Leigh faced Kurt. Desire and heat radiated from his tight jaw and hooded gaze. Male focus wrapped its sexual fingers in and around her body. Thank you, God! "I suggest it's time we find out what we missed out on back in the day."
He slipped his hand to her wineglass and set it on the deck rail. "I'm glad you're thinking the same way I am."
She leaned close, pressed her breasts to his chest and waited for his lips to take hers. She heard the same low hum that he'd used on the phone. It rolled and rumbled and churned her insides. She was about to be taken and taken well.
At sixteen, he'd been gangly and good-looking with an intensity about life that had sent her girlish heart into spins. “You’ve filled out.”
One side of his mouth kicked up at her appreciation.
Broad shoulders tapered to a thick, muscular waist. His forearms would give her dreams for years. While she took inventory of his body, he studied her face. Her girlhood attraction blossomed into full adult lust.
She placed her palms on his chest to cop a feel of solid masculine muscle. Heat. Strength. Desire.
“Are we doing this or will we pretend we’re not allowed to tear each other's clothes off?" she asked on a whisper of sound.
"This brother sister thing's already old." His low sexy rumble sent warm shivers down her belly.
She raised her face but he cupped her cheeks and forestalled her kiss. "I want to take this slow. I've waited too long to hurry."
She nodded. Now that she was here, like this, with him, she had all the time in the world. “This has been a long time coming.” She sighed against his mouth, thrilled by the deep desire in his voice. He'd been all too eager to see the last of her when she'd left town and she’d been too hurt to look back.
Until now.
He moved his hands down her neck, along her shoulders and then slowly down her ribs to her full hips. His eyes darkened with need and lust roared to life.
His lust.
Hers.
Yes.
He clasped her hips and kneaded flesh. “God, you’re all woman. So soft. Lush. Made for–“
”Fucking? It’s all right. I’ve heard it before.” Her mother had passed along genes that gave her a woman’s body too soon.
“No. Not for fucking. For loving. You were a kid, until one day, you walked toward me with the sun at your back. You wore a yellow sun dress. On the outside it was baggy and shapeless, but outlined under the dress were curves I'd never seen before. I was so turned on I scared the crap out of myself."
Even now, he looked appalled at his teenaged reaction.
He pulled back to search her face. "You were an open book. Unmarked, unfettered and free. I could have touched you anywhere, anytime. You were so young you didn't understand the invitation you gave me. You scared me to death."
“That’s why you scared off every boy in town.”
At his nod, she said, "Here's a fresh invitation, Kurt. Let's go to bed." Her low belly went heavy. Needful.
Drawing her face to his, he settled them into their first kiss.
A brush of lips, a taste, a breath while her belly swooped and her heart thudded a tattoo. She shuddered against his mouth until he pressed harder.
His tongue sparked an inferno as he slid into her mouth. Firm lips, deep tongue, a hard wall of hard man, Kurt was more than she’d imagined. Her nipples beaded as need gather low and warm. She bloomed and softened between her legs. Moistness prepared her for him.
The first kiss ended when he lifted his head.
The next began as she pressed for more with a soft moan that said – finally! “I’ve wanted this forever. You could have had me, been with me, I was so completely yours,” she murmured between kisses.
“Too young, too ready. Too much.” He bent and picked her up in his arms. “If I’d touched you then, we’d have been lost. I couldn’t have stopped, you’d have been pregnant. Our lives would have been a repeat.”
She slid her lips to his heated neck. He was right. They’d have been swamped by this need, overcome with youth and lust and foolish desire. His restraint had been their salvation. “Thank you, Kurt. Thank you for being a man when you were just a boy.”
He paused at the foot of the staircase. “Ready?”
“You can’t meant to carry me?” She squirmed, delighted to let him show off, if only for a moment.
He wasn't out of breath, his arms were still tight around her. He was indeed, capable of carrying her to his room. He kissed her again to prove he had energy to spare.
She settled into the novel experience. At her height, no one had ever tried to carry her anywhere. Caring, generous and incurably macho. Where was the Kurt she used to know?
When he reached his room, he nibbled at the tender flesh of her lower lip as he released her to slide down the length of his body.
His hands roved across her back, streaking heat along every nerve ending they swept. She pressed tightly against him. The scent of fresh air rose from his hair and shirt. Taking deep drafts of his scent, she rolled her head to let him nuzzle at the spot behind her ear. His breath tickled, the rasp of his bristles sensuously rough against her collarbone.
She reached for the top button of her blouse.
"No," he whispered, "let me. I'll strip you bare and then . . ." he kissed her once more on the lips, ". . . I'll do this all over you."
She shuddered as he trailed his hands from her shoulders to her fingertips so he could take over undressing her. "Don't move. Don't speak," he demanded.
Nodding, she melted inside with a frustrated desire to reach for him.
He undid the first smooth, round button on her blouse with trembling fingers. He kissed the skin beneath. The second button fell open of its own accord and she shuddered in anticipation when he smiled slightly. Her nipples puckered as his tongue tentatively touched her again. The other buttons followed slowly, the skin under each one given his unique brand of reverence. She thought she would scream before he was through.
"Don't move," he said. "Don't speak."
She dragged in a deep breath and kept her hands at her sides. Silently she begged him to release her from this thrall but the chain of her promise kept her silent.
Pushing her sleeves down her arms he bit lightly at her shoulders. She tried to nip his ear without success. He was killing her. She squirmed with impatience.
"No moving." His guttural demand went urgent.
Through the thin lace of her bra, he caressed each nipple with his lips and tongue until they strained against the cups. A short sound of frustration tore from her throat as his lips left her.
He undid her bra and dropped it at her feet.
She shifted, as the heavy weight of desire settled deep and low. She'd get him for this. She stiffened against him and glared into his eyes with a demand to hurry. Hurry!
Kurt grinned. "You'll make me pay, right?"
She dipped her eyelids closed. Yes.
He knelt before her and blew hot puffs of air across her ribs and stomach. Her knees started to quake until he grasped them. He nuzzled her through the heavy denim of her jeans. The sound she made this time was louder, more desperate.
She was about to fall. Couldn't he see that?
"Don't move," he begged.
By the time he undid her zipper she flowered for him, open, and wet.
He slid his large palms down her thighs, moving from back to front as he removed her jeans. When she stepped clear of them, she shifted closer. He drew in her scent and held it. "Mm, you smell delicious."
He nuzzled at her soft curls.
She arched into him and ached.
She threaded her fingers through his hair to hide the shift to widen her stance. Exquisite fire rushed and roared at the first touch of his finger as it trailed across her mons.
He found her clitoris and drew a circle around the bud. She crooned and shook with the fiery relief. Relief soon eclipsed by more need as he blew hot breath across her exposed nerve endings.
"Don't move." He sounded ragged.
She stood still, panting to gain some control as he tugged her panties to her ankles then off her feet. He kissed her lips once, hard, then returned to his knees to place one gentle kiss at the heart of her.
She sagged against his broad shoulders, mind reeling from the luxury of touching him.
"Don't move." His voice went hoarse.
"Aahhh," she sobbed raggedly, breath catching. "I'll get you for this."
"I hope so."
She glanced down and found him looking up at her. His gaze was so heated, it scorched. She gave a soft sigh and waited.
He found her again, open and ready. Shock waves of intense arousal ricocheted through her lower abdomen and she collapsed onto the bed. Leigh closed her eyes against the frustration burning through to her fingertips. The soft rustle of clothing falling away filled the room.
She opened her eyes. He stood, broad at the shoulders, thick at the waist, and from a thatch of dark hair his cock rose like a stanchion, thick, wide and ready. As much as she'd suffered the ache of unfulfilled need, so had he.
The look of full dangerous arousal on Kurt's face thrilled her as she skittered backward up the bed. When her head reached the pillow, she smiled, opened her legs and let him see the effect he’d had on her.
"Do that again."