She took a breath, shuddered. “I’ve got a weakness for lingerie.”
“And I’m pleased to know it,” Sean said, eyes gleaming. “Though at the moment, we really don’t need these, do we?”
She shook her head as he hooked his fingers beneath the fragile elastic band and slid the swatch of black lace down her legs. Then he sat back and looked her over, up and down. His gaze was as thorough as a touch and just as sensual. Kate moved beneath his steady regard, loving the flash in his eyes as he watched her.
She reached up for him, but Sean pulled back then stood and quickly tore off the rest of his clothes. He grabbed his emergency supply of condoms, tore one off and in seconds, sheathed himself and turned back to her. He slid his body along hers until Kate wanted to whimper with the sheer beauty of it. He was hard and strong, and she wanted him more than ever.
Reaching one hand down, she wrapped her fingers around his hard length and smiled at his hiss of an indrawn breath. She stroked him, watched his blue eyes darken and gleam in reaction and knew that he was as desperate as she to end this torment.
“That’s it,” he muttered thickly and moved to kneel between her thighs.
“Yes,” she whispered, reaching for him again. “Please. Now.”
“Oh, yeah,” he vowed. “Now.”
In one long thrust, he entered her and Kate’s body splintered. The soft release she’d been expecting rolled through her, and she relaxed a little, knowing that the hum her body still felt was just what was expected of being so twisted up into desire. She was accustomed to this, too. The vague sense of disappointment that kept her body buzzing expectantly in spite of what she’d just experienced. In an hour or two it would fade and she wouldn’t feel the frustration anymore.
Lifting one hand to his face, she smiled up at him. “Thanks.”
His mouth quirked, and he held perfectly still, his body locked with hers. “You’re thanking me?”
“Well...yeah.”
That smile of his broadened into a grin. “Save your thanks for when we’re finished.”
Well, sure, she thought. He wasn’t finished. He would be soon, though, and then she could lie against him for a while, feel that warmth of the afterglow that had always been the best part of sex for her.
“Right,” she said and lifted her hips as he began to move inside her. Again and again, his body claimed hers until the tension in Kate’s body ratcheted up even higher than it had been before. She gasped, shook her head from side to side and clung to his arms, his shoulders. This had never happened before. Not for her. Always with Sam, there was that small release, then his body collapsing on top of hers and then the quiet while her racing heart tried to calm.
There was no calm here. Only the frantic need pulsing inside her like a neon sign. Sean slid one hand down the length of her, to where their bodies joined and he touched her. Kate’s eyes flew open as he caressed that single, sensitive spot at the very center of her. Surprise, shock and a wild, raw pleasure rocked her to her bones. She shrieked his name as her body bucked beneath his. A wave of incredible, explosive sensations shattered her, and all she could do was hold on and fight to survive the ride.
“That’s it,” Sean whispered, leaning down to kiss her, hard. “Now go again.”
“No,” she gasped. Unthinkable. She couldn’t take any more. “Impossible. Can’t. Catch. My. Breath.”
She hadn’t known her body could do something like that. Feel so much. Take so much. And yet, even while she told Sean she couldn’t do it again, that down-low tingle churned into life at her core. She’d never live through this, she told herself, and then a quiet, satisfied voice in her brain whispered, Who cares?
A heartbeat later, thought ended and her body picked up where her mind left off. She and Sean came together frantically, each of them racing to give. To take. To feel. Seconds spun into minutes and the two of them rolled across that sleeping bag as if it was a luxurious bed.
Breathing labored, hearts pounding in tandem, they moved as one, two more shadows in the flickering light. When the next shattering orgasm slammed into her, Kate dragged his mouth down to hers and swallowed his shout, as this time their bodies erupted together...and holding each other, they tumbled over the edge of the abyss.
Later, he scraped his palms along her back and down to the curve of her behind. Kate trembled at his touch, at the still-so-fresh memory of what he could make her feel. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his voice barely more than a low growl of promises and demands.
“Good,” she said, rolling to one side and dragging him over on top of her again. “I’m not done with you, either.”
He grinned. “My kind of woman.”
For now, anyway, she told herself.
Four
The fire was dying, there was a warm, lush, naked woman asleep in his arms and Sean couldn’t relax. Hell, he should be in a relaxation coma after everything the two of them had shared over the last few hours. Instead, he was wide-awake, staring into the fire, thinking.
So far, he didn’t much care for his thoughts, either. Scrubbing one hand across his face, he tightened the hold he had on Kate when she curled into him and nestled her head on his chest. Her hair was soft and thick and smelled like strawberries. Her breath drifted across his skin and when she sighed, the small sound seemed to ripple through him.
It had been years since he’d actually slept with a woman he’d slept with—which hardly made sense and almost made him smile—until he remembered the only other woman he’d held like this in the night. Then all thoughts of smiles faded away and shadows fell across his mind. This wasn’t the same thing at all, he assured himself. Kate wasn’t Adrianna, and the situation was completely different.
God. Adrianna. He hadn’t allowed himself to so much as think her name in years. He’d deliberately wiped her face from his memories, closing the door firmly on a past that might have haunted him otherwise.
So he wouldn’t dredge up all of that now, either. This was Kate and though he didn’t like admitting it, sex with her had been...more than he’d ever experienced before. With anyone. But that didn’t necessarily mean a damn thing. Sure, Kate’s responses had driven him beyond simple pleasure into a realm he’d never thought to enter—but that didn’t mean he wanted to stay there.
His body stirred when Kate sighed again in her sleep and slid one arm across his chest. All right. Maybe he did want to stay there. At least temporarily. Sean looked down at her and admired the flicker of light and shadow that danced over her skin. Beautiful and strong and confident. She intrigued him. Worried him. Okay, he admitted, fascinated him. Acknowledging as much, even to himself, bothered the hell out of him.
His body had been at a slow burn since the moment he’d met Kate. But sex was supposed to have taken care of that. Eased the itch. It hadn’t come close. Instead, he only wanted her again. And feeling like that wasn’t in the game plan.
Frowning, Sean dragged the edge of the sleeping blanket over the two of them, as the fire died and a chill snaked through the big room. He should get up to stoke the flames, but moving would wake her up and...hell, he thought. Why bother lying to himself? He didn’t want to get up because it felt too good lying there with her sprawled across him.
Outside, the wind was still shrieking, snow still pelting the window glass. Without that fire, it’d get damn uncomfortable in there. He’d have to let go of Kate soon and rebuild the fire before they froze to death. But he wasn’t ready to do that just yet, and that realization bothered him, too.
This whole situation had mess written all over it. He’d come here to work and landed himself trapped in a snowbound hotel with the one woman who could get to him faster than anyone else had in years. He had to pull back for both of their sakes. Neither of them was interested in a damn relationship. He had to remember that as good as this was between them, it wasn’t going anywhere. He wouldn’t allow it. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy this time with Kate for as long as it lasted.
“I feel...amazing,” she whispered, her soft voice breaking into his thoughts. Sean was grateful.
He looked down at her and met her gaze as she lay watching him. She really did feel amazing, he told himself, and that was part of the problem. But right now, he didn’t give a good damn.
He looked into her eyes, smoothed her hair back from her face. She’d slept for an hour or so. Long enough. “You know I’m still not done, right?”
A slow, incredibly sexy smile curved her mouth. “I’m really glad to hear that.”
Sean took hold of her and pulled her up until their mouths met, until she sighed and he tasted her, swallowing her breath, making it a part of him. Then he rolled them over, levering himself over her, taking all she had to give. He lost himself in her, let the rest of the world outside that room slide away and closed his mind to thoughts of anything but this moment.
Tomorrow could take care of itself.
* * *
The next morning, Kate felt well used and limber. Her body ached in a good way and though she should have been exhausted, instead she felt energized—as if she could grab her tools and renovate the entire hotel by herself. She’d had no idea she could feel this good.