Well Built (Book Boyfriend #3)(49)

Her mind replayed the words just yet. As in, he'd have to let her go eventually, which she already knew and accepted, even as gut-wrenching as the notion was. She just wasn't sure she'd be able to withstand the pain when he left . . . again. 

She let her arms drift around his waist, let her hands slide up his strong, muscled back. "You shouldn't be here, Kyle," she whispered, not sure if she was trying to convince herself or him. Or if she was trying to protect her heart from the inevitable.

His fingers threaded through her hair, and he gently tugged her head back so she was looking up at him. A sexy smile teased the corner of his mouth, a clear intent to shift the mood away from the emotional stuff.

"Did you really think I was going to let you suck me off and not repay the favor?" he murmured, raising a dark brow.

A frisson of heat and awareness took up residence in the pit of her belly and made her nipples pucker tight-as if her body was battling against all the doubts and uncertainties filling her mind. "Kyle . . . "

"Tell me no, Sunshine," he murmured, caressing the back of his hand along her cheek. "That's all you have to do. Say no, and I'll turn around and go. One simple word. You hold all the power, and the decision is yours. Tell me to leave. Do it."

She couldn't bring herself to say the word, because it went against everything she wanted and desired. She swallowed hard, praying she didn't regret her decision in the long run, though, given the choice, if she only had two months and a handful of weekends to spend with Kyle, even secretly, she'd take whatever she could-then figure out a way to move on without him after the building was done and he was gone.

He was waiting for her answer, the rigid set of his shoulders and the hope in his gaze belying the fact that he'd just told her he'd leave if that was her choice. Clearly, it wasn't what he wanted, either.

"Stay," she whispered, unable to stop the flood of honest emotions that spilled past her lips. "I can't stop wanting you, needing you, aching for you. It's constant, and I need it to go away. Make it go away, Kyle."

He shook his head as he grabbed the hem of her tank top and drew it up and over her head, revealing her breasts to his gaze. "I don't ever want it to go away," he said huskily, baring his own soul to her as he leaned down and kissed and nuzzled her neck. "I want you to always need me, ache for me . . ."

For now, in this moment, she could easily pretend that there would always be an always. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he filled his big, warm hands with her breasts, then gasped when his mouth dipped down, closed over a taut, sensitive nipple, and sucked on the beaded tip. His fingers kneaded her flesh, his tongue swirled around an areola, and he gently guided her a few steps back, until her shoulders met the wall behind her.

This time, it was Kyle who dropped to his knees in front of her. He trailed hot, damp kisses down her stomach and rubbed his soft beard against her skin as he gripped the waistband of her sleep shorts and her panties and drew them both slowly, oh so excruciatingly slowly, over her hips, down her thighs, then let them drop to her feet.

She stepped out of the garments and Kyle tossed them aside, then sat back on his heels for a moment to trail his gaze up the length of her completely naked body, making her skin heat with anticipation. He hadn't even touched her yet and she could feel how wet she already was, how needy her pussy was for his lips, his fingers, his tongue.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured reverently, appreciatively, as he splayed his hands on her thighs and caressed them upward, until his thumbs reached her sex and he had her spread open to his hot, smoldering gaze.

"This, right here, is mine," he said on a low, possessive growl that thrilled her, then he buried his face between her legs and that thrill became an undeniable, breathtaking need.



       
         
       
        

Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned as she tipped her hips toward his mouth, giving him better access. He took full advantage, deepening the intimate kiss in ways she didn't even know was possible. Just as she'd been with him earlier, he was ruthless in his quest to make her come. His tongue was pure magic, and she clutched his hair in her hands as she started to shake, desperately needing something to hold on to as he rocked her world.

She wanted to scream and she was just barely coherent enough to remember that they weren't truly alone in the house. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip, holding back the cry of pleasure as the hot, demanding lick of his tongue turned greedy, ravenous, merciless, ultimately pushing her trembling and shuddering right over the precipice and straight into sheer bliss.