“You sold my body for a few car washes?” He asked slowly.
Kelly giggled. “A few? Hey stud, one a week for six months. I told you, you were hot.”
“I’m going to paddle your ass.” He came out of his chair, watching carefully as she backed away from him, trying not to laugh at the outrage in his expression.
“He went on all evening about the sweat dripping down your chest, Rowdy,” she snickered. “I think he was more impressed than I was.” She shrieked as he bounded over the table, turned, and tried to run.
There was no place to run, and controlling her laughter enough to actually fend him off was impossible, especially once his fingers found the ultrasensitive ticklish areas in her sides and sent her to the floor as she fought his attacking fingers.
“Oh, God. Don’t you tickle me,” she cried breathlessly, rolling, bucking against him as he came over her, his teeth bared in a laughing growl as he caught her hands, stretching them over her head, and stared her down with mocking retribution.
“You’ll pay for that, Kelly,” he promised wickedly.
“What are you going to do, stud?” She blew him an air kiss before collapsing in giggles again as he tickled down her side.
“I surrender,” she laughed breathlessly, twisting beneath him, desperate to escape the fingers. “I promise. I promise. I surrender.”
His fingers stilled, but he didn’t move. Her eyes opened, the laughter dying on her lips at the hunger in his face. He was doing nothing to hide it now, nothing to dilute it. And it stole her breath.
“Rowdy,” she whispered his name, her heart suddenly slamming against her ribs as his gaze dropped to the buttons of her blouse.
“You were sixteen years old,” he whispered. “And all I could think about was doing this.”
His head lowered, his lips pressing to the upper swell of one breast as his tongue licked over it. Velvet flames rasped over her flesh as a shock of sensation slammed into her womb.
“And this.” His head lifted. “Open your lips for me baby, let me show you why I had to run has hard and as fast as I could run.”
He kept hold of her arms, keeping them stretched above her head, helpless beneath him, restrained as his lips lowered and stole her breath.
Heat flamed through her, ripping across nerve endings and destroying any sense of control as his lips slanted across hers in a kiss guaranteed to wipe every thought from her mind except for thoughts of him.
Kelly arched to him, a broken moan leaving her lips as his tongue laved the lower curve, slipped in to tease hers then retreated as he bestowed a series of deep, short kisses that had her begging for more.
“God, the taste of you,” he whispered before licking at her lips again. “You make me hungrier than I’ve ever been in my life, Kelly. You make me lose my mind with my need for you.”
“I can handle that,” she panted, breathless, on fire for him now. “Lose your mind some more now.”
She arched her neck as his lips slid down it, his free hand moving to the small buttons of her blouse and slowly, too slowly, pushing them through the buttonholes as his lips followed the path he was revealing.
“Oh God, Rowdy,” she moaned as his teeth raked over the sensitive chord in her neck as her blouse parted, revealing the white lace bra she had worn beneath it.
Sexy and silky, the bra was bought with Rowdy in mind during his last trip home.
“Sweet Kelly,” he groaned as his lips traveled to the valley of her br**sts, his tongue licking at the curves as he then flicked open the little closure at the front of the bra.
She was going to explode. She was going to melt. Kelly could feel the perspiration gathering on her body as tension tightened her and arousal prepared her.
“Such pretty br**sts. And sweet, sweet hard little ni**les.” His fingers pulled back the cup of her bra to reveal one swollen curve, peaked with a tight, reddened nipple. “Like perfect ripe little berries.”
When his tongue curled around the peak and drew it in his mouth, Kelly was certain she lost her mind. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids and a whimpering moan tore from her throat as he began to suckle.
It was so good it was killing her. Her head twisted against the carpet as she strained beneath him, desperate to be free as the pleasure began to tear through her body.
She didn’t just feel the draw of his mouth on that nipple, but an echo of it in the other nipple. Fingers of sensation trailed to her womb, then ricocheted to her cl*t and beyond. The slow, sweet suction erupted in pinpoints of flames throughout her body and left her gasping, nearly incoherent beneath the caress.
“God, you’re sweet.” Rough. Hoarse. The obvious hunger and need in his voice left her weak even as her nerve endings sizzled with unbearable heat.
This was what she had dreamed of, waited on. Rowdy holding her, his voice husky, his desire for her obvious in each touch, each kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she begged as he stroked his cheek over the sensitized nipple. “Not yet.” She would hate to have to kill him.
“Never,” he growled. “Not ever. But I won’t take you here.”
Before she could catch him, pull him back to her, he was on his feet and lifting her body against his. The room seemed to tilt, the world around her shaking as his lips covered hers again and his hard arms lifted her against him.
Tension radiated in the air around them as she realized the world was tilting because he was lifting her in his arms. It was shaking because he was moving quickly to the steps that led to the bedroom upstairs. Then it stilled, and only the fireworks remained as she felt the mattress beneath her back and Rowdy coming over her.
Her breath caught at the feel of his big, heavy body above her, sheltering her, protecting her. As long as Rowdy was near, then she would always be safe. And warm. Hot even.
She arched against him as he drew the blouse and the strap of her bra from one shoulder, his lips caressing her skin with heated strokes as he undressed her.
“The thought of your soft, waxed flesh has tormented me today,” he growled as he lifted her, his hands pulling the clothing from her body as her head fell back on her shoulders to allow his lips to caress her neck.
“Do you have any idea how bad I want to bury my lips between your legs?” He nipped at the rounded curve of her breast as he tossed the shirt and bra to the side and lowered her back to the mattress. “So bad, Kelly, that I stay hard thinking about the taste of you.”