Page 74 of A Shot at Love
He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, he shifted his legs, dropping them to the side of the bed, glared at her, and said, “Stupid?”
“Yeah. Major league stupid.”
Her gaze bore right through his, challenging, not giving an inch.
His St. Michael medallion dangled in the cavern of his pecs, swaying as he moved closer to her, so close she could smell the clean, fresh scent of the soap he’d used in the shower. So close, she could see his eyes darken as he looked at her, those gorgeous seafoam colors roaming over her face and turning stormy. So close, she did what she’d been dreaming of doing since she first saw him without a shirt, drenched in sweat and looking like a warrior: she leaned in and trailed her tongue along the angle of his jaw. He didn’t move, but did hiss in a breath, his abdominal muscles contracting inward.
A fine line of spikey stubble tickled her tongue and made her want to explore more.
Ky choked. “Did you just…lick me?”
When she pulled back there was surprised mirth crinkling in the corners of his narrowed eyes, his lips twisting up at the corners.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I’ve been wanting to do that for days.”
Ky’s mouth straightened. “You’ve been wanting to…lick me… for days?”
She nodded, feeling her cheeks burn like wildfire. Oh well, here goes nothing…
She kept her gaze steady, and said, “Well, yeah. Ever since that morning in the basement when we worked out together.”
Something in his eyes shifted; eased.
“You were all sweaty and…hot.”
And then they darkened again, but this time not in anger. No. This time the heat in his eyes wasn’t to be laid at fury’s door, but at something deeper, more primal. Sensual.
“And to be honest,” she added, “I want to do more than just lick you. But, yeah. Days.”
She didn’t even have time to process what he was doing. Before she could blink Ky hauled her up to her feet by her arms and flattened her body against his. One hand snaked around her waist holding in her place, while the other cupped the back of her neck. His mouth hovered a breath from hers when he said, “You realize what you’ve just said, right?”
“That I’ve wanted you…like this, for days?” She nodded.
She watched the hard line of his jaw contract as he swallowed, his gaze intense and filled with raw hunger and she was his meal.
Oh my.
“Be sure, Gemma. Be very sure this is what you want to happen between us. I’ve been walking around as hard as nails, so before this goes anywhere, goes any further, be sure, because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once we start.”
Encouraged by those words more than she could possibly imagine, Gemma coiled one hand around Ky’s neck and tugged. Against his lips she challenged, “Prove it.”
His mouth crushed hers, possessed it, claimed it. His tongue plundered, took hers prisoner and stroked it with his own. He kissed her as if he were starved for a lifetime, drawing every bit of nourishment and sustenance he could from her.
And then he went back for more.
Her heart was pounding so wildly in her chest she swore she could hear it thumping in the air around them.
The man had a perfect mouth for kissing: hard, insistent, and punishingly gentle. If she was never kissed by another man, she’d die knowing what it was to be kissed by a man with no equal.
The hand at her waist crept below the band of her pajama shorts, roved along the curve of one butt cheek and squeezed. Gemma’s body reacted unconsciously by contracting her muscles. Ky’s lips danced into a smile as he pulled back from the kiss, a tiny sucking sound filling the air. His bedroom eyes twinkled down at her as he nuzzled her nose. “You’ve got the sweetest ass.” His other hand followed the first. “Watching you and not being able to touch it has been driving me nuts.”
While he squeezed them both, Gemma grabbed his head and dragged him back to kiss her. “Squats. Thousands of them,” she said as she nipped at his bottom lip and kissed her way along his jaw. At the little notch between his neck and shoulder, she opened her lips, wet the spot with her tongue and sucked.
His entire body went rigid. A feeling of feminine supremacy eclipsed through her at eliciting such a reaction. The man oozed control from every pore. She was dying to see what would happen when he lost it and know she was the cause.
