Curling her hands around the backs of his thighs, she drove his cock in and out of her mouth. Sucking hard. Using her teeth and tongue. Losing herself in the heady taste of him. Working him over unleashed something primitive inside her. Her world became the wet sucking sounds of her mouth. The hard throb of her nipples that matched the tightening pulse between her thighs. She reveled in his harsh grunts. The rocks digging into her knees. The firm muscles of his thighs clenching beneath her hands.
Every bob of her head, every deep stroke when his cock hit the back of her throat, she silently chanted, you are mine, Calvin McKay. Mine.
One of Cal’s hands dropped to her head and he grabbed a fistful of hair. “Kimi. Please.”
She hadn’t been holding back, but that gruff plea…god. She almost came from his admission of need.
Tightening her lips and speeding up with shorter strokes sent him sailing over the edge immediately. Hot, thick, salty bursts of his seed saturated her tongue and she swallowed greedily.
Cal loosened his grip on her hair. He absentmindedly stroked her face as he tried to level his ragged breathing.
Kimi slowly eased back, letting his semi-hard cock slip from her mouth. As she stood, she kissed her way up his body, over his clothes. She paused for a moment, letting her cheek rest against his thundering heart.
They remained like that for several moments. Not because it was awkward, but because they both needed the connection.
Then Cal forced her head back and took her mouth in a blistering kiss. By the time he finished proving to her that the reins were firmly back in his control, she could hardly breathe.
“Understand one thing,” he said directly into her ear as he pulled his jeans up.
“What?”
His belt buckle jangled when he refastened it. The noise was strangely sexy in the silence between them. “It’s not gonna be sweet, sweet lovemaking the first time.” He sank his teeth into her earlobe, sending a delicious spark of pain through her. “I’m gonna fuck you hard. Hard,” he repeated, just in case she’d misunderstood.
“You think I’m gonna say no?”
His deep chuckle against her neck vibrated straight to her clit. “I think you’d better get in the damn truck.”
“I’ll follow you.”
Then Cal was right in her face, those blue eyes flashing impatience. “Kimi. After five years I don’t think I can be away from you for five goddamned minutes. We’ll come back for your car tomorrow.”
“Cal. Everything I own is in my car. And after waiting five years for me, the drive to your place will pass in a heartbeat, won’t it?”
He rested his forehead to hers. “I don’t think my heart was beating at all until the moment I saw you again.”
Lord. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry. Not right away. “I can’t handle sweet right now with you. Give me rough. Give me hard.”
A slow, devious grin spread across his handsome face. He smacked her butt hard enough that she yelped. “Sweet darlin’ mine, I can do rough. And I already warned you that’s it’s gonna be hard. So with that in mind…you’ve got ten minutes to have this sweet little ass parked in my driveway. I’ll be waitin’.”
Chapter Eleven
When Kimi woke up naked the next morning, sore in all the right places, she wasn’t surprised to see Cal’s side of the bed was empty. But since Gigi slept at the foot of the bed, hopefully that meant Cal hadn’t left to do ranch chores yet.
Her things were still in her car so she grabbed Cal’s T-shirt off the dresser and slipped it on.
The scent of coffee lingered in the hallway. She heard voices and shot a quick glance at the living room as she passed by, wondering if Cal was watching the news, but the room was empty with the drapes drawn.
In the kitchen, she saw him leaning against the back wall talking on the phone. Even in a relaxed posture—shirtless, barefoot, his hair mussed, scruff on his face—he was something. Sexy, commanding.
Hers.
Last night had he ever shown her that he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him. The passion between them was unsurpassed.
He glanced over at her. A beautiful light sparked in his eyes. “Carse. I gotta go.” As he listened to whatever his brother said, his hungry gaze took her in from head to toe. “I’ll let her know. Uh-huh. Yeah, me too. Thanks.” He hung up the phone and untwisted the cord before he started toward her.
“Morning, lover,” she cooed.
“You’re wearin’ my shirt.”
“All my clothes are still in my car and I have no idea what happened to what I wore last night since you stripped it off me before we were even in the house.” She tilted her head back to look at him when he loomed over her. “Good lord. Are our clothes hangin’ off the porch railing where anyone who drives by can see them?”