The Heart's Game (The Kelly Brothers, Book 4) (2 page)

He reached up to tuck her hair behind her air, and her breath hitched. His touch was gentle, and yet set every inch of her on edge.

He grew serious, his attention fully focused on her face. “You’re something else, Jenny.”

“Meaning?”

“Just that. It’s not often I meet an attractive woman who can quote
Next Gen
and give me the episode number it came from.”

She gave him a nervous laugh and tried to look away, but his fingers ran along her jaw and guided her gaze back to him. “What can I say? I’m a geek.”

“A very sexy geek.” He closed the space between them by brushing his lips against hers.

The logical side of her brain tried to classify the kiss. It started out soft and respectful, more of an attempt to gauge how receptive she’d be. When she didn’t pull away, the pressure became firmer. He was no longer seeking permission. He was seeking more.

And then all logic flew out the window as her baser instincts seized control. She parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Warmth flooded her veins, and a haze of lust blurred her vision. This wasn’t a virginal geek hoping to get lucky. This was a man who knew how to make a woman swoon with his tongue.

Jenny yielded even further to him, sliding off the bar stool and into his arms. The heat from his fingers penetrated her costume, practically branding her back through the thin cotton. She grew bolder, sliding her tongue into his mouth and taking her time exploring it while she slipped her hands under his coat and ran them over the hard planes of his chest.

A strangled growl rose from his throat, and he pulled away, as breathless as she was. “We’d better take this somewhere else before we make a spectacle of ourselves.”

“Agreed.” But that didn’t mean she had to move away. If anything, it made her move that much closer to him, pressing her body against him while he hastily paid the check.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked, his voice raw with need.

“I don’t care, as long as we’re not interrupted.”

“My room, then.” Dan took her hand and led her to the elevator.

Common sense made one final effort to stop her, warning her that he could be taking her up to his room to murder her or remove both her kidneys for the black market or a hundred other urban myths, but she easily suppressed it when she saw the bulge in his pants. This was good, old-fashioned lust at its finest. With any luck, in an hour, she’d be heading back to her room to sleep off one hell of a sex hangover.

Once the elevator doors closed, he pulled her back into his arms for one more searing kiss that made her toes curl. This was what she’d needed tonight. Even if the sex was subpar, she’d experienced enough heat and passion to remind her she was more than just a uterus.

As the kiss ended, she noticed something hard pressing into her thigh. “What is that?”

Dan gave her a sheepish smile and pulled out a red piece of plastic. “My lucky die. I never leave home without it.”

Hot bod, awesome kisser, and a table-top player, too? Dan was everything she could’ve asked for in a man. She stood on her toes to deliver a kiss that let him know in no uncertain terms how aroused she was, ending it as the elevator dinged. “Now that’s sexy.”

“You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”

She grazed her fingers across the front of his pants. “I have a pretty good idea.”

His room was only a few yards away, and she was back in his arms again. Behind closed doors, he didn’t hold back. His hands were everywhere. Her ass, her breasts, her neck. She took a cue from him and shoved his coat off his shoulders before working at his belt next. They both had the same objective, and it involved getting naked as quickly as possible.

Dan found the snaps holding her costume together and had it over her head in a flash. He leaned in to sample her newly exposed flesh, but froze. He pulled out the condoms she’d tucked under her bra strap and held them up, one brow raised in a questioning manner.

Jenny crossed her arms across her bare stomach. “A good Sailor Scout is always prepared.”

“My God, you’re my dream woman.”

The glow from his words turned into a raging inferno as he lifted her up into his arms for another kiss and carried her to the bed. A sharp tug on her wig left it in a jade green pool on the floor just before he laid her down on the mattress. Thirty seconds later, he’d stripped down to his underwear and joined her.

But as quickly as he’d removed the main parts of their costumes, he slowed down and took his time removing her gloves and boots. He seemed to want to taste and explore every inch of skin he uncovered. It was quite different than what she’d imagined would happen tonight. She’d pictured picking up some stranger for a quickie in a bathroom stall, not a leisurely love-making session. A mixture of impatience and appreciation rolled through her, for as much as she enjoyed his lavish attention, her body screamed for release.

It wasn’t until he got to unhooking her bra that a brief moment of panic rushed through her. She tensed, and he paused to lift his head.

“Is something wrong, Jenny?”

Self-conscious shyness tempered her arousal. “It’s just that I—I mean, the bra is a bit of an enhancer and I didn’t want you to be disappointed and—”

He silenced her by covering her mouth with his, kissing her until her fears were forgotten. “Do you think I’d be any less turned on than I am now?”

She looked into his eyes and the desire simmering in them as he stared at her face. He wanted her, not her enhanced cleavage. A strange sensation bloomed inside her, one she’d never experienced outside the computer lab.

Confidence.

And it gave her the gumption to say, “Just hurry up and get inside me already.”

“Gladly.” He finished with her bra, and then followed by removing her panties before yanking off his boxers and unwrapping one of the condoms she’d brought. He settled his weight over her, the tip of his cock at the entrance of her sex. “Do you want it fast or slow?”

“I don’t care. I just want you.” She raised her hips and dug her fingers into his shoulders, fighting the urge to flip him onto his back and take control.

He chuckled and slowly slid into her.

Jenny drew in a sharp breath. He was long and thick, so much bigger than her previous lovers, and she was grateful he gave her enough time to accommodate him rather than slamming into her all at once.

“Let me know when you’re ready for me to continue,” he murmured, his expression tight with control.

The stretching burn faded, and she nodded her head.

A flicker of worry crossed his face. “First time?”

A full-bodied flush rose from her toes into her face. She shook her head. “No, I’m just not used to men as big as you.”

He gave her a cheeky grin. “I’ll still be gentle with you.”

“Don’t.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to go deeper. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

“As you wish.” He pulled back and slid into her again, increasing the tempo until he found a rhythm they both enjoyed.

Jenny followed his movements, her body rising to meet his in an instinctual dance known only to lovers. She ran her hands over the corded muscles of his back as they flexed and twisted with each thrust. She indulged in long, leisurely kisses that tasted faintly of whiskey and desire. She gasped every time his cock hit the sensitive spot inside her that sent an electric sizzle through her blood.

And she never felt more alive.

If this was her punishment for unleashing her inner bad girl, she’d gladly accept it.

Dan’s strokes became faster, more erratic. It was a startling contrast with the ever-increasing tension coiling inside her. Her muscles stiffened. Her breaths grew sharp and shallow. Her pulse pounded in her ears. And then everything collapsed in a rush that hit her harder than a dozen shots of a hundred and fifty proof liquor.

For years, she’d heard of the elusive female orgasm, but she’d never experienced one without the aid of a vibrator until now.
Explosive
was the only word she could use to describe it. Pleasure shot through her body with the force of jumping into warp five speed, followed by waves of smaller aftershocks. Her vision turned white. Her hearing dulled, but her other senses grew sharper. She could actually smell the seductive tang of arousal in the air and taste it when Dan gave her one final kiss before plunging into her and crying out her name. His cock throbbed inside her as he came, prolonging her own release until she was left in a dreamlike state of bliss.

She had no idea how much time passed, but when she came around, Dan’s head was resting on her chest, his breaths still ragged. Her legs were tangled with his, and when she pressed her lips to his forehead, she tasted the salt of his sweat. A hum of satisfaction rose from her throat, and Dan lifted his head.

“Enjoy that?”

“Um-hm.” She raked her fingers through his hair and bit her bottom lip. “Hopefully, I can stick around for seconds.”

His eyes crinkled from his smile. “I’d like that.”

“Good, because what happens at Comic-Con, stays at Comic-Con, and I intend to enjoy every second of it.”

“Then I’ll do my best to ensure that you do.” His grin widened, and he leaned forward to kiss her once again.

***

The warm body beside him shifted, then vanished. Dan cracked open one eye to spy a slender figure moving in the dim light of dawn. “Leaving already?”

“I have an early flight.” Jenny bent down to retrieve her bra from where he’d tossed it last night.

“Where?” He blurted out the question before he could stop himself. He knew better than to get involved with a woman like her. A pretty face with a hot body and nothing between her ears was never a threat, but a fellow gamer would play him better than a level forty rogue. Cait had taught him that much.

And yet last night was the first time in years where he’d enjoyed a woman’s company as much out of the sack as in it. None of the string of flings he’d had through med school and residency compared to Jenny.

She stilled, her face drawing as tight as her shoulders as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Listen, Dan, I had a great time last night, but let’s just leave it at one night.”

A fist of doubt punched his gut. “Shit, you’re not married or something, are you?”

“No, no, no.” She shook her head and seemed to shiver at the end. “I’m not involved with anyone. And to be honest, I’m not in a place where I could be.”

“Why?”

She turned to the side and rubbed her upper arms. “It’s complicated.”

“Are you some secret spy like James Bond or Sydney Bristow?”

That got a laugh from her, and she sank onto the edge of the mattress. “I only wish my life were that interesting.”

“Then why the secrecy?” When she didn’t answer, he pulled her back into his arms. He buried his face against the hollow of her neck, breathing in her exotic scent that reminded him of a Japanese tea garden. “Are you trying to tell me I suck in bed?”

“If you’d sucked, I wouldn’t have gone back for seconds. Or thirds.”

He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down it until he came to her suprasternal notch. Just talking about last night had him hard and aching for more. “Then how about fourths?”

“We went through all the condoms.” But her body arched underneath him, undermining her words. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

And her response to his touch almost made him forget about her warning. He needed to have her one more time before she disappeared completely. “Not all of them.”

Her breath caught, but he couldn’t tell if it was from his reply or that he’d just nipped her shoulder. “You were holding out on me?”

“I have an emergency condom in my wallet. Want me to fetch it?”

She licked her lips and nodded, desire darkening her already deep brown eyes.

He crawled out of bed and fumbled around in the dark until he found his pants. The condom in the back of his wallet had been there for months, but the wrapper still looked intact. He opened it up and slipped it on. “Thank God for backups.”

She grabbed him and kissed him with a ferocity that stunned him. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, and she was straddling his lap. “Then one more time.”

“Gladly.” He guided her hips so she was just about sitting on his dick and then lowered her onto him.

His breath entered with a hiss. The ultra-thin condom made it feel like he had nothing on at all, but a brief moment, he wished he could risk going without one. Then he could completely revel in her silky heat, savor the friction of every stroke, enjoy a woman in the most natural way possible.

And Jenny was a woman meant to be enjoyed. She pressed her palms against his chest as leverage while she rode him. Her head tilted back, giving him an uninhibited view of her breasts. They tempted him, called to him, and he sat up to take one in his mouth. A moan rose from her chest, and her slick walls tightened around him.

Dear God, he almost came right there. It was bad enough that he needed to remind himself she’d leave as soon as he did. These precious moments were a form of sweet torture, just enough to have a taste of paradise only to know it would be gone before he knew it.