She closed the distance between them, feathering her lips over his in tiny kisses. “What if youdon’t?”
“It could happen, Kenzie. If I’m not seriously careful—”
“We’ll take it slow.” She pulled back a fraction. “Isn’t the potential pleasure worth fighting through the fear? If we have to stop, we will. I swear to you I’ll stop before I let anything hurt you, Tyson.”
With slow deliberation, he threaded his fingers through her hair. “This is like losing my virginity all over again.”
She grinned. “Why do I love the idea that I’m the one divesting you of your pseudo-innocence?”
“Because you have a very wicked side, Miss Malone.” His smile grew and reflected in his eyes. “Coolest part? I’ve always wanted my very own Mrs. Robinson, and now I’ve got her.”
Kenzie’s laugh bubbled out, sultry and full of every unspoken promise she longed to make, from the generally innocent to the decidedlynot.
Mrs. Robinson indeed.
Closing the distance again, she took the kiss deeper, angling her mouth over his so all he had to do was receive her. After a tense moment of consideration, he responded in kind. Hands searched, touched and learned; mouths tasted; tongues stroked and breaths came shorter and then shorter still. Here, in Ty’s arms, no matter that she set the pace, she knew a sense of peace she’d been missing. She had longed for this, for him, ever since he’d walked out her hotel room door in the early morning on the day of the accident.
There had been moments, lonely and terrifying, when she’d wanted to leave Ohio, leave Gizmo in the vet’s capable hands and go to Ty. But she hadn’t. Hard as it had been, she’d honored his request thatshesee his horse well. Now that she had Ty, though, she wasn’t about to let go. Not until someone forced her hand.
Those were thoughts for another time, though. This? This man tentatively coming to life beneath her? He was all that mattered.
His hot lips skated over hers, more demanding now than they’d been moments before. It thrilled her that he’d grown more brazen. She wanted both his capitulation and the masterful demands he typically made of her body. She wanted it all, to rule and be ruled, touch and be touched.
Her name was an invocation on his lips, a plea to her for something her conscious didn’t quite understand but that her subconscious grabbed at greedily.
Kenzie ran her hands down Ty’s sides, smiling against his mouth when he sucked in a breath. “Ticklish?”
“No,” he replied, wiggling to get his shirttail out from under him and over his head. “Not even a little.”
She dragged a blunt fingernail down his side, and he squirmed, trying to get away.
“Fine! Quit,” he said, laughing. “I am ticklish. Now stop distracting me.”
“What am I distracting you from?” she teased.
He looked up at her, face suddenly solemn. “I don’t want to miss a single moment.”
Pain blossomed in her chest, and for a second, she wondered what it was that could ache like that and yet make her crave more of the same. Then he cupped her breasts, gently rolling her pearled nipples between his thumb and forefinger. All thought turned to ash at the wave of desire that burned through her. Core aching, she moved to straddle his waist, to position herself to take what she needed.
His hands stilled. “Go easy, Kenzie.”
“I promise. Just don’t stop.” She pressed her hands over his, encouraging him to manipulate the tender swells of her breasts with tiny squeezes of her fingers. “Please.”
“I’ll never deny you, baby.” His hips surged when she pressed her sex against him, his groan the only thing soft about the moment. Or him.
She arched her back, one hand holding his to her breast while the other was parked on his thigh to help give her leverage as she rode him with a slow, hip-rolling motion. Drawn into the ageless rhythm, he gripped her thigh, pushing and pulling to help set the pace.
It had been so long, too long, since she’d been here with him. She didn’t want to let the moment go, wanted it to last forever, but her body’s needs were more immediate than her emotional ones. What her body wanted was achievablenow. No reason to deny either of them the pleasure of connection and release.
Ignoring his wordless protest when she moved off his lap, she stood and stripped with perfunctory movements, more anxious to return to him than she was to make the action a seduction. The avaricious look on his face as his eyes roamed over her body said she achieved the latter regardless.
Kenzie crawled up Ty’s body, stopping midway to untie his pants. She worked them down his hips and over his feet, tossing them clear of the bed.
With him lying before her without a stitch of clothing, she’d never been so grateful for the fit and finish the good Lord had bestowed on this man. He was beautiful, head to toe.
She could have looked at him for ages, explored his body and learned every peak and valley. Instead, she straddled his lap again, reveling in the heat of him against her sensitive skin. “No underwear. If you’d been in a car wreck, Tyson, you’d have scandalized the nurses.”
He arched a brow at the same time he grinned, the look one of guileful amusement. “You know me, Kenzie—always ready and willing to play patient.”