Zack(50)

Leaning forward, I balance myself on one hand by her hip and bring my lips to hers. I kiss her softly…sliding my lips back and forth along hers until she starts to move underneath me.

“Zack?” I hear in a sleepy voice.

Pulling back, I see Kate looking warily at me through heavy lids.

“Tell me to stop,” I warn her, just as I did the other day.

“Why now?” she asks in a small voice.

“Because I thought I could stay away,” I tell her honestly, bringing my fingers up to skim along the skin of her chest. She’s wearing that white tank top again, and I’m dying to know what’s beneath the covers. “I should stay away, but apparently I can’t.”

She doesn’t say a word, but her breath hitches a little as I move my hand down and grasp the edge of the blanket. “Tell me to stop,” I say again.

Kate doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then I hear, so very softly, “Apparently I can’t either.”

Triumph burns bright within me and I drag the covers down her body as I stand up from the bed. And fuck yeah…those tiny little sleep shorts are hugging her tightly.

I grab the bottoms of her legs and swing them toward me and off the bed. When they’re clear, my hands go to her ribs and I pick her up, turn her fully perpendicular, and push her back onto the mattress. She gives a gasp of surprise and her eyes grow heated.

One step forward and I lean over the bed, taking the bottom of her tank top in hand and pulling it off of her. Her breasts pop free and my mouth immediately waters. I place my hands on either side of her and dip my head down, enclosing my mouth over one of her nipples. Her back arches beautifully and she gives a husky cry.

I suck on her hard and release her, looking up and making a hushing sound. “We don’t want to wake Ben. Also…I don’t want to have to gag you,” I tell her with a grin.

She smiles big at me and whispers, “I’ll behave.”

“God, I hope not,” I growl. “Just be quiet about it.”

Kate giggles then, and it’s the sweetest sound I think I’ve ever heard. I think she just giggled with a southern accent, if that’s even possible.

Pushing back, I grab the edges of her shorts and whatever granny panties she probably has on underneath them and yank them down her legs.

“Sorry,” I mutter as they clear her ankles and I toss them to the floor. “I’m not being very subtle, am I?”

Her eyes burn at me bright. “You do what feels right.”

I don’t miss the emphasis on the word feel. She gets me.

A tentative hand reaches between her legs and I drag my fingers through her soft folds. After a few gentle strokes back and forth, my fingers get slick. Christ…wet for me and I’ve hardly done anything to her yet. That knowledge has me so primed and ready for her, I don’t think I’m going to be able to do much more than fall into her body. I’ll probably come like a horny teenager the minute I get inside her.

Dragging my hand away, I step back from the bed and start yanking my clothes off, first pulling the condom out of my back pocket and laying it on the nightstand. I cut a quick glance over to Kate, who has pushed herself up on her elbows, knees casually bent, to watch me.

Not a shy bone in her body. It amazes me that someone such as her, so outgoing and funny, would hide herself from the world.

No, correction: She hid herself away from men.

Yet she doesn’t exhibit an ounce of coy modesty in her sexuality. I have no clue what her experience is, but I know she damn well did everything right the other day when we were in her bathroom.

When I’m naked, I grab the condom and tear it open. Turning to face her, I roll it on my cock and then lift my gaze to hers. Her eyes are pinned on my shaft, and she slays me when that pink tongue of hers slips out and licks at her bottom lip.

And I just can’t wait anymore. I’m going to be totally lacking finesse and seduction. My foreplay will be minimal, but that’s okay, because Kate is drenched for me already. I swear to the hockey gods above that I will make it up to her later.

I crawl onto the bed, right between her legs, and press my hips down so my cock lies against her pussy. Supporting most of my weight on my arms, I hover above her. Her hands come out and lie flat against my chest while she stares at me.

“So this is it, huh?” she asks mischievously.

“Would appear so.”

“Yay,” she squeaks with excitement, and actually takes her hands away from my chest to give an exuberant but soft clap of eagerness.

And I laugh. Can’t fucking help it.

You’d think this moment of levity would cause my hard-on to flag, but Christ, I find her sexy when her goofy nature comes out. If anything, I swell harder.