Secretly Hers (Sterling Canyon)(76)

 

She used her hands and mouth to work him until his knees began to buckle, at which point he pulled free, lifted her up, and laid her on her bed. Standing at the edge of the mattress, he raised one of her legs up to his shoulder and unfastened the brass clasp of her blue velvet platform heels. He dropped the shoe, kissed her ankle, then slowly lowered her leg before repeating the routine with her other shoe.

 

Her heart galloped inside her chest thanks to the gleam in his eye and the tenderness of his touch.

 

“I thought you liked my sexy shoes,” she said, as he bent over and slowly removed her underpants.

 

“I like how they look. But let’s not risk any bruises tonight.” Then he crawled onto the mattress and pulled her across his body to straddle his lap. He reached around to unfasten her bra and then tossed it aside. His lusty gaze and rasped voice made her insides clench with anticipation. “No more talk.”

 

He sat up to kiss her, fastening her against his body with one arm while caressing her back and neck with his free hand. His passionate, hot, hungry kissing shot tingles through her limbs, like always. Her heart soared when he acted like he couldn’t get enough.

 

But when he grabbed her hair like reins, Kelsey had other ideas. She shoved at his chest and pinned his arms above his head. Rather than resist, he caught her breast in his mouth, seeming quite content with her plans.

 

She remained lowered to his mouth while she began grinding against his erection without taking him inside her body.

 

“Kelsey!” He bucked his hips against her, seeking entrance, but she continued the slow torment while he sucked harder at her nipples until she felt like she might come.

 

In a weak moment, she loosened her grip on his arms. He immediately wrested free, gripped her hips, and entered her.

 

Both of them groaned as he thrust himself inside. She thought he’d flip her over, but he seemed to enjoy watching her ride his body. He brought her hands up to her breasts then returned his to her hips. When she fondled herself per his unspoken request, he moaned. His gaze darted from her face to her breasts and back until he finally closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head into the mattress.

 

She rotated her hips in quick circles, loving each and every growl and grunt she heard. Then she leaned forward to kiss him while meeting each thrust of his pelvis.

 

He kissed her back, his tongue probing her mouth with as much heat as the other part of his body moving inside hers. Without breaking free, his hands traveled from her head, down her back, and then gripped her hips.

 

He slammed into her with such force it nearly took her breath away. “Baby, you feel so good. Just. Like. That.”

 

Everything in her body tightened, like a wave cresting, until it broke open and she came apart in his arms. As her body’s convulsions slowed, his took over and he shouted her name.

 

Her head fell against his neck as they both panted while their trembling bodies absorbed the force of their orgasms. Trip’s fingertips ran up and down her spine and then he toyed with her hair. Although her body went limp with satiation, her mind raced in several directions. Being wrapped up with Trip gave her such pleasure, such a sense of physical comfort and security.

 

She could easily picture a future like this, with a man like him. A man who could turn her on, make her laugh, challenge her, touch her heart, and even make her want to pull her hair out and scream. Did he feel the same about her? She thought he might, but whatever tenderness he showed or promises he made, he never uttered the L-word.

 

Although she’d been enjoying a near-blissful afternoon, Mason’s warnings and her own insecurity nipped at the contentedness blooming in Kelsey’s chest, causing an involuntary shiver to travel through her body.

 

“You’re cold?” Trip craned his neck to look at her, then hugged her and rubbed her arms for warmth. “I’m sweating like a pig.”

 

“I’m not cold.” She wrapped one arm around his waist. “This is nice. I’m glad we’re doing this together.”

 

“Even if you never get any baby girls out of the deal?” He teased, his ready smile showing no signs of regret.

 

Kelsey knew him well enough at this point to recognize his habit of deflecting a serious conversation with a lighthearted joke. But she also noticed he’d said “girls”—plural—implying he was already thinking long-term. More kids. Her heart squeezed with hope. Hope gave her courage to explore his feelings.

 

“Humor me, okay?” she replied. “If we do have a girl—”

 

“Which we’ve already agreed would be kinda like the second coming of Christ in terms of miracle births,” he interrupted.