Her lashes fell to half-mast, an irresistible smile on her lips as she brazenly took his finger into her mouth, deeper than he'd expected, and used the swirl of her tongue and a light suction to eat off the dessert.
He closed his eyes on a shudder, feeling that erotic pull all the way down to his groin. He dipped his head closer to hers, and skimmed his lips along her cheek. "I have to taste you now," he said, and heard the aching need in his voice.
She released his finger, and turned her head so that her mouth was right below his. "Yes," she whispered, the one word filled with intense longing.
She slid her palm against his jaw as their lips met in a slow, nuzzling kiss at first, an unhurried exploration that quickly grew deeper, wetter, until having his mouth on hers wasn't nearly enough.
Lowering his hand to the front of her dress, he then popped the first button free, making his intentions known, but deliberately hesitating a few seconds to give her the chance to stop his advance if she wasn't ready to take this next step with him. When she didn't issue a protest, he slowly unfastened another one and another one, until the material finally gaped open.
He was dying to look at her and see what he'd uncovered. But for the moment he was content to continue kissing her while brushing his fingers over the generous swells of her breasts above the lace edge of her bra.
She made a soft purring sound in the back of her throat, and he took that as permission to proceed. Keeping his mouth fastened to hers, he pushed her bra straps and sleeves off her shoulders, until the fabric caught in the crook of her arms. Then he slipped his hand into the sheer, stretchy material of her bra and eased it down, freeing a full, taut breast before repeating the process with the other side.
Then, and only then, did he end the kiss and take his first look at what he'd revealed. His stomach muscles clenched at the sight of her bared breasts, so plump and creamy, with rosy nipples puckered tight and begging for attention.
"God, you are so beautiful," he whispered reverently, and heard her sigh at the compliment, which made him smile. Swiping a finger into the buttercream frosting, he smeared it around her areolas and crowned the tips of her breasts with a dollop before licking the last of the sticky sweetness from his own finger.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he glanced up at Kayla's flushed face and grinned with lascivious purpose. "Now you look good enough to eat."
"Go ahead," she dared in a low, breathless voice.
Curving a hand around a breast, he lifted the soft flesh to his mouth and used his tongue to remove the mess he'd made. He lapped over and around her hard nipple-slowly, thoroughly, before tugging on the hard peaks with his lips and teeth.
She whimpered and fisted her fingers in his hair. Her back arched to get closer, and he opened wider, taking as much of her as he could into his mouth so he could suckle her hard and strong.
"Jack," she implored huskily.
He released her nipple and rubbed his jaw along the plump curve of her breast. "God, I can't get enough of you," he growled, and ran his tongue over her nipple again.
"I know," she panted. "Me, too."
"I have to feel you against me." Tugging his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, he yanked it over his head and tossed the wadded-up material aside. Then he splayed a hand over the center of her back, pulling her close so that her lush breasts crushed against his hot, hard chest.
Their mutual groans of pleasure echoed in the kitchen, and she brought his mouth back up to hers to engage him in another long, deep, tongue-tangling kiss that only seemed to make her more restless, more needy.
Desperate to touch her intimately, to make her come apart for him, he pulled the skirt of her dress to her knees and slid his hand beneath the hem. She sucked in a quick breath, but let him traverse his way up her soft, smooth leg and gently ease her thighs apart, until his fingers touched the damp barrier of her panties.
She moaned against his lips, the sweet, uninhibited sound telling him that she was all his, to do with as he pleased. Without further hesitation, he eased his hand beneath the elastic band of her panties and grazed his thumb along her warm, wet folds, before sinking one finger, then two, deep inside her slick heat.
She gasped and bucked against his hand, her body tightening around his seeking, gliding fingers in a way that told him she was close to climaxing. And because she was so primed and ready, that's exactly where he took her. With sure, skillful strokes of his thumb right where she needed it the most, with his mouth consuming hers, he pushed her up that peak, higher and higher, until she finally took a free-fall into along, gripping orgasm that left her body trembling and her thighs quivering against his hand.
When it was over, she buried her face against his neck and glided her fingers along his muscled torso, her hands inflaming a carnal hunger within him. Instead of her release exhausting her, it seemed to give her renewed sexual energy that amazed him.
She plucked at his nipples and whispered shamelessly in his ear, "I want more."
More of what, he wasn't sure. More orgasms? It would be his pleasure. But he was just a man, and he'd nearly reached the limit of his control. He was damned close to splitting the crotch of his jeans, and he didn't think he could watch her come again without going over the edge himself.
Framing her face in his hands, he pulled her away, just enough to look into her wild, glazed eyes. "I want inside you, Kayla," he said, his voice rough around the edges. "If you don't want that too, tell me now while I can still think straight enough to stop."
Awe and feminine wonder replaced the heat in her gaze. "You want me that much?"
How could she doubt his desire when the fiercest, hardest erection of his life was pressing so insistently against her hip. Then he realized that she was referring to the kind of passion that went beyond the physical. He felt that for her, too, and did his best to reassure her.
"Sweetheart, I ache for you," he said softly. "You drive me crazy with wanting you. I even came prepared to make love to you, because I knew after our last encounter that it was inevitable."
Her eyes widened in startled surprise at his admission.
He exhaled a deep breath. "But if you're not ready to take that next step, I'm willing to wait until you are," he said, leaving the decision completely up to her.
"I'm ready," she said, excitement infusing her voice.
Thank God. He urged her to stand up, and he straightened, too. She looked at him in bewilderment, and he explained what he had in mind. "Let's go to your bed." Where he could strip her bare, take his time, and worship every inch of her.
"No." She shook her head, appearing slightly panicked. "Right here. Now."
And then she was all over him, not giving him a chance to argue as she unfastened the button to his pants, then lowered the zipper over his burgeoning shaft. She fitted her mouth to his, kissing him wantonly as she slipped her cool hands inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around him, then squeezed and stroked his throbbing length until he feared he'd come without the pleasure of being sheathed deep inside her body.
He pulled her hands away before he lost it and managed to utter the word, "Condom."
She stepped back and worked off her panties while he shoved his jeans off his hips and quickly retrieved the foil packet he'd put into his wallet earlier. In record time, he had the protection rolled on, but every good intention he had of taking this first time with Kayla slow and easy went to hell in a handbasket when she pushed him back into the chair, then hiked up the skirt of her dress and straddled his lap.
She moved over him and down his shaft, her breath catching provocatively as he stretched and filled her until she was seated on his thighs and he was buried to the hilt. The connection was so electric that shockwaves rushed through him, making his head spin. He'd known the moment he'd seen her that she had a body designed for hot, erotic sex, that her soft, provocative curves would fit him to perfection.
And he'd been right.
She hadn't given him a chance to remove her dress, which covered her hips, stomach, and thighs. And it was then that he understood her purpose, and her reason for not taking this into the bedroom. She wasn't ready to bare her body to him. Despite wanting him, she couldn't shake all her insecurities, even in a moment of passion. As much as he wanted to coax her out of her clothes, he'd let her have her way for now, and lavish attention on what luscious body parts he could.
Threading his fingers through her hair, he tugged her head back, forcing her to arch her spine, which gave him better access to her breasts. Pulling a taut nipple into his mouth, he teased the tip with this tongue and moved his free hand beneath her dress and between her thighs, caressing her slick flesh. She rocked against his hips, riding him with a quick building momentum that urged him to thrust his hips upward in counterpoint, each time driving higher, deeper.
Only when a hot, pulsing climax made her cry out did he let his restraint unravel. His entire body shook with the force of his orgasm, wringing him dry and leaving him wasted.
She collapsed against him and moaned, the soul-deep sound echoing within an empty place in Jack that she was beginning to fill, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by his need for this woman. Beyond the shattering sex they'd just shared, she made him feel whole. And it was a sensation he wasn't willing to give up anytime soon. If ever.
Life was better than it had been in a very long time. Two days after Kayla's mind-blowing encounter with Jack in her kitchen, she was still walking around Pure Indulgence with a lightness to her step and a dreamy smile on her face. Concentrating on work took effort, since her mind seemed to drift to thoughts of Jack much too often. Especially the way he'd made love to her as if she were the most sensual woman on planet earth.