RideofHerLife (3 page)

“How?
The doors are all locked.”

He stood and flipped on the table lamp, then grabbed a pair of jeans off the chair next to the bed. “I’ll pick the lock.”

“You can do that?”

“Yep.
My brother taught me when I was a teenager.”

“Some brother you have there, Kyle.”

He thought of Richard and his chest swelled with pride. “He’s in the FBI now.”

“Uh, Kyle?”

He froze.
“Yeah?”

“Stop talking and get over here.”

The woman sure did have a way with words.
“As you wish, sweetheart.”

Chapter Three

You’ve stepped in it this time
.
There’ll be no going back either.

After shutting down her laptop computer and setting it on the table beside the bed, Lily waited. What meager bravado she possessed fled for safer ground as the minutes passed. If she had the sense God gave a gnat, she’d get up, get dressed and tell Kyle she’d changed her mind. He was a good guy. He’d understand. Oh, the ride home might be a bit painful for him, but she didn’t think he’d hate her.

So, why wasn’t Lily doing what the logical side of her brain told her to do?
“Because I’m an idiot.
A complete dip.”
She looked down at her nightgown again and slumped into the pillows. “And I look like total crap. Great.”

“That’s not the way I see it.”

Lily nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the deep male voice coming from the doorway to her bedroom. Yanking the bright yellow floral sheet over her naked breasts was an automatic reaction to a man’s sudden appearance in her private domain—even if the man had been invited.

Kyle stood as if he hadn’t a care in the world, leaning against the doorjamb, a clean pair of jeans, crisp white pocket t-shirt and the same scarred boots from earlier. Her heart started to pound like a bass drum. It reminded her of the cartoons she used to watch as a kid. Bah-boom, bah-boom, bah-boom, and the beat went on.

The urge to send him packing was nearly overwhelming. The last man to see her nude was Ben, and he hadn’t been overly complimentary.
Especially at the end of their marriage.

“Hi,” Lily said, hoping she sounded calmer than she felt.

Kyle moved into the room. With each step closer, Lily’s breasts seemed to tingle and the drumbeat grew louder. She might’ve been covered by the sheet, but that didn’t mean her breasts couldn’t sense when a man as potent as Kyle Wolff was around. The darned things were like radar beacons. As if reading her thoughts, Kyle whipped his gaze straight to the needy little tips. She heard him curse.

“So pretty and so damn perfect.
I see no reason to cover them.”

The words and the heat behind them were a far cry better than Ben’s,
“If you’d have gotten implants like I suggested, then maybe I wouldn’t have had to go looking for a woman who could satisfy my needs.”
With Kyle standing in her bedroom, Lily tried to remember what she’d even seen in Ben. Sure enough Kyle was all man, while Ben had turned out to be all
weasel
.

“I don’t know the etiquette here,” she said, even while she attempted to forget the fact that Kyle was her first lover in over a year. “Should I thank you?”

He shook his head. “No, I should thank you.”

She thought of the nightgown she wore beneath the sheet.
Sex goddess…not.
“Did I mention my nightgown is butt ugly?”

Stalking ever closer, he said, “Nightgowns belong in the drawer anyway.”

Lily clutched the sheet tighter. “And sleep naked? I’d freeze to death.”

A few more steps.
“Don’t think I could keep you warm, huh?”

She rolled her eyes at that ridiculous notion. “You could keep an Eskimo warm and I think you know it.”

He crossed the few remaining feet and sat on the side of the bed, staring at her with such heat, such passion, her skin felt singed. “I only want to keep
you
warm.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “
You going
to let me warm you, Lily?”

Caught off guard, she blurted out the first thing that sprang to her mind. “It’s been a long time for me.”

“Since Ben?” he
asked,
his voice so tender it seemed to wrap around her like a warm embrace. She nodded. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”

Lily didn’t think she was sending the right signals, so she clarified. “I came to your shop because I’m attracted to you.” There, she’d said it. “Having my car fixed, that was not the sole reason I was there.”

His head cocked to the side. “You came to ask me out?”

“Yes.”

“And then I asked you instead.” He ran the back of his hand over her cheek. “And here we are.”

“Yes, here we are.” She bit her lip and looked down at the covers. “I guess what I’m saying is, this isn’t a whim, Kyle. I knew what I was doing. Thought about it, thought about you, for a while. And yes, it’s been quite some time since I’ve been intimate with a man, but I’m not sorry you’re here.”

“I’m not sorry either. Still, knowing I’m not Ben, are you going to regret this come morning?”

As an answer, Lily let the sheet drop to her lap, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. “The only thing I’d regret is if you left me right now.”

“No chance in hell of that
happening,
” Kyle murmured as he pressed his lips to hers and gave her another of those teasing kisses that stirred her blood. His head lifted and he looked her over, sending her an ornery grin.
“Seems we’re uneven.”

She frowned, not understanding his meaning until he stood and started to strip out of his tee. Little by little, he revealed sun-drenched, six-pack abs and thick
pecs
sprinkled with curls the same shade as the hair that graced his head.

“More,” she demanded, needing to see all of him.
Now.

“Take off the nightgown and I’ll take off my jeans. It’s a fair deal.”

Lily licked her lips, scared—and unbelievably turned on. Moving to her knees, she grabbed the hem of her nightgown and tugged it upward, revealing her thighs first then the white cotton panties she’d told him about earlier.

“Pretty as a picture, Lily.”

Kyle popped the button on his jeans then slid the zipper down. His heated gaze never wavered from the slow progress her nightgown made up her body. Once she pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the end of the bed, his expression changed.
Intense, edgy and ready to pounce, if Lily didn’t miss her guess.
Boxers or briefs, she wondered with fascination. When his erection sprang free, Lily had her answer.

Neither.

As she took in the sight of his thick cock and mouthwateringly hard body, Lily’s pussy throbbed.
So touchable, every incredible inch of him.
The purplish head was engorged, veins traveled the length.
Powerful, masculine and hers for the taking.
Lily’s pussy swelled, moisture trickled down her thighs. Oh God, she ached. How many times had she finger-fucked herself with his image in her head? And here he stood, gloriously naked and ready for action.

“You’re beautiful, Lily. You’re husband was a damn fool.”

Her cheeks heated at his unabashed praise. “Thank you, you’re pretty damn fine yourself.”

He smiled down at her. “Lily?”

“Yes.”

“On the phone, when I gave you an order, you obeyed.”

Lily had a feeling she knew where he was going and her engine revved to life. “Yes.”

“I want you to do it again. Will you?”

She tapped her lip, pretending to think it over. “Hmm, that depends.”

“On?”

On whether or not you’re going to ask me to stand on my head or something.”

He chuckled. “No acrobatics, I promise. All you have to do is lie down on your back and hold on to that big headboard behind you.”

Lily hesitated for real then. “I’m going to want to touch you. I’ve waited a long time for that pleasure. I won’t be denied, Kyle.”

Kyle leaned forward, cupped her chin in his palm and kissed her. This time his warm lips lingered, played. He nudged her lips apart and dipped inside, tasting, tongues dancing before slipping back out. “You’ll get to touch, I promise. But first I want to see you all spread out for me.
Pretty please?”

Yeah, like any woman could resist a request like that! “Fine,” she grumbled halfheartedly as she lay back and took hold of the headboard. “You’d better make it worth my while though.”

“
Mmm
, definitely,” he murmured as he reached down and touched a finger against her wet slit. Using one hand, Kyle pushed her legs apart and moved onto the bed between them. His gaze raked her body, stalling for a fraction of time on her widespread thighs and the juncture between. “Now that’s a beautiful sight, sweetheart.” He stroked and her pussy throbbed at the tender caress. Wiggling, desire mounting, Lily whimpered in her need to feel him deeper. Her greedy body wouldn’t be satisfied until his cock was stretching and filling.

“
Shh
, it’s okay. I want to play. You’re so soft here…” He slipped two fingers inside her and groaned. “I’m going to find every one of your hot spots. By the time I’m through you won’t want to move for a week.”

“Promises, promises,” she shot back, trying and failing to sound unaffected by his skillful strokes. “Actions speak louder than words, Kyle.”

He grazed her clitoris with his thumb. Lily moaned.
“Another challenge, huh?”

She clutched the headboard tighter, unable to speak. Besides, the words didn’t matter. Only her dark-haired lover with his talented fingers mattered, nothing else.

“So damn sweet,” he growled as he finger-fucked her. She moaned his name and arched off the bed.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers free. Lily cried out, so close to release and yet it may as well be light years away. “Please, Kyle.” To hell with dignity, she wanted to come. Now!

“You let go, Lily. That’s not allowed.
Hands back on the headboard.”

Damn, she hadn’t even been aware. Quickly, Lily did as he bid. When Kyle’s fingers resumed their pleasurable torture, thrusting deep then pulling free and thrusting again, Lily nearly came. “Son of a bitch you’re hot. So damn hot you light me on fire, baby.” Leaning down, he licked the plump underside of one breast, dragging another series of cries from her. “You fucking do it for me, Lily. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since your sexy ass came into my shop. All I want to do is fuck you.
Hard.
For maybe a day or so.”

Lily licked her lips and closed her eyes, giving herself to the currents flowing through her, lost in the words he whispered. Kyle had expertly weaved a spell around them. The man was a freaking sorcerer, no doubt about it.

“Christ, look at you,” he ground out. “I want to pound into your tight cunt. I’m going to feel all that sweet cream of yours drenching my dick.”

Her breathing increased and her temperature spiked as he continued his torment.

“Puffy, pink pussy lips.
Yum.”
His guttural words skated over her sensitized flesh. “I swear to God I want to make this last. But damn, baby, once I get inside you, I’m not going to.”

He slid down the bed and slipped his fingers out of her. Spreading her juices over and around her clit, Kyle parted her swollen labia. “I want to eat you first.”

Kyle’s lips closed around her swollen clit and sucked it into the hot cavern of his voracious mouth. Using his tongue, he teased and laved. Lily pushed her hips against his face, her pussy tightening, throbbing. The orgasm rushed over her, sending her into oblivion.

“Yes!
Oh God!”

Kyle continued to lap at her, suckling, tasting as if unquenchable. Her whimpers turned to shouts as another climax took her. Sensation after sensation bombarded her body. Holding on for dear life, Lily gripped the headboard. Kyle lashed at her with his tongue and teased her with little kisses, taking every last tremor,
every
last drop of her juice.

Lily collapsed, unable to move, her entire body humming from the bliss of release.

“So fucking good,” Kyle growled as he licked one last time. “God damn, you taste good.”

Lily felt Kyle rise then move over top of her. “Let go of the headboard, Lily, and look at me.”

Prying her fingers away, Lily opened her eyes and started up at Kyle. His sensual, talented mouth was damp from her pussy, eyes half-closed with desire. Lily couldn’t seem to pull enough oxygen into her starving lungs.

“Kyle,” she
muttered,
her voice hoarse from her cries.

He smiled and, without saying a word, moved to his knees then crawled up her body until his jutting cock and heavy balls were a mere inch from her face. Lily licked her lips, knowing without being told what he wanted. She wanted it too. He closed his hand in a tight fist around the hard flesh and stroked. Lily had about all the provocation she could take.

Closing the bare space, Lily kissed the dripping tip. She slid her gaze over his imposing body and whispered, “I’ve thought about this.
About you.
I’ve touched myself while imaging your cock in my mouth.” He started to speak, but Lily tongued the slit in the bulbous head and all that came out of him was a groan. “Are you going to let me taste your come, Kyle?” Not waiting for an answer, Lily took his cock all the way in, suckling and milking him.

“Damn, baby.” Kyle wrapped a hand around her head and held her up as she pleasured him with lips and tongue. He began to move, fucking her mouth, his hips almost out of control. His balls slapped against her chin and Lily gagged.

He pulled back instantly. “Fuck, sorry.”

Lily wasn’t. That she could make a man like Kyle lose his head, drive him so wild that he forgot to be gentle, brought a new rush of arousal to her pussy.

She reached up and squeezed his sac. Kyle cursed, his fingers pulling at her hair almost painfully. Lily nuzzled his groin, inhaling his musky scent,
then
really began to enjoy her feast. Letting her tongue travel down the hard, swollen length, she brought him to her lips and sucked his cock deep. The swollen head grazed the back of her throat. She tasted his pre-come and the salty flavor teased her taste buds. She swallowed, her throat closing snugly around his heavy dick. Kyle cursed and jerked backward, his cock slipping free of her lips. She pouted.