Page 15 of Rough Ride

“Kye Driscoll is so handsome…” he read in an exaggerated tone.

“I never wrote that!” Grabbing it out of his hands she tossed it into the open closet across the room. Kye tucked an arm behind his head and laughed as Eliana glared down at him.

“You sure?” he asked coyly. Her hair was still damp and small beads of water dripped onto his chest. Eliana shifted so she was laying on her side, head propped up on her arm.

“Maybe once,” she admitted and her eyes dropped from his. When he didn’t say anything, she looked back up at him and he was grinning with enough ego to thicken the air in the room. “Narcissist,” she insulted.

“You say that like it doesn’t turn you on,” he goaded looking like a lazy cat lounging on the bed. Eliana’s eyes dropped again but her arm slowly draped over his abdomen. When he shifted toward her ever so slightly, she sat farther up so she was leaning over him.

“Maybe a little,” she said in a lowered tone. Her eyes met his and she ducked her head to kiss him. His free arm wrapped around her back and pulled her against him.

In truth, the page he’d stumbled upon was an entry from the only night they’d had together sleeping in each other’s arms. In this very bed. She’d written in explicit detail everything she wished they’d done. Now, with her mind already on that subject, and the very man beneath her, she couldn’t hold back.

Kicking free of the covers, she snaked her freshly shaven leg between his. Her lips were insistent and Kye had to catch his breath when her tongue pushed into his mouth. She tasted like the white wine he’d brought up and her hair smelled as intoxicating as she tasted.

Kye slid his hand under the back of her loose blouse. Her skin was still heated from the bathwater and was silky smooth. With a firm press of his hand on her lower back, she moved to straddle his hips. Eliana couldn’t tell who moaned first, but the reverberation moved through both of them. His hands dropped to her hips and she needed no more encouragement to start grinding into him.

The rough texture of his jeans and the firmness of his body between her legs was sending pulses of desire into her. The rocking motion of her hips against his had started applying pressure in just the right spot. Without breaking their kiss, Kye sat up and tucked her more tightly across his lap. His hands dropped lower to grab two handfuls of the lace-covered ass that was making him hard.

Her moans were growing more urgent and when she had to break the kiss in order to catch her breath, Kye used the moment to start nibbling at her throat. He could feel her pulse point pounding beneath his tongue as he tasted her skin. Her breast was soft in his hand and she grabbed a handful of his hair to tip his head back, claiming his mouth again. Eliana’s eagerness, if not all-out enthusiasm, when she yanked his shirt off over his head was making his blood surge in a singular direction.

She shifted so her weight was on her knees and when the heat of her V brushed his stomach, a growl erupted through him. Eliana gasped when he gave her backside a hard smack before flipping her over so she was crushed against the mattress. The feel of his muscular torso under her daring fingers was making the fabric of her panties wet with yearning.

“Christ,” Kye groaned when her hand moved from his abdomen to his groin where she took hold of his length, the heel of her hand rubbing enough to make his mind go blank.

“I want you,” she crooned into his ear, “I want you right now.”

“Eli…”

“Don’t!” she interrupted and pushed his shoulder enough so they could meet each other’s eyes. “I’m already stuck in one game, don’t put me in another one. We can’t keep pushing ourselves to the edge and not taking the leap. I’m ready Kye, I want you.”

“I know you feel ready,” he said trying to collect his thoughts. She hadn’t yet removed her hand from his erection making coherency hard to come by.

“So, stop fighting it,” she whispered against his lips, her hand rubbing him more intentionally. He let her continue a moment longer, enjoying the sensation before he took her wrist and pinned it above her head.

Using his other hand, he dragged her shirt up. Thinking he was going to pull it off entirely, she raised her arms overhead, but Kye bunched the cloth and let it sit over her eyes, blinding her to the room. He kissed her deeply before his lips moved to her chin, her throat and then her breasts.

There were few sensations she craved more than the feeling of when he took a nipple between his teeth, but when combined with the hand that slid down the front of her panties, she all but lost her mind. Eliana had to grip the post of the headboard to keep herself steady when his thick fingers slid between her folds and began massaging her tender places.

Kye was patient and experienced so he knew the exact moment he found her pearl because every muscle from her neck down tightened and her moan could have lit up Manhattan. He kept his thumb against her jewel and pushed his index and middle fingers slowly inside her. His cock grew painfully hard when he felt how tight she was and when he pushed a little farther, he felt himself freeze. The moment he touched her barrier she let out an involuntary whimper. One that was definitely not in pleasure, but in discomfort.

Removing his fingers, he pulled the shirt from over her eyes, the flush of her cheeks from both arousal and embarrassment. “You’re…?” he started to ask and she frowned.

“A virgin? Yeah… You don’t need to remind me.”

“How is that possible?” Kye asked still laying over her. She was writhing beneath him, either in awkwardness or because she was still thrumming, he didn’t know.

“Do you want the scientific answer? I’ve never had a penis inside me,” she said sarcastically.

“Eli,” he frowned. “There’s never been a guy that you… I mean you never? At all?”

“Despite what we’re doing right now, there’s not really a ‘partial’ way to have sex. You don’t need to write a song about it or anything… I never found anyone I wanted.” Eliana stated, letting out a huff. “That is…” she continued trying to muster her courage, “…not until now. So… just don’t stop,” she entreated. Her brown eyes were round and reflected both the desire and demand she had for him.

Kye could list a million reasons he should climb off her, run from the house and fling himself into oncoming traffic to prevent another moment of corrupting her. If he was a stronger man he would have. He wasn’t a stronger man.

She was moving against him, her body begging for more of the delicious pain his intrusive fingers had given her. He held her face as he kissed her and dug his pelvis into her curve giving her a fresh wave of pleasure. Kye steadied himself before he resumed his attention to her body.

He began kissing his way down her chest, his fingers hooking under the elastic before dragging her underwear down past her thighs and pulling them completely off. His mouth was back to her stomach where her ribs ended and he traveled downward, pausing to dip his tongue into her belly button, her heat dragging along his chest where his fingers were exploring again. Sensing what he was doing when his mouth landed on her pant line, Eliana sat up on her elbows and managed to call out his name before his mouth was on her.