hard swell of him throbbed and she ached to learn the intimate feel of him.
Phoebe slid her hand between them and encircled his hard length, slowly caressing until he rolled onto his side, taking her with him. She considered tumbling farther so she could be on top. A quick glance told her the angled ceiling was low enough that if she lost control and arched back she could bump her head. A definite mood buster.
She draped her leg over his, understanding now why he'd shifted, and she found she liked the equality of power in the position so very much, especially when he hooked his thumb along the low waistband of her underwear. Her hand stilled, every nerve ending focused on where his search would lead him next … .
Yes.
Two thick fingers dipped inside her panties, his touch cool and welcome against her overheated flesh. He stroked, parted, found the tight bundle of nerves. Her hands fell away and she gripped the comforter, tighter and tighter until her muscles burned.
Faster, but softer he circled until frustration knotted within her. She nipped his lip. He growled lowly, trailing his mouth away, along her neck. She gasped, again, and couldn't stop the moan that followed. If she didn't find relief soon, she might well scream.
"No more teasing. Finish this. Patience is for later, remember?"
"Whatever you say, whatever you want." He traced the curve of her ear, his promise stroking her senses as surely as his hands, his tongue, even the enticing brush of his body against her.
Still, he wouldn't allow her the release she craved. She let go of his hip and tried to slide her hand between them again to torment him as fully as he was tormenting her. He clasped her wrist, halting her progress.
A whimper slid past her lips. "No more."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No! I mean, no more playing." She stroked the full length of him.
He groaned. "We're in agreement on that."
If nothing else.
But she didn't want doubts or darker thoughts now. She needed-deserved-this stolen moment of pleasure with him. He thumbed either side of her panties and skimmed them down. His hands came back up and somehow he'd palmed a condom. Before she could chase that thought further to a time when she'd considered getting pregnant, Kyle sheathed himself and pulled her to him again.
Side by side, he nudged against the core of her, entering, stretching, her body oh-so-sensitive from such a long stint of abstinence. Gasping, she went boneless from the sheer pleasure of the thick pressure. She slid an arm over him, her fingers threading through his close-shorn hair.
He whispered in her ear, words of encouragement, of how much he wanted her, how she turned him inside out. Each sexy sound stroked her emotions as smoothly as he stroked her body while they rocked against each other.
She'd wanted him since hearing that sexy voice of his for the first time. It had been so damn long since she'd even felt desire, much less pursued it. The rippling, sweet surge of sensations stormed through her as she writhed against him. She pressed her face against his neck, grasping him with frenetic hands, her nails scoring down his back.
Too soon, the storm gathered in that tightening swell and as much as she wanted to delay, she lost control. She clasped him closer, harder. Her teeth clamped into his shoulder with the force of her completion exploding through her. He thrust harder, faster, drawing out her orgasm until every nerve tingled, damn near burned until he followed her over the edge.
Slowly, she realized her arms were locked around him, the vent chilling the light sheen of sweat slicking her body and his. He rolled to his back, hugging her to his side. His chest still pumped heavily and she couldn't have found the air to talk even if she knew what to say. She wasn't even sure what to think.
She was too busy being scared. Because without question, she'd found so much more than she'd expected to experience here with him. Ever with anyone. At an earlier, freer time in her life, she might have taken a chance on this man with potent kisses, restless feet and a carefree smile. A risky proposition, to say the least.
With Nina's stability at stake, Phoebe feared she couldn't risk another night in his bed.
After their jet landed and they gathered their luggage, Kyle opened the car door for Phoebe, enjoying the way the moonlight played with her loose hair. Hair loose and fluffed from lovemaking.
Before they'd even had time to steady their breathing, the pilot had called over the loudspeaker, announcing they were preparing to land. Phoebe had launched from bed and shimmied into her dress again.
He'd known she had a passionate nature beneath her cool exterior, but he hadn't had a freaking clue how much steam waited to be tapped. His body surged with the memory of how she'd fit against him, of how she'd responded. Of how damn hot she'd looked wearing nothing but diamonds and a light sheen of perspiration. His back bore the marks of her pleasure.
And he looked forward to adding more as soon as they both recharged with a few hours' sleep.
He slid into the driver's side of the Mercedes. "We'll be home soon. I've already arranged for someone to come by in the morning to watch Nina so you can sleep in."
She looked at him sharply. "Thank you, but I'd rather not. I've already spent enough time away from her."
He drove out of the small airport's parking area and onto the main highway. "I can see how that would be upsetting for Nina."
"It's more than just not wanting her upset. She's had enough shuffling in her life as it is." Phoebe shoved her hair back from her face, frustration sparking in her eyes as clearly as the diamonds refracting the dash lights. "Don't look at me like I'm being overprotective."
Had he done that? "Sorry." He reached across to tunnel a hand under her hair and massage the back of her neck. "I only wanted to make sure you had enough rest."
She tucked her tongue in the side of her mouth. "I'm the one who should apologize for snapping. You were just being thoughtful." She sank back into the seat, easing away from his hand. "I'm so afraid of doing something wrong with her. Before Nina came into my life, I knew so little about babies. As Bianca started depending on me more and more for babysitting, I did research to make sure I had all the most current information."
Good God, if she inched any farther away from him she would fall through the open car window. What the hell was up? Suddenly her speed in getting dressed and out of the jet seemed like evasion rather than efficiency.
He needed to keep her talking and hopefully clear the furrows from her brow before they got home. Before they went to bed. "How did you and Bianca end up friends-and staying friends? You're both so different."
"We met in a theater history class in college. Roger was a theater major, too, and I took the class to be with him." Streetlights whipped past on the nearly deserted road. "We met Bianca and we all hit it off. She's more the flamboyant type and I crewed backstage for a couple of productions, building sets, making costumes."