Only Her (A K2 Team Novel)(57)

“I love how you growl my name.” A sultry smile curved her lips as she slipped her fingers under his T-shirt and tugged it up.

Cody leaned forward so she could get the shirt over his head. “I think you’ve cast some kind of magic spell on me, darlin’,” he said, staring into her hazel eyes, watching the gold flecks in them darken. She fascinated him, this woman who hadn’t been loved as a child but felt so deeply that she cried when she couldn’t save someone’s pet. He wanted to know everything about her. What had happened to her parents? What made her want to be a veterinarian? Had she ever been in love? He wanted to know it all, down to the smallest detail.

“I want you so much,” she said.

“The feeling is mutual.” He brushed a strand of hair from the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “But you know we can’t. Not until you see the doctor, and I have to tell you that it’s killing me to say that.”

She pressed her forehead to his and sighed. “I know, and it’s not fair. A sexy, mysterious man moves in next door, and I finally get my chance at him, and someone conks me on the head. Just not fair.” A sly gleam appeared in her eyes. “But you’re not under a sex ban.”

That got his attention. “Whatcha got in mind?” And if she said what he hoped she was going to, he might explode on the spot.

“Just this.” She undid the button on his jeans and lifted an eyebrow. He lifted one right back at her, and she laughed. “I take it you approve?”

“Oh yeah, baby. Gotta say I do.” He put his hand over hers when she started to pull his zipper down. “But you can only use your hand. Can’t have you bouncing your head around.”

“I’ll be careful.”

She batted her eyelashes, and he laughed. “What are you doing to me?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper. Did she have a clue that she had him wrapped around her finger?

“That very question has been on the tip of my tongue to ask you,” she answered.

He hissed when her hand circled him. “Ahhh, been . . . ahhh.” It was true what they said about a man’s blood rushing south when aroused because Cody was pretty damn sure not a drop was left from his waist up. Talking was next to impossible, but he tried again. “Been too long. N-not gonna last.”

“I want you so badly,” she said as she slid her hand down the length of him.

“The minute you’re pronounced okay, darlin’. The very minute.” Her gaze lowered to her hand and what she was doing to him, and watching her watch him was flat-out hot. He zoned in on her lips, so soft and kissable, and he cradled her neck, pulling her face down. He brushed his lips over hers before fusing their mouths. Everything about her enticed him. Her lemony scent, her warm, soft skin, her taste, the gold flecks in her eyes that changed to topaz when she was aroused or annoyed—both of those emotions a big turn-on. Her taste was one a man could sustain his life on.

“Riley,” he gasped when she rubbed her thumb over the head and spread the evidence of his arousal around, making him slick so that her hand glided easily up and down his length. He was close, and he put his hand over hers, showing her how fast and hard he needed it.

Riley loved the feel of his big hand over hers, both of them touching him. A hungry moan sounded low in his throat, and it was as if fuel had been thrown on the low-burning fire inside her. She tightened her grip and felt him throb against her palm. He was big, and hard, and beautiful. When he thrust against the hand she had around him, making that moaning sound again, she stroked him faster.

“Jesus, Riley.”

He grabbed his T-shirt and tried to cover himself, but she pushed the shirt away. Needing to taste him, she scooted off his lap and lowered her mouth at the moment he came. Air swished out of his lungs, and then he sucked air back in. She’d done that to him, stolen his breath. Surprised him, too, by the dazed look he was giving her. When his chest stopped heaving, he wrapped his fingers around her arm and pulled her up.

“You didn’t have to do that, darlin’,” he said, kissing her.

Oh, but she did. He slid his hand down the top of her dress and cupped a breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple as his mouth explored hers. The slide of their tongues over each other, the possessive press of his mouth on hers, and the way his hand palmed the curve of her bottom sent fiery heat to all the places.

He rested his forehead against hers. “No more or I’m gonna forget you’re hurt.”

Although he was right, she didn’t like it. “So not fair,” she grumbled.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He kissed her nose.