Full Exposure: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (10 page)

Kevin lifted his head and she nearly whimpered in disappointment. Don’t stop, she wanted to shout. Don’t give me time to think. She reached a hand between their bodies, circled his cock and slowly, slowly began to stroke. He was as hard as the metal he sculpted, and as immense. As her hand stroked up and down, finding his tip and teasing the small drop of fluid she found there, she had a moment’s concern about whether or not they would fit.

She wasn’t a small woman, but he was huge. She should have guessed. Tall, large hands and feet. Only an idiot would have been caught by surprise. But she wanted him, was desperate for him if the truth were told, and his pulsing erection aroused her unbearably.

Again she stroked her thumb over his head, again it came away just a little wet. Staring into his bottomless sapphire eyes, she brought her thumb to her lips and slowly licked. “Mmmm,” she purred as she tasted the incredible earthiness that was Kevin.

Eyes blazing, heart pounding, Kevin kissed his way down her body, praying that he wouldn’t embarrass himself. He hadn’t been this unsure of his own control since high school, and he wanted—needed—this to be as good for Serena as it was for him. Better.

She might be cool and collected most of the time, but in bed she was hotter, wilder than he could ever have imagined. He licked his way, slowly, down her rib cage to her belly button. His tongue darted out, teased the slight indentation of her navel—played
with the small gold hoop there—before continuing down her abdomen to her dark blond pubic hair.

She moaned, fisting her hands in his hair. “Now,” she breathed, her entire body taught with desire. “Kevin, it’s got to be now.”

“Soon,
cher
,” he murmured, as he slowly—oh so slowly—slipped a finger inside of her. She was incredibly hot, deliciously wet, and his entire body clenched with need. But two could play her game.

He slowly pulled his finger out and she whimpered, hips lifting, before she could control herself. “Kevin,” she gasped. “Please.”

He smiled, darkly, as he raised his finger to his mouth. He breathed deeply, loving the spicy-sweet scent of her. “Delicious,” he murmured before sliding his finger into his mouth and taking her essence inside him.

She moaned, her fists twisting in the sheets as she bucked frantically against him. “Kevin!” Her voice was high, sharp, and he knew that he had pushed her as far as she could take. But he wanted to do so much more.

He wanted to bury his face between her thighs and feast until she screamed in ecstasy. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body, make her crazy with desire until she could think of nothing, of no one, but him.

But she was whimpering, frantic, and he couldn’t take any more of her cries without exploding. He grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it over himself before reaching between them and flicking a finger once, twice, over her clit.

Ecstasy roared through her and Serena screamed, her fingers grabbing at his shoulders, her body wildly arching against his. He plunged into her as she came, moving hard and fast against her. Intensifying her orgasm, building toward his own.

Her legs twined around his, her feet digging into the back of his thighs as he pounded into her. “Again,” she murmured. “Again.”

“And again and again and again.” He grinned, watching her beautiful eyes dilate with passion. She was hot, disheveled, sweaty. And he loved it. Loved knowing she could let go like this, loved knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Kevin reached down, drew her nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard as he continued moving inside of her. He was close, so close he thought he’d explode any
second. His balls were boiling, his cock throbbing, but he wanted to make her come again. Needed to see her face as it ripped through her. Had to be inside of her when it happened this time.

She was sobbing, her hands tangled in his hands as her body shuddered over and over again. “Please, please.”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me again. I have to feel you.” His words were strangled as he moved faster and faster, loving the warm, wet feel of her muscles clenching around his cock. He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucked hard even as he reached between them and stroked her clit.

Serena screamed, her body bucking wildly against him as a second orgasm—more intense and out of control than the first—ripped through her. He rode her through it, took her higher and higher until nothing existed but the intense, rolling pleasure that went on and on. Grabbing her hips, he tilted them until she was open fully to him.

He was going to explode, he couldn’t hold back any longer, he had to—With a groan of ecstasy he came, harder, longer, and more intensely than he ever had before. The world went black and he was lost, totally, to the insane pleasure overloading his senses. He was dimly conscious of Serena’s own cries, of her body convulsing again and again, milking him as he emptied himself inside of her.

*  *  *

Serena’s head was swimming. Pleasure, satiation, confusion, fear—they chased each other around in her brain even as her limp body relaxed into the warmth of Kevin’s. Her breathing was still harsh, her head muddled, and a part of her wanted nothing more than to roll over and start the whole wonderful, confusing ride again.

But she’d been wild, out of control, totally unlike herself. She wanted to say something, anything, to keep the most beautiful experience in her life from becoming awkward. But she could already feel the tension coming back; her skin felt too tight and her muscles were slowly turning rock-hard. She’d poured her heart and soul out to Kevin, both physically and verbally, and now she felt raw.

They’d planned a simple sexual encounter and she’d gone and complicated it. She
could feel his eyes on her, studying her even as his fingers tangled in her hair. She knew she should look at him, deal with the whole situation, but she was afraid. Afraid of her lack of control, afraid of her emotions, and perhaps most important, afraid of the pity she thought she’d see in his eyes. If he turned the most amazing sex of her life into a pity fuck she’d completely lose it. And once she did, would she ever get it back?

With a deep breath she pulled away, forcing a smile that she didn’t feel. “I’m going to go clean up.”

His eyes narrowed and a fierce frown turned his lips downward. “Already?” he asked.

She shrugged and turned away. “I’m hot. I’ll take a quick shower and be out in a few minutes.” She gathered her clothes as she spoke, darting into the bathroom and closing the door before Kevin could say another word. Holding her breath, waiting to see what Kevin would do, she finally released it in a shaky puff when she realized he wasn’t following her. Serena’s trembling legs refused to support her any longer and she sank slowly to the bathroom floor, wrapping her arms around herself as tears flowed, slow and silent, down her cheeks.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Kevin rolled out of bed and began to pace the length of his bedroom, naked, as anger turned his stomach inside out. He’d damn well known better. He’d known it was too soon, known she’d regret it. But he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself or his cock in his pants. Instead, he’d made love with a woman who was using him to forget the pain of her past. He’d taken Serena when she was lost and vulnerable and now they were both going to pay the price.

Fuck! He thrust both hands into his hair, sinking heavily onto the bed. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Pretend he hadn’t just had the most mind-blowing sex of his whole life? Act like he didn’t want her so much it was painful to breathe when he wasn’t inside of her? Ignore everything but the work?

No way. His teeth ground together. No fucking way. There was no way he was that good of an actor. And even if he was, there’s no way he’d do it.

Serena couldn’t stumble into his life, turn him inside out and then stumble out again, pretending nothing had happened. She might be able to compartmentalize her life into neat little boxes, but he didn’t work that way. He
couldn’t
work that way. Besides, the thought of never being inside of her again, of never again hearing the soft, sexy sounds she made as she came, was way too horrible to think about.

He heard the water start and images of Serena, naked and wet and in his shower, tormented him until his cock stood straight up and the mere act of existing hurt. He studied the door through narrowed eyes, weighing his options as he listened to the water pound against the glass shower door.

He could play things Serena’s way for a while, give her some time and space. His mouth twisted in displeasure. He could wait for her to come out of the bathroom and have a civilized conversation about where they would go from here. His frown deepened and his eyes narrowed to little more than slits. Or he could go in there and demand to know what the hell was going on.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Kevin crossed to the bathroom and rested
his hand on the doorknob. He would simply go in and talk to her about why she was upset—before she could get her defenses back in place. He knew, instinctively, that she’d fled because she didn’t want him to see her vulnerability, because she couldn’t stand for him to see the rawness that was still in her. But he couldn’t fight her if he didn’t know what she was thinking—confronting her before she had herself completely under control again was the way to go. With a decisive nod, he turned the handle and pushed the door open.

And froze. His hands clenched unconsciously into fists and a hand squeezed his gut with every heavy beat of his heart. Steam had slightly misted the glass shower door, but he could still see Serena’s silhouette through the fog. Her back was to the tap, her head thrown back and her hands lifted to her head as she slowly rinsed his shampoo from her hair. Her back was arched, her perfect breasts thrust forward and her nipples peaked as water cascaded slowly down her breasts to her stomach and lower still to the dark, sexy nest of her pubic hair. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open.

Kevin’s cock hardened to the point of obsession and he fought to hold back a groan of absolute lust. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and he would die if he couldn’t be inside her again. Soon.

Without giving himself time to think, without worrying about the consequences, Kevin slid open the door to the oversized shower and slipped silently inside. Serena’s eyes flew open, startled, worried, and instinct took over. He pulled her gently into his arms, cradling her head against his neck as his hands slid slowly up and down her back. She stood stiffly against him for a minute before the soothing rhythm of his hands slowly penetrated the fear battering her.

Kevin felt Serena relax against him and the tightness in his chest slowly eased. They could still fix this. If he took things slow and easy, if he didn’t startle her or make her nervous, it would be okay. He took a deep breath, ignored his throbbing cock and slid his hands gently into her wet hair.

Serena gasped as Kevin softly guided her head back under the spray, his fingers gently massaging the remaining shampoo from her hair. He stroked her scalp soothingly, fingers sliding softly through each section of her hair. He reached for another bottle, his big body still sheltering hers as he squeezed a small amount of conditioner onto his palm.

She sighed and allowed her eyes to drift shut as she savored the feel of Kevin’s strong, talented hands slowly rubbing conditioner into her hair. His long, beautiful fingers gently rubbed her scalp in a circular motion, setting every nerve ending in her body on fire. He nudged her and she obligingly tilted her head back so that the warm water could slowly stream over her head and down her body again. His fingers continued their talented massage and her nipples tightened, despite the warm water cascading slowly over her shoulders and down her breasts.

When her hair had finally been rinsed clean, Kevin rubbed a bar of soap between his hands and slowly began to lather up her body. His talented fingers slid down her neck, over the slope of her shoulders to the small of her back, before slipping around to tickle her belly button, setting the charms of her belly ring jangling. He gently skimmed her rib cage before stopping and slowly, oh so slowly, cupping her breasts.

“When did you get that?” he asked.

“Get what?”

“The belly ring. I love it.”

Serena sighed, leaned into him for support. “Sandra and I got them done on our sixteenth birthday. I’ve kept mine because—because it helps me remember how things used to be. It’s a connection between us—the only one that’s left.”

“Oh,
bebe
,” he sighed. “You’ve had such a rough time of it.”

She stiffened against him. “I don’t want your pity.”

He pulled away, looked down at her. “Pity? I don’t pity you. I couldn’t. I admire you.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“I do. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

Serena shook her head, tried to turn away despite his hands clutching her shoulders. “I’ve been a basket case since you’ve met me.”

“You’ve been in pain.” Lowering his forehead to hers, Kevin pulled her back into his arms. “There’s a huge difference.”

“But—”

“Sssh,
bebe
. Later. We’ll talk later.”

He reached between them, used his thumbs to gently flick her nipples. Serena
moaned before she could stop herself. It felt so good, so incredibly good, to have Kevin’s sensitive artist’s hands on her body. To have him touch her in the most mundane and the most secret places.

He continued to stroke her breasts and Serena arched into him, her lower body pressing suddenly against his erection. She felt him stiffen, heard the sudden increase in his breathing and smiled. It was good to know that she affected him as crazily as he affected her.

“Serena.” Kevin’s voice was husky, low and warning. Her scent was wrapping itself around him—a combination of his shampoo and her own spicy sweetness that was driving him out of his mind. He’d never been the possessive type, but something about Serena covered in his scent aroused him beyond bearing.

“Hmmm?” she asked, allowing her own hands to slide sensuously up his back. She hooked her hands behind his neck and pressed tightly against him. She loved the feel of his chest against her nipples, his long, hard cock against her thighs. She tried to remember why she’d escaped to the shower, why this incredible pleasure had seemed like a bad idea. But as Kevin’s hands cupped her ass and lifted her flush against him, her ability to reason deserted her.