She raised an eyebrow. “You’d break your promise?”
His hands slid around front, moving over the thin satin of her bra. “You know you want me to break that promise as much as I do.” When her ni**les tightened in response to his touch, a satisfied look flashed in his eyes.
Rylann still said nothing.
Kyle paused with his hands cupping her br**sts. “You’re serious?”
She nodded, fighting back a smile when he sighed dramatically and removed his hands from her chest.
“Now…where were we?” she asked coyly. “I think somewhere right about here.” When she brushed her lips over his, he was ready for her, taking her mouth in a bold, searing kiss that left her body hot everywhere. As his tongue swept around hers, she sighed softly and pressed her chest against his. She felt his hand at her cheek as he tried to take control once more, then smiled when he swore under his breath and gripped the wooden arm of the chair instead.
“I think I like this,” Rylann said when she pulled back.
His eyes burned into hers. “Ask me to touch you. Trust me, I’ll do all sorts of things you like even more than this.”
“Hmm. I’ll take your recommendation under advisement.” But for now, she was having too much fun being in the driver’s seat. She unbuttoned his shirt, taking her time as she worked her way down. She pushed it open and slid her hands across his chest, exploring the hard, defined planes of his muscles. “Did you lift weights a lot in prison?”
“Every day.”
She suddenly caught herself wondering whether she was the first person Kyle had been with after his release, then decided she really didn’t want to know the answer to that. The idea of him with someone else, with another woman who’d touched him just like this, made her far more jealous than she wanted to admit.
Careful, Pierce.
She pushed the thoughts aside—what mattered now was that he was here tonight. And she planned to enjoy every lean, hard inch of him.
She leaned forward and kissed his neck, hearing the deep rumble of pleasure in his chest. She could feel his thick erection between her legs, and ever so slowly she began rocking against him.
“You’re killing me here, Rylann,” he said in a raspy voice.
Exactly her plan. But not here, out on her balcony, in this chair that was far too confining. “Come with me.” She stood up and took him by the hand, leading him through the screen door and into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and was about to tell him to join her when he stepped between her legs and swooped down to take her mouth in a scorching-hot kiss. With his hands braced on the bed on either side of her, she fell back onto her elbows and gasped when he rubbed his hard shaft between her legs.
“You never said no mouths,” he said slyly. “Why don’t you take off those jeans and spread your legs so I can lick you until you scream?”
She moaned when his erection rubbed against just the right spot. “That’s cheating.”
With a chuckle, he stood up and pulled off his shirt. All of the rest of his clothes quickly followed, then he climbed onto her bed and stretched out, fully naked and erect. He folded his hands behind his head and watched her. “What do you plan to do with me now?”
A challenge. Rylann pushed off her elbows and stood up, undressing down to her bra and panties. Then she climbed back onto the bed and straddled him once again. “I have a few ideas.” While holding his gaze, she licked her lips.
His eyes instantly turned a deep, smoldering blue. “Counselor…I really like where you’re going with this.”
KYLE FELT THE heat coiling in his abdomen as Rylann shifted lower and settled between his legs. Christ, he wanted this—she’d been driving him crazy with her no-hands rule ever since she’d first kissed him.
And when she licked his inner thigh, he knew the madness was far from over.
Propped up on pillows, his hands behind his head, since he’d promised he wouldn’t touch her, he watched as her long raven hair fell forward, blocking his view of her. “Move your hair out of the way,” he said huskily. “I want to watch when you take me in your mouth.”
Her look was coy as she sat up and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. Then she reached back, unhooked her bra, and tossed it on the floor.
Kyle gazed at her, aching to feel those rosy-tipped br**sts in his hands, to run his tongue over her tight, peaked ni**les. “Rylann. Come here.”
She shook her head no. Instead, she wrapped her hand around his c**k and slowly stroked him, up and down. “So smooth,” she said. She shifted her body and licked the head while holding his gaze.
Fuck. He was throbbing already, and she’d barely started. “Deeper, baby,” he said in a guttural voice. “Wrap those saucy lips around me.”
She slid the head between her lips and sucked lightly, then, inch by delicious inch, took him farther into her warm, luscious mouth.
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Just like that, Rylann,” he moaned. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her hair, to palm her head and guide her up and down. But all he could do was watch as she subjected him to the sweetest torture imaginable, licking, sucking, and stroking him with her mouth and hands until he was rocking his hips, thrusting gently into her mouth and dangerously close to exploding.
“Come up here,” he said in a gravelly voice.
She released him, trailing her mouth along his skin all the way up and brushing her br**sts against his chest. “Did you bring a condom?”