Blue Moon (5 page)

Lying on his belly between her thighs, his palms cupping her ass, he raised her hips. Eyes on hers, his gaze was hot, hungry. With slow, long licks that caressed and burned, he then stabbed his tongue deep inside her, and growled. The vibration shimmied through her, waking every nerve ending. She wanted to beg for more—much more. A deeper stroke and she writhed beneath him, wanting to scream with pleasure. Yet it was a whimper that pushed past her lips.

“Kyle,” she cried.

Oh God. Did he have any idea how good this felt?

His tongue circled her clit, again and again, setting off flickering flames of fire that tightened her body with an intensity that almost made her toes curl. Widening her thighs, Sam reached down and fisted his hair, pushing her pussy hard against his mouth, seeking the right spot that would ignite her, send her soaring.

Through an inebriated haze, she knew this madness had to end. Instead of hearing the words “no” and “stop” come from her mouth, “Please, Kyle” burst forth. Her skin tingled, matching the currents of pleasure building like a storm inside her, a whirling mass of sensations that threatened to consume her.

“I’m not rushing this, baby. I’ve waited too long.” The hum of his voice against her flesh sent quivers of delight throughout her. “I love you, Sam.”

Unanticipated emotion rolled like a thundercloud to the surface.
No. Not now
. Inhaling, she turned her head away.
I love you too
, echoed through her mind. Before reality could take hold of her and steal the moment, he blew warm air over her dampness.

“Yes,” Sam moaned, inwardly struggling between right and wrong.

Any thoughts of denying the pleasure Kyle offered disappeared when he took her clit between his lips, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth. Relentlessly, his tongue soothed and teased, building her arousal until all she could think about was that moment of sweet, sweet completion. The coil inside her wound tighter with each of his caresses. But it was his teeth adding just enough pleasure-pain that pushed her even closer to the edge.

Shaking and crying out raggedly for more, Sam raised her hips again, releasing a wave of her slick juices. He growled and sucked harder, long drinking pulls that sent her mind spinning and forced her eyes closed as a blazing ball of heat burst inside her.

An earth-shattering cry followed.

Hot streaks of lightning whipped through her, jerking her body with each lash. It was as if someone had set off a hundred rockets inside her. Stars burst and the sky opened up and swallowed her.

When her senses returned, Kyle’s hardness nudged her entrance. She blinked open her eyes as he pressed his lower half against hers. The warm weight of him was something she had missed, but—

He entered her with a savage thrust.

Ohhh… Ahhh… Yes.

This was what she had really missed. Big. Thick. His firm erection was almost too much for her to take, but that had always been the thrill.

His gaze burned into hers. “Fuck,” he groaned, low and strained. “So tight.”

Sam was as lost for words as he. Clutching his muscular biceps, she dug her fingernails into his skin, leaving crescent moons in their wake. The tension in his face made her wrap her legs around his hips, hips that moved with strong, steady thrusts. Stretching. Driving her again into pleasure she wished never to leave.

Every place inside her felt alive, raw and sensitive. With each caress of his cock, he stroked her nerve endings, taking her higher and higher.

When her eyelids drifted down, he growled. “Look at me.”

A piercing stab that bounced off the mouth of her cervix made her eyes gape.

“Mine. Forever.” Harshness edged his voice, as if saying the words would make the fact true. Over and over, he thrust slow and easy, and then fast and hard. He penetrated her with a ruthlessness that felt as if he marked her—his.

“Oh God.” Her grasp on his arms grew taut. “Kyle.”

“Let it go, baby.” He lowered his chest so that they were skin to skin, and then took her mouth in a drugging kiss. He captured her cry as she splintered apart in his arms.

Through an ocean of sensations, Sam felt Kyle’s cock throb deep inside her. He threw back his head and trembled. Suddenly he stilled. Every muscle was taut beneath her palms. His expression almost painful, he moaned her name as wet warmth filled her.

Each jerk of his shaft triggered deeper, more spellbinding contractions that thickened and shortened the walls of her sex. Someone cried out and she wasn’t sure whether it was her or Kyle. As they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, his heartbeat blended into hers, the beat a fast, steady echo. Their bodies pulsed in unison. Another cry rose and this time she was sure it was hers.

Before the last ember died, Kyle rolled off her, gathering her into his embrace. And then his mouth was upon hers again. Tender kisses she remembered had once made her feel loved and cherished. Butterfly caresses he always used to seduce and enchant brought back precious moments when Kyle was hers and life was good.

Sated. The first contentment she had felt in two years covered her like a soft, familiar blanket.

Eyelids drifting downward rose and fell again. Sam was tired. So very, very tired. Even as she fought the inevitable,
Something I should do
waltzed through her head. Mentally reaching for the answer was futile. The more she tried to grasp it, the farther the thought moved away.
Something
.

Floating just above unconsciousness, she felt the warmth of Kyle’s mouth against the hollow of her shoulder. His light touch smoothed up her throat, along her jawline.

“I love you,” he breathed against her lips.

“Love too,” she mumbled as sleep tugged her into its arms.

For a moment, Kyle allowed himself to bask in the aftermath of their loving. It had been like old times but better. There were slight changes in Sam, such as the shaved pussy. Reaching between them, he caressed the silky smooth skin. His cock jerked alive, while a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. Tenderly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Did she have someone new in Phoenix? According to Brad, Sam dodged the subject every time Jennifer inquired about a special someone. It worried him thinking about her being alone, but the alternative would have killed him.

Kyle thought of Jennifer, his only link to Sam over these past years. He owed her everything. The little tidbits she supplied Brad, and then his friend relaying the news to him, was the only thing that kept him sane.

Sam was working for a large aerospace company. Something she had said she would never do. She enjoyed adventure, taking chances. A busy corporation would kill her enthusiasm. Had it already accomplished distinguishing the fire inside her? Did she long to come back and join him and Brad?

“My angel sleeps,” he whispered.

Her sweet lips were partially open. Her chest rising and falling with each soft breath. Watching her was his greatest pleasure. She was so full of life. Even in her slumber, thoughts and emotions ran rampant across her face. Sam frowned, her brows pulling together, as if she dreamt of something distasteful. With a fingertip he stroked the perfectly plucked brows until she slept peacefully again.

Cuddling nearer, he wasn’t surprised when she turned into him and threw a slender leg over his. For a small thing she had always moved around the bed. In the past, he had woken with her lying atop him more than a time or two. Each time it had evolved into a loving that made facing the day worthwhile.

“Kyle,” she murmured.

“Yes, baby?”

No response was forthcoming. Instead, she just scooted closer until she had him lying on his back, her hips diagonally draping his. A quiet chuckle eased from his lips as he tried not to wake her. She hadn’t changed. The position, though, had possibilities. He traced a finger down her spine, before he cupped the cheek of her ass. As he drew a path along the cleft of those beautiful mounds, he thought about San Diego, the beach, and the night he had christened her rosebud.

A shiver of ecstasy slid across his flesh, raising goose bumps and his cock. The wayward thing pressed hard into Sam’s belly. The last thing he wanted was to wake her.

What if she regretted their evening together?

That alone was enough to shrivel his dick. Would all hell break loose come tomorrow? Would there be awkwardness between them when she woke beside him? Because that was where she would be come morning.

Sam released a sorrowful whimper. Her arms flailed until she crammed them beneath a pillow, raised her head and slammed it against the fluffy feathers. Kyle gently rubbed her back, needing to chase all her bad dreams away.

Would she agree to marry him after tonight or would she turn tail and run away again? Then there was the other rising issue. Neither of them had used protection, unless she was on the pill. If he knew Sam, there was a good chance she wasn’t.

The thought of a child, their child, growing in her belly sent chills across his arms. A little girl with blonde ringlets and deep blue eyes, or a son with dark hair and a mischievous attitude.

Kyle was still smiling when sleep brushed over him.

Chapter Five

Wakefulness came with a price.

Sam’s temples throbbed. Her head felt as if it would explode at any moment. Smacking her lips, she badly needed a drink of something. Her mouth was so dry she doubted a gallon of water could satisfy her.

What the hell happened last night?

She squinted. Before the ray of sunlight spearing through the slit in her bedroom curtains could blind her, she pinched her eyelids closed. In the quiet darkness that followed it felt as if the room was spinning. But it couldn’t be. She lay flat on her stomach. Her face buried in a pillow. What she couldn’t quite make out was what was she lying on. While she mentally shook off the lingering effects of slumber, she squirmed against the hard and unyielding object, seeking comfort.

“Baby, if you keep moving like that I swear I’ll roll you over and have my way with you again.” The deep, sultry voice made the air in her lungs freeze.

No. No. No
. Please let her be asleep, caught in some horrible dream like all the others that plagued her night after night.

Better judgment told her to remain silent, but she wasn’t one to follow her own advice. “Kyle?” she croaked.

A warm palm slid across her back and grasped an ass cheek, squeezing, and
something
stirred beneath her.

The action sent her hormones screaming. This was not a dream. It was real. Kyle was real. That
something
growing larger beneath her was real. Really. Really. Real. Gauging by the way his hips shifted and that
something
sinfully wedged itself between her thighs—her bare thighs to be exact—she was in trouble. In fact, she wore not a stitch of clothes and neither did he.

“Who’d you think it was?” His familiar chuckle sent a sense of dread slamming into the excitement her wayward body was hell-bent on experiencing.

With lightning speed, her pulse jumped and raced. Sam swallowed, but the cottony taste lingered, refusing to get past the golf ball-size knot in her throat. Afraid to open her eyes, she fought desperately to dismiss the obvious.

She did
not
sleep with Kyle last night. Her body was
not
warring with her mind to widen her legs. And the throb in her nipples was
not
a sign that she wanted him.

Scattered snippets of the night floated aimlessly in her head, but try as she might portions of the night remained missing, like how she got to her room. Then her dance, her conversation with Troy popped into her head.

Sam groaned aloud.

“You okay, Sam?” His large hand smoothed up her back, brushing away her hair as his fingertips danced across her skin. “Can I get you anything? A drink?”

Nooo… No more to drink.

A gun might be a better choice, because she couldn’t bear to open her eyes and face the mess she’d created. A shiver slithered across her skin. Was this how Kyle had felt that night? Had he really been too intoxicated to recognize the difference between her and Cathy? Her stomach rolled.

“Baby?”

“Please don’t call me that.” Inhaling a shaky breath, she opened her eyes, turned and stared directly into his crystal blue ones. His tousled hair, the sly, seductive smirk on his face, made her pause, but not for long. “This was a mistake.” She should have spoken to Cathy last night. Should have discovered the truth, before she let anything like this happen.

His hand tensed against her skin. His grin died a quick death. “The hell it was.” Several worry lines furrowed his forehead. “I wanted you. You wanted me.”

“I was drunk.” It was a poor excuse and she knew it the minute the stupid words left her mouth.

Kyle’s brows shot up so quickly they almost touched his hairline. “So drunk you don’t remember what happened? What? You have five, six, maybe seven glasses of champagne?”

Sam stopped counting after five.

He flashed her one of those how’s-it-feel-to-be-in-my-shoes looks. “You know, Sam, I had a hell of a lot more to drink that night.”

Both of them knew exactly what night he spoke of. And yes, she wanted to believe him, but first she had to speak with her sister.

Careful not to touch him any more than she had to, she climbed off his decadent body and the bed, dragging a pillow along with her. Using it like a shield before her, she inched her chin higher.

“You should leave, Kyle.”

“No. Please.” Muscles bunched, rippled beneath his sun-kissed skin as he moved across the bed and stood before her. “Sam, don’t push me away. Forget the past. Look at what we could have together.”

We would be married. Maybe even have a child.

His words rang in her ears. Of all the things for her to remember from their night together. The sob building in her throat nearly undid her. It didn’t help that the room smelled musky of sex, their coupling. Squeezing her lips together, an attempt to keep her emotions at bay, she shook her head.

“I can’t. Every time I close my eyes I see you with her,” she admitted. “I don’t want to live with that memory in my head each time I look at you.”