Loch and Key (17 page)

Oh God but she needed this.

She closed her eyes and gasped. “Whatever you want, Brett. However you want. Just, please, don’t stop.”

Whatever you want.

However you want.

The eroticism and her innocent trust in those words was so damn sexy. Empowering.

With her hot, tight body gripping his finger, he could only imagine turning her around and having her lean over the bed. Or lifting her up and taking her against the wall.

But first things first. He hadn’t been waxing poetic. The desire to touch her and taste her was foremost in his mind.

He eased another finger into her slick channel, moving them in and out, until the sound of her moans mixed with the sounds of her arousal. Their mouths fused together again, their tongues sparred in a thrusting motion similar to what was happening down south.

But it wasn’t enough. With a groan, he caught her ass in his hands, lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stumbled them to the bed, never breaking the kiss.

Only when he reached the edge and his shins bumped, did he lower her onto it. Not quite as gently as he hoped, because she bounced on the mattress and gave a small giggle.

“Don’t go anywhere, sugar.” He jerked his T-shirt off, and then unfastened his jeans, shucking them off.

Left only in his briefs, he watched her wide-eyed reaction as she stared at his dick, straining against the fabric.

“You’d best let that guy out,” she murmured huskily. “He looks a bit in pain.”

“Not necessarily pain, but he’s definitely seeking to relocate to a warmer, wetter environment.”

Propped up on her elbows, her body laid out like a present for him, Kenzie gave him a slow smile.

“Well now, I may have some property he’ll be interested in.”

Undoubtedly. Brett removed his briefs and joined her on the bed.

“That’s better,” she murmured, drawing a hand down his body to curl around his erection.

He groaned in surprise, but she was already moving to kiss his nipples. To treat him to a similar torment like he’d given to her moments ago.

“Kenzie, sugar, this wasn’t the plan.”

“No plan needed. Just going with what feels good.”

Her delicate fingers moved up and down the length of him, and he thrust against her hand, unable to hold back a groan.

“That feels…pretty damn good.”

He let her continue a moment longer, but knew if he didn’t stop her, he’d end up embarrassing himself before they even got started with the real fun.

Sliding out of her reach, away from her amazing touch, he moved down her body and maneuvered himself between her legs.

She didn’t say anything clever now, or protest his move. Her thighs parted, her lashes fluttered down, and she reached to slide her fingers over his scalp.

“Brett…”

It was a whisper of a plea. Almost a moan.

He answered by opening the damp folds of her sex with unsteady hands, and pressing a kiss to her already swollen clit.

Kenzie’s thighs clenched and she drew in a sharp breath.

The taste of her—honey and sunshine—on his tongue, and the need to bring her to the edge had him going back for more. He teased his tongue into her again, licking and teasing the little nub until her hips began to rise and fall under his ministrations.

She clutched his head, not hiding her pleasure as she moaned and rocked against him.

His dick felt hard enough to pound nails into concrete, but his own need was on the back burner as he could only focus on bringing her the building release. Sliding a finger into her channel again, he penetrated steadily as he sucked her clit hard.

She went flying. Her hips rose and stayed lifted, while she gasped and trembled through her orgasm. Moments later she fell back onto the mattress, looking boneless and spent.

He lifted his head and smiled down at her.

“You okay?”

“Okay is not the word I’d use,” she murmured, watching him through hooded eyes shining with pleasure. “Amazing. Fantastic. Fuckin’ fantastic. Those seem a little stronger.”

He laughed softly, and smoothed his hand up over her trembling belly.

“I want you inside me.”

His breath caught at her soft statement, and he grabbed the condom he’d set out earlier off the bedside table.

It only took a moment to put it on, and then he was kneeling between her soft thighs once more. He glanced up, locking his gaze with hers, as he positioned himself to slide into her.

She caught his hand, lacing their fingers, and parted her legs wider.

“Now,” she whispered. “Please, Brett.”

He didn’t hesitate, but slid steadily and deeply into her warm, gripping heat.

The air hissed from between his teeth and he tightened his fingers around hers.

Kenzie’s head fell back, her eyes were closed, and her lips now parted in a mix of what looked like discomfort and pleasure.

The idea that he was hurting her sent a moment’s unease through him. He paused.

“Kenz—”

“Don’t stop.” She gasped and lifted her hips. “It’s just been a while, but please, don’t stop.”

Hearing the desperation and need in her tone, he gave himself over to the pleasure and to the shocking intensity of the moment.

With a groan, he plunged to the hilt, immersing himself in her body. And then only after appreciating how fucking amazing and right it felt, did he start to thrust.

They found their rhythm quickly, their moans mingling with the sound of their flesh connecting.

He watched her. Watched the pleasure on her face, the movement of her breasts, and then the sensual image of them joining together.

It was perfect.
She
was perfect.

A year. A whole fucking year he’d wanted this. Waited for this. It had been worth it. The realization was alarming.

But he couldn’t think about that realization right now. Couldn’t reflect on how this was better than any sex he’d ever experienced. How damn amazing it all was.

More
.

His mind shut down and instinct took over. He moved inside her, faster and deeper, covering her body with his now as he thrust into her. Her cries rose and she pulled her hand free from his to grasp his shoulders. Her nails bit into his flesh, adding a hint of pain that made him plunge harder.

So close. He was going to come.

He reached between them to make sure she came with him. The moment his thumb grazed her clit she flew apart. It sent him tumbling into his climax.

Not just amazing, he thought numbly. When he
could
think again. But mind-blowing.

Shit
. He was in trouble.

Chapter Twelve

Kenzie couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t because of the weight of the solid, muscled sailor on top of her pressing her into the mattress.

It was because her heart couldn’t seem to slow, and her body was still in shock from the absolute tsunami of pleasure it had experienced.

She dragged in a shuddering breath and opened her eyes. Tanned, sweat slick muscle was the first thing she saw. She couldn’t resist lifting her head enough to press a kiss against the salty skin of his shoulder.

He made a murmur of approval and eased his body off her, so they lay side by side.

“Sorry, I’m sure I was breaking all your bones, sugar.”

“You’re fine.” Actually, she missed the weight of him.

But the loss of contact wasn’t one hundred percent, because he reached over to tease fingers over her body. Her belly. Her breasts. The tips of her flushed nipples.

Even though she trembled with exhaustion and she was pretty sure another orgasm was impossible, arousal stirred low in her belly again.

“Did I hurt you?”

The unease in his voice made her let out a slow, low laugh.

“Please. Not at all. You were amazing.”

“Careful, my ego is swelling.”

She rolled onto her side lightly, glancing down his body. “Mmm. Among other things?”

He grimaced. “Pretty soon, yeah.”

Well maybe, if she got some energy back, she’d find a way to seduce him into round two.

She watched him through her lashes. He really was handsome. With his dark blue gaze backdropped by tan skin, and laugh lines around his eyes and mouth.

He was a man of integrity and humor. Sexy as hell, and he was single. By choice. It seemed kind of crazy. Didn’t he want a family some day?

“So you’re going to stay single until you get out of the Navy, hmm?”

And why had she brought that up? A bit stupid of her really. It had been motivated more by her heart, but rather than let him see she regretted the question, she forced a mildly curious expression.

“It was the plan.”

“Was?” She arched a brow. “Slip of words or—”

“Intentional.” He reached up to cup her cheek, his gaze darkening. “But there’s this sexy little redhead who puts these crazy ideas in my mind.”

Her breath caught. “What kind of ideas?”

“Getting serious about someone again. Taking that chance.”

The fact that he could admit it freely blew her mind a little bit. Didn’t people play head games with this kind of thing?

“You think you could handle being a Navy man’s girlfriend, sugar?”

“I…don’t actually know, honestly.”

She wasn’t sure she could handle being anyone’s girlfriend right now, let alone a man who came and went all the time. Between school, her job, and a pretty shite record with relationships—or wait, what relationships?—she just couldn’t give him a straight answer right now.

The lazy heat in Brett’s gaze dimmed a bit, as if she’d popped the romance and flirtation right out of the moment. Well, fuck, but she had.

Brett gave a small nod. “It’s not easy. Which is why I should stick to my self-imposed rule.”

She bit her lip, struggling to find the right words to say. How to hit rewind on the last thirty seconds.

“I’m going to do a few things to get that jambalaya simmering.” Brett rolled away, then eased off the bed. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

And clearly she sucked at romance.

Kenzie closed her eyes with a groan and rolled onto her back. Her head sank into the feather pillow and the scent of Brett’s shampoo engulfed her.

Not that he probably used much on his closely cut military hair, but she’d definitely become accustomed to the scent.

The sounds of him slicing and dicing and then frying something in the kitchen drifted through the house. Followed by the absolutely heavenly scent of the jambalaya.

More than a few minutes went by, more like twenty if she had to guess. Was he avoiding her? Avoiding the awkward way she’d left things?

Finally footsteps announced his return and she opened her eyes when the bed dipped.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted immediately.

Brett slid next to her, dropping his head to nuzzle her breast. “Why? For being honest?”

“Aye.” Her heart fluttered.

He kissed her nipple and it immediately tightened, lifting toward his lips.

“Don’t be sorry for being honest. It took courage to say it. The Navy bred me to appreciate those kind of basic, sometimes forgotten core values.” He closed his mouth over her breast and sucked, releasing the tip a moment later. “Mmm. What it didn’t teach me about, but I can also appreciate, is a gorgeous pair of breasts.”

Her laugh was half arousal and half genuine amusement. “By all means, keep appreciating. That is if you’re done in the kitchen?”

“Jambalaya is simmering and will taste better the longer it does.” He tongued her nipple again. “Meanwhile, I’m fixing to keep tasting some of this.”

She couldn’t possibly orgasm again, could she? This soon? Her muscles still felt like pudding, and her body ached in places she’d long forgotten about.

While still suckling her, Brett moved a hand between her legs. Clearly, she was about to prove her body wrong.

He had clever, skilled fingers that seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her. She molded to his hands. To his touch. Her body softening and rising to the pleasure, and he brought her there effortlessly.

“I’m never going to be able to walk again, you realize,” she mumbled, when she could finally think, let alone speak.

“Something tells me you’ll be fine.” He eased upward to kiss her mouth.

When he lifted his head, she confessed, “I want more than tonight, Brett. More than a couple nights.”

He stared down at her. “Meaning?”

“Meaning, I don’t know how I am with dating a guy in the Navy. I don’t really know how I am dating
any
guy right now. There’s a possibility I’ll freak out on your arse.” She hesitated. “Actually, it’s quite likely.”

“And if I’m willing to take that risk?”

She searched his gaze and whispered, “Then I’d hate myself if I became another woman who hurt you.”