Honor Unraveled (18 page)

Kit shrugged. “No, but they didn’t seem to care.” He moved a step closer to her. The win he’d felt when they’d left Winchester’s and she’d revealed her jealousy was long gone, but he could play the game as well as anyone. He locked his emotions away, as he had all his life, insulating himself from the things he most wanted.

“Who’s next for you?” he asked, because, yeah, talking with her about her beaux was like digging around in his own chest with a knife.
 

Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his mouth. “Rick. Mandy has been wanting me to go out with her accountant for a while now. He’s taking me to dinner next Friday.”

Breathe
, Kit ordered himself.
Just fucking breathe. You lost her long ago.
 

Waves of her summer-fresh scent stirred around him. What was that fragrance? Cucumber? Watermelon? Sunshine after a rainstorm? He sucked it deep inside himself, held it. It was all he’d know of her anymore. And it wasn’t even his to take. Nothing of her was his. Maybe it had never been.
 

What a foolish boy he’d been, thinking he owned the sun, when she’d been his.
 

He closed his eyes, steeling himself to move on to his room. But she did the unthinkable. She lifted her hand and touched his cheek. His hands fisted at his sides. Her palm felt cool on his feverish skin. He caught her hand, pulled it down to his mouth as he opened his eyes and caught her gaze.
 

“Kit….”

He touched her chin, smoothed the pad of his thumb over her lips, blocking her words from reaching the air. His eyes never left hers as he leaned in. He craved the feel of her mouth against his. He palmed the nape of her neck, drawing her closer and pinned her hand against his heart as he kissed her.
 

Kit let go of her hand and pulled her body up against his as he ground his mouth against hers. He was aware, at some level, of her arms tightening around his neck, her knees pressing against his legs. She opened her mouth and he took what she offered. His tongue swept inside, and hers greeted him. He was breathing hard, taking long pulls of her scent into his lungs as his mouth worked hers.
 

She made a soft, mewling sound that rippled down his spine like long fingernails. Their mouths broke apart, came back together, and broke apart. He wanted to feel her upper lip, her bottom lip, her tongue. She squeezed her arms tighter about him. He slipped his hands down her back, over her bottom, lifting her thighs up, over his hips.

He couldn’t seem to get close enough to her, even with her arms and legs wrapped around him. He bore her weight easily. They were mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue.
 

And it still wasn’t enough.
 

He stepped forward, moving to her room. At her door, he lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her gaze fastened to his mouth. She leaned forward and sucked the ridge of his jaw. His cock jerked when he felt her teeth slip over him.

He stepped inside and closed the door with his heel, then set her on her feet. He leaned toward her, bracing his weight on his hands against the wall behind her in the entranceway to her room. “Iv, I’m clean….” He left that statement hanging, giving her one last chance to send him packing.

She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes studying his for a long moment before she nodded. “I am, too.”

“Tell me to leave.”

“No.”

He palmed her cheek, wondering if he was only a fill-in for the good doctor. He’d seen the way they moved on the dance floor. Looking into each other’s eyes as if they were alone out there.

He forked his hand into her hair, hiding the snarl that curled his lips behind a kiss. He’d said he’d take her any way he could have her, and if he was just a fuck to her, he’d be a fuck she’d never forget. He pulled his shirt off and watched as her eyes slipped over him. If physique mattered, he had the good doctor beat. She stroked her palms over his pecs, down over the dusky hair on his chest, brushing her hands up and over his shoulders, drawing them down his arms, learning him, his curves and strength. He could feel the heat of her breath on his chest. His nipples puckered.
 

Hell, his whole goddamned body tightened.

He reached for the bottom of her tee, his eyes meeting hers as he made sure she was okay with his pulling her shirt off. She didn’t stop him. He used both hands to draw her tee up over her torso. She lifted her arms. The shirt revealed her bare breasts.

Kit sucked in a sharp breath. This. Just goddamn. This. In all the dark nights, in all the lonely days. Her body was everything he’d remembered. It was better than his memories because she was real, with him now, in the flesh. He tentatively palmed a breast. Maybe this was another dream. Another wish. Another way his mind tortured himself. She would disappear when he touched her.

But she didn’t disappear. He felt her nipple pebble against his palm. He tightened his fingers on the soft mound of her breast. He lifted his other hand to palm her other breast.

Blood was pounding in his cock. He wanted her with a ferocity he’d never felt for another woman. He wanted fast, and he wanted slow.
 

He wanted forever.

But all he could have was this one time.

He was not going to rush it.

He lifted his gaze to hers. Soon he’d not be able to go easy. But before his control broke, he wanted to show her with his mouth, his hands, and his body what she meant to him.
 

He bent and lifted her with a hand under her thighs as he carried her deeper into her room. Kneeling on her bed, he laid her down. She settled against the mattress, watching him, soft and open. He touched her cheek, then slowly pulled his fingers down her neck, down her chest, over her ribs, stopping at the cinched waist of her loose, knit shorts.

He pulled the tie free, then she lifted up, arching her hips as he tugged the shorts down her legs. He stepped back so she could shut her legs as he pulled them all the way off her.
 

A narrow band of pink panties stretched around her hips, hiding her secret, feminine places from him. Her thighs were long and lean, soft beyond description. Fascinated, he ran a hand over her skin. His skin was darker than her skin, rough against it.

He leaned forward. Slipping a hand beneath her, he pressed his face into her stomach. He held himself still, trying to regain some of his composure before he jumped her like a fucking high schooler. Which was all he’d been when they were last together.

He sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to untie his boots and rip off his socks. He felt Ivy move on the bed. She crawled over to him, wrapped her arms around his chest. He held still, afraid even to breathe, as her face pressed against his back. Her hands found his pecs and then his nipples, which she squeezed, gently. He looked down at her hands as she raked her nails over his skin. Gentle and hard. The hairs lifted on his arms.

She kissed his neck, nipped at him. She leaned against him, then slid her hands down his arms as she leaned forward to torture him with her breasts against his back. She reached around and unfastened his jeans. His cock was so swollen, it poked above the waistband of his boxer briefs.

She sucked in a harsh breath as she gripped his erection. Kit spread his legs and pushed himself against her hand. He reached into his back pocket and took a rubber packet from his wallet. Pulling free of her hands, he stood and pushed his jeans and underwear down his legs. When he straightened, his cock was thick and stood straight out. He ripped into the packet, wanting to get himself covered before things went any further.
 

She reached over and pulled the rubber from his hand, smiling up at him as she shook her head. “Not yet.”

She wrapped her slim fingers around him. God, he was on fire. She gripped the base of his cock, then slipped off the bed and knelt between him and the bed. He braced his legs. “Iv—I’m too close.”

She licked the long underside of his rigid penis. Oh, yeah. He was done warning her. He pumped himself into her hand, bumping against her mouth. “Take me, Ivy.” She looked up, watching him as she guided him into her mouth. He clenched his teeth as he looked down at her, watching her work his turgid flesh. Her grip tightened and released and tightened around the base of his penis as she mouthed the sensitive head.
 

“Suck me. Harder.” He pumped into her mouth, afraid to hurt her even as he wanted to feel himself deep in her throat. He put his hands on her head, palming her skull so he could help aim her mouth, could hold her tighter against himself. It wasn’t enough. Jesus, the mother of all orgasms was coiling up at the base of his penis, fisting his balls, bucking to be free.

He gripped one of his balls, squeezing it against his cock as he tried to shove all of him into her mouth. And then his release punched forward. She wrapped her arms around his hips, holding him deep in her throat as he came. He released in rapid waves. She took him, sucked him as he jerked into her mouth.
 

When he was finished, he eased himself from her mouth. She licked her lips. Her eyes had gone black. He knelt in front of her and captured her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheek, her lips.
 

“Wait here.” He went into her bathroom and returned with a cup of cold water. “Drink this.” He held the cup to her mouth.

She watched him as she drank. When she pushed the cup away, he drank what she left, then set the cup on her nightstand. He reached down for her hands and drew her to her feet, then pushed her back into the mattress. Her black hair fanned out over the quilt. Her skin looked pale, like white jade. He knelt over her, bracing himself on one hand as he drew his other hand over her body, remembering her curves. She was lean and fit, curvier than he remembered. As a boy, he’d known a girl’s body, but now a woman was spread out beneath him. He stretched out on top of her naked body. A series of shivers ripped through him as his skin met hers.

The lamp on one of her nightstands was on its dimmest setting, throwing little more than a warm glow into the room. He kissed her mouth, stroking her tongue with his. His teeth gently raked her lower lip. He met her gaze, held it while he kissed her chin. He nuzzled her neck. Kneeing her legs apart, he settled himself between them, seating his thickening cock in the cradle of her legs. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he let his mouth wander over the curves of her chest, kissing across the upper hills of her breasts, then nuzzling the sensitive undersides.

She reached down and spread her fingers over his short hair. He gripped a breast and latched onto her nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue. She arched into him. He moved his attention to her other breast, sucking, teasing. Her body was bucking up against his. He kissed her ribs, the soft flesh above her navel, as he moved farther down her body.

He flicked his tongue in a swirl around her belly button. He moved lower until he knelt on the floor at her knees. He hooked his fingers in the top of her panties, but before he pulled them down, he leaned over and kissed inside her thigh. Opening his mouth, he dragged his teeth over her soft skin. When she sucked in a sharp breath, he straightened and pulled her panties down her thighs and off her legs, revealing a small, dark triangle of soft, curly hair.

He kissed his way up her other thigh, slipping his arms under her legs, lifting them up over his shoulders, spreading her for his consumption. His mouth watered at the thought of what he was about to taste. He eased his thumb between her nether lips. God, she was wet. She lifted up to her elbows so she could watch him. He held her gaze as he slipped a finger inside her. Two fingers. Her lips parted. She bucked against him reflexively when he thumbed her clit. He smiled, then leaned in to stroke that sensitive place with his tongue. He heard the hissed breath she sucked in, but he didn’t look up.
 

His fingers pumped into her as he licked and sucked and tormented her with his tongue. Her hips were lifting and pressing into his face as her legs tightened on his shoulders. He held her hip down with one hand, keeping her in place. She gripped fistfuls of the quilt. He could feel the tension in her body, feel her priming for an explosion. Her breath came in fast, short gasps. Her heels dug into his back when her orgasm broke free. She cried out. He sucked her clitoris as her release rolled through her. He could feel tension thickening his cock as her orgasm played out.

When she settled back on the quilt, a red flush colored her upper chest and neck. He reached for the rubber and slipped it over himself, then guided himself into her. Christ, she was tight and slick. He rocked forward, inching deeper. She gripped his back pulling him down on top of her. Kit watched her as he rocked over her. He fingered a lock of her hair, drawing it forward, smoothing it in front of her shoulder.

He bent his head, pressing his cheek next to hers as his mind stored away the feel of his body against hers, skin on skin. His body was hard where hers was soft. Even joined, they weren’t close enough. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as his cock filled her.
 

He rolled them over, shifting so she was on top. He touched her face. Three little words spilled into his mouth, took on a life of their own as they bucked against his clenched teeth, fighting for the freedom to be heard. She wouldn’t be glad to hear them. She’d made it clear she didn’t feel what he did. She wanted this, nothing more.