Kira gave what she hoped was a casual shrug of her shoulders. “Five years give or take a month. Maybe I should be asking what
you’re
doing here. Stalking is illegal in all fifty states, I believe.”
“So is willfully endangering your neighbor’s property,” he shot back heatedly, taking a step deeper into her personal space. “It’s called arson, in case you haven’t heard.”
“Whoa, there.” She pressed a hand against his chest to keep him from getting any closer. Big mistake, huge mistake as Kira felt the heat of his body and the flex of his stomach muscles wash against her touch. Quickly she let her hand drop and concentrated on not pressing that same palm on her own skin. It was bad enough that the moment she’d seen him, anger be damned, she’d wanted to rub herself all over him.
Bad, bad news. Just touching him brought back all the sexual intensity of their previous encounter and the pulse in her womb throbbed insistently.
My god, how desperate am I that just touching him almost gets me off? And how stupid am
I to walk right into the same old trap again?
“Umm…I’ve never had a fire here that I didn’t have complete control over,” she tried to explain in her most reasonable voice. “I’m a glass artist. This is what I do for a living and this is a monitored environment. And the fire is
in the damn kiln,
in case you haven’t taken the time to notice.”
She saw the expression on his face when he took a good look and realized what she was telling him.
“A kiln? You have a kiln in here?”
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“And a permit for it, by the way. Not to mention two fire extinguishers, just in case.
I’d never let my heat get out of control.” She took another step away from him.
Ignoring her obvious desire for separate breathing space, Grant moved even closer to her. “Your heat never gets out of control,” he repeated in a lower desire-filled tone.
“Hey.” Kira’s head shot up to meet the fierce blue eyes as she took a cautious step back. “No using double entendres.”
Grant ignored her unspoken demand and took another step closer. “But if I can’t use my words the way I want to, how will you know?”
Knowing without a doubt a verbal landmine lay ahead, Kira nonetheless jumped in.
“How will I know what?”
“How badly I want to sit you on that table, spread your luscious thighs open wide and bury my mouth right at your candy center,” he stated, as arousal darkened his eyes and flushed color to his cheeks.
“Oh, umm.” Kira almost tripped over her tongue she was so shocked by his blatant words and the wave of lust they sent through her.
“You never gave me the chance to taste you before.” His voice deepened with desire. “I’ve woken up every night since we were together dreaming of you riding my face. Now I finally get my chance to do it for real.”
Without giving Kira a chance to protest Grant quickly picked her up, carried her to the long, solid oak table and dropped her down on the hard surface.
Mouth open to protest, she snapped her lips shut at his next words, already too wet and horny to bother complaining about the abuse to her tender butt.
“If you like these clothes I suggest you get them off now, before I tear every scrap of cloth off you.” He leaned down, pressed his nose against the damp crotch of her yoga pants and inhaled deeply. “Fuck it.”
Grant used the palm of his hand to push Kira until her back hit the wooden surface and her legs dangled uselessly off the side.
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“Oh boy,” she muttered while trying to wrestle her inner slut under control.
“Shouldn’t we talk about this?”
Eyes blazing with desire met hers. “Talk about what?” he demanded in a low, heated voice. “That the way you smell is driving me out of my mind? Or the cream I can feel soaking through your pants is making me so hard I can barely stand it? You want me, you want my mouth and tongue licking your hot sweetness, even as I coax it from your body. I really, really can’t wait to taste you, either.”
Shit! What was this thing between them that she was nearly ready to come just from his words? What the hell was she supposed to say to that? Uh, thanks, but no thanks?
Hell no, Kira decided. Just because she was on the hunt for Mr. Right didn’t mean she couldn’t take time out to play with Mr. Right Now.
The man was on his knees practically begging to eat her out. Who was she to deny him?
Spreading her damp thighs wide, Kira looked down at him and smiled. “What kind of lady would I be to refuse to help a gentleman?”
“You are one hell of a lady,” Grant responded, right before he dragged her cotton pants off along with her underwear. “Oh yeah, one hell of a lady.”
Then his dark head bent down and he devoured her.
What the hell am I doing? Losing my mind. Right. Going insane.
Grant could not believe how quickly and easily this woman aroused him. Until he’d seen her at the engagement party he’d been thoroughly convinced that hot sweaty sex wasn’t for a man who’d had open-heart surgery. It didn’t matter what his surgeon and cardiologist told him. The fear was still there. Yet he couldn’t control his reaction to Kira Jacobs. She made him instantly spike-hard. In fact, he’d been so hard every morning when he awakened after dreaming about her, he’d been afraid to bump into something lest he damage himself.
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And now… Now! He had her spread out before him like a veritable feast. A banquet. Her luscious, creamy thighs quivering in anticipation. Her musk invading his nostrils. Her cream glistening on her pubic curls like early morning dew. He slid his thumbs the length of her labia, opening her, until he reached her clit. The moment he touched that swollen knot of nerves she bucked, and a low moan hummed in her throat.
The sound of it vibrated through him and reached clear down to his balls.
She was just as wonderful and tempting as he’d remembered. Full breasts that begged to have their nipples sucked. Luscious hips that his hands itched to roam and caress. A rounded ass that he wanted to do every imaginable thing to. This woman was pure carnal temptation, no doubt about it.
He wanted to fuck her more than anything, to feel her hot, tight flesh clutching his cock again. But doing it on a carpeted floor had been bad enough. He wanted a soft bed, where he didn’t have to worry about damage to his surgically repaired body. Besides, if he just went down on her, he didn’t have to remove his shirt. It might be a little tricky trying to keep his chest covered in bed to hide the scar that bisected it.
Stop thinking, you idiot. You have a treat splayed out before you. Take advantage of it.
He lapped a slow path along her inner lips, up one side and down the other, drowning in the sweet taste of her. All the while his thumbs played an erotic tune on her clit, rubbing it, rasping against it, stimulating it. When Kira tried to close her knees around his head to pull him in tighter, he simply nudged her thighs apart and held them open with his broad shoulders.
Delicious little sounds of pleasure burst from her as his tongue did a complicated tango on her cunt and his thumbs continued to work her swollen clit. She was so soft and wet, a luscious treat. He wanted to take every bit of her in his mouth at once.
He worked her with his tongue and his thumbs until the jerking of her hips and the steady sensual moan told him she was getting close. He slipped one hand further down and let his fingers trail the cleft of her buttocks. The tip of one finger pressed against the tiny ring of anal muscles and Kira shoved against him.
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He lifted his head and looked up at her. “You like that, sugar? Does that make you feel good?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Oh, please, Grant.”
“Please what?” He pressed harder with his finger.
“Please…you, know.”
“Do you want my finger in your ass?” His throat was so tight with lust he could hardly get the words out.
“Yes I do. Come on, Grant. Put it in there.”
“Tell me the words.” He circled the tiny hole, teasing at the tight flesh. “If you want it, let me hear you say it.”
“God, you’re killing me.”
He pulled his finger back and slid his thumb away from her clit. “Say it, Kira. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your finger in my ass.” She practically screamed the words.
Grant gave a low chuckle. He realized how much he loved hearing her say things like that. He’d have to get her to do it more. “All right, sugar. All you had to do was ask.”
He scooped some of her copious cream from her pussy and spread it around the tight opening of her rectum. Then, with great care and teasing slowness, he inserted one finger. When the hot tissues closed around it a bolt of lust speared through him and he nearly doubled over with the force of its thrust. Pressing his finger deeper inside her, he bent again to her pussy, spreading the lips with his other hand. Trailing his tongue once more the length of her slit, he stiffened it and thrust it inside her tight, welcoming heat.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” Kira intoned, her hips jerking as she tried to force him deeper inside her in both openings.
With one finger buried deep inside her ass and his tongue clutched by the tight walls of her pussy, Grant was so aroused he hoped he didn’t have another heart attack.
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He increased his movements in earnest, coordinating the rhythm of his tongue and his finger so he was fucking her with an increasingly rapid tempo.
He felt the onset of her orgasm when the walls of her cunt tightened and spasms began to ripple through them. He pressed harder with tongue and finger, pushing her higher and higher. He knew the instant she crashed. Her entire body convulsed, his tongue and finger trapped by the spasms of her muscles, her liquid pouring into his mouth. He worked her and worked her until the pulsing slowed to slight aftershocks and finally subsided.
He drew back from her and then leaned over her, bracing himself with his hands on either side of her. He saw the carnal satisfaction in her eyes, the flush of heat on her cheeks. Her breathing was still erratic and he knew if he placed his ear against her breast he’d hear and feel her heat hammering.
Bending his head, he pressed his mouth to hers, giving her a taste of herself from his lips.
Kira threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place while she licked his lips and the inside of his mouth with her tongue. At last he lifted his head and gave her lips one last brush with his.
“Bathroom,” he whispered.
“Wha—”
“You do have one here, right?”
She blinked, and pointed with a limp hand toward a corner. “Over there.”
He washed quickly in the tiny bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror. He saw desire burning in his eyes, and the same tension gripping his body lined his face.
What the hell was he doing, anyway? He shook his head, wondering if Kira was a witch of some kind. It seemed the moment he laid eyes on her he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
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And what were the chances he’d move into the house right next door to her? How the hell was he supposed to handle that? He’d probably end up fucking himself into an early grave. And to complicate things even more, he was still hard enough to drive nails into concrete.
Sighing, he opened the door and walked back into the studio. Kira was still on the table, still naked from the waist down, but she was sitting up with a satisfied smile on her face. She leaned back, bracing herself on her hands.
“You have a very educated mouth, Mr. Havers.” Her voice was low and thick with sexual satisfaction.
“All compliments humbly accepted.” He grinned at her. “But it’s easy when the morsel is so delicious.”
She wiggled to the end of the table. “But I’ll bet you didn’t get everything out of it you could.”
He bracketed her with his hands and drifted a kiss over her mouth. “You didn’t hear me complaining, did you?”
“No.” She drew out the word so it sounded as if it had three syllables. “But you’re probably too much of a gentleman.” She reached for his t-shirt and started to drag the fabric upward.
Grant clamped his hands around her wrists. “No.” He nearly shouted the word.
Kira jerked and let go of the fabric. She hitched herself back on the table. “You don’t have to shout at me. What’s wrong with me wanting to get you naked? Maybe getting you up here on the table with me.” She dropped her voice. “I like having you inside me.”
Oh, shit. “I, um, don’t have any condoms with me. Didn’t think I’d need one just hanging out in my yard.” Hell, he pulled that one out of thin air. “I came in here expecting to call the fire department.” His lips curved in a slow smile. “Instead I found a different kind of heat.”
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“But you didn’t…you aren’t—”
“I’m fine, sugar.”
Like hell.
“Next time I’ll be better prepared.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Next time?”
“Uh-huh. And there will be a next time.” Shit, he was just getting himself in deeper and deeper. He needed to keep his distance from this woman, not get more involved with her. Or with any woman.
“So, what did you have in mind?”
Yeah, Havers, what did you have in mind?
“Well, how about starting with dinner? I think we’ve done everything backward here.”
Kira burst out laughing. “Ya think?”
He drew in a deep breath and let it out very slowly, then held out his hand. “Hi!
I’m Grant Havers, your next-door neighbor and a cousin of the Brody brothers. I’m sure they’ll vouch for me.”
Mischief danced in her eyes. It didn’t seem to bother her that she was sitting on the table half naked, the scent of sex a rich cloud in the air around her. “Okay, I’ll play.” She took his hand. “Kira Jacobs, sister of one bride and cousin to the other. And
they’ll
vouch for
me.”
“Okay, Kira Jacobs. Nice to meet you. Would you have dinner with me tonight?”