Private Parts

There was just something about the way he looked at her. Allowed her to take control.

She broke their kiss and leaned back to tug his shirt from the waist of his slacks before hauling it up and over his head, releasing him from his temporary restraint. His gaze was solidly on her breasts as she worked and she couldn’t help smiling at his fascination with such a basic part of the female anatomy. Her anatomy.

She tucked her fingers inside the waist of his slacks. He drew in a deep breath. She might have believed he’d done it in order to make room for her. But in Troy’s case, she suspected it was born of genuine surprise. Maybe not so much at her actions, but at his own reaction.

A sweep of her thumb opened the fastener and a tug brought the zipper down. He wore simple white briefs. No designer label that she could make out.

There was nothing simple, however, about the erection that sought freedom from the material.

She briefly lost her breath as she reached inside the front of his briefs, taking the length of him in her hand. Like the man himself, his penis was thick and hard and intense, the purple head looking somehow angry at having been caught off guard.

She stood back up and shrugged out of her robe, glad to be rid of it, having moved far beyond any seductive acts. She helped Troy out of the last of his clothing until he was a chiseled, breathing Greek god against the bed, every inch of him ripped and corded and bulging with life.

He grasped her hand and hauled her down on top of him. A destination she was all too willing to visit.

His skin was deliciously hot against hers, his hands probing and insistent. Gone was the awkwardness of earlier, replaced by curious exploration. She discovered that his inner thighs were particularly sensitive to her touch, while he learned that nuzzling the nape of her neck melted her bones.

He raised her hands above her head and then rolled her over, visually sweeping her body.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

She smiled. “Can we—um—save the commentary for later?”

His chuckle was low and sensual. “Not exactly modest, are you?”

She spread her legs wide. “Depends on what you consider modest …”

She watched as his expression darkened. She predicted he’d grab her hips and thrust deep inside her, which was exactly where she wanted him. Instead, he covered her womanhood with the span of his hand and gently squeezed.

Kendall nearly climaxed right then and there at the unexpectedness of the move.

She stretched her neck and restlessly ran her tongue along her lips as he stroked her.

So … so … nice …

When she felt his mouth against her clit, she nearly levitated from the bed.

Oh … yes …

In her cotton-stuffed brain, she couldn’t recall the last time a guy had gone down on her. Everything was usually so rushed … so destination oriented. There never seemed to be time for more than brief foreplay.

But Troy …

He spread her swollen flesh wide and blew on her.

Troy seemed determined to prove himself better than the rest.

He took her stiff bud into his mouth again and applied suction.

And the gathering heat in Kendall’s belly exploded …

FOR A WOMAN AS EXPERIENCED as Kendall appeared, she was amazingly responsive to his simple attempt to give her pleasure.

Troy wanted nothing more than to slide up her body and enter her then and there, to stake his claim on her, but he forced himself to stay where he was, leisurely lapping at her sensitive folds even as he inserted his index and middle fingers into her. Her slick muscles instantly gave way and then contracted around him, rippling evidence of her orgasm as he readied her for the next step in his own game of seduction.

To him, sex had never been about the end result; it was about savoring every last moment of the intimate connection. Whatever else might be said about him, it was widely accepted that he gave of himself one hundred percent in whatever he did.

And now his attention was focused solely on Kendall Banks.

When he suspected she was near climax again, he slowly withdrew his fingers, much to her consternation as she gave a small whimper and tried to close her thighs to keep him there. He smiled as he held her hips down with his hands and licked a trail up her trembling stomach, drawing damp circles around her breasts and suckling her pale nipples. She smelled of peaches and cream. Exactly how he might have imagined she would smell.

Finally, he was kissing her again. And found himself falling into the sensual heat of her mouth. He reached for the foil packet he’d taken out of his pocket before Kendall had stripped his pants from him and sheathed himself.

She immediately strained up against him, seeking relief. Instead, he ran the length of his erection down her dripping channel and back again, and then left it sandwiched between her swollen flesh, refusing her the joining she sought.

She made a small noise of disappointment and frustration and he kissed her deeply, smoothing her golden hair back from her face.

“Shh …” he said, appreciating the feel of her soft body under his even as she writhed in restless need.

He kissed her right eyebrow. Then her left. Drew his lips along the bridge of her nose, then bypassed her mouth for her chin. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to relax. Still.

Better. Much better.

He nudged her thighs farther apart with his knee and then reached between them, caressing her before parting her flesh.

Then—finally—he entered her, sinking in to the hilt in one long, shudder-inducing stroke.

Her breath came out in a long rush. She curved her heels around his calves, taking him all in, her pupils large in her green, green eyes.

He kissed her full on the mouth. Only when he had her complete attention did he begin moving again.

A low moan emitted from her elegant throat, nearly taking whatever tenuous control he asserted over himself with it. He froze, listening to the thud-thud of his heartbeat, relishing every last sweet sensation of her, him and how it felt to be joined together.

Then he sank into her again.

“God … oh, God …” she whispered. “That feels so … good.”

And it did. Having Kendall under him, around him, holding him was unlike anything he had imagined. And he’d done a lot of imagining over the past few days.

This … this magnificent reality … far surpassed anything he’d been able to conjure.

And that was saying a lot.

As he felt himself growing nearer his crisis, he worked his hand between their bodies, smoothing his palm down over her belly, seeking, searching, until finally his fingers rested in her damp curls, finding his destination.

Kendall gasped and her body grabbed him tightly.

Then, and only then, did he allow himself to let go …

More!

The word echoed through Kendall’s mind as she fought to catch her breath.

“That … was … incredible …” she murmured, staring unseeingly at the wall opposite her. She shifted her gaze to stare into Troy’s face as he lifted to his hands. So intense. So damn hot.

She smiled, the deep embers burning in her veins fanning back into flames. She gently hit his arms near the elbows, causing his arms to collapse and then rolled him over, the bed springs groaning as she straddled him.

Mmm … yes. That was more like it.

The expression of surprise and chagrin he wore was nearly her undoing as she leaned over to kiss him.

“What, you didn’t think we were done, did you?”

He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. So she kissed him again. She discovered she was at risk of sliding over the side of the bed.

“Scoot up,” she whispered.

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