were locked on each other. Nothing else in the room or the house existed.
Rann slid the hand that lay on her shoulder up to her neck. Gayle’s mouth dropped open ever slightly at the touch, forming the smallest of circles with her lips. Her tongue flicked out, licking them briefly, leaving a damp shine. So full and inviting. Rann just had to taste them.
Leaning in closer, his hand curled up to the back of her head and he gently pulled, using just enough pressure that Gayle would only come closer if she wanted to.
She did.
Taking one last gasp of air, Rann threw caution to the wind and went for what he wanted.
Gayle.
Chapter Fourteen
Gayle
She drew in a sharp breath through her nose as Rann leaned in to kiss her.
His lips were warm, and the stubble of his beard shadow scraped deliciously over her soft skin. Fingers tightened against the back of her head, and Gayle allowed herself to be pulled in closer to him. A pleased sound escaped her lips as Rann’s other hand closed around her back, holding her tight.
It was wild. Crazy. She knew that she shouldn’t be doing this. Her last relationship had ended only yesterday! She’d only met Rann yesterday as well!
Yet something was burning. She’d felt it in the locked gazes and brushed skin. It had been present in their voices, hidden just underneath the skin, out of sight but most certainly not out of mind.
Where had her courage come from, she wondered as Rann pulled her onto his lap with casual ease, maneuvering her thick curves as if she were a feather. Gayle gasped in delight as he relinquished his grip on her head and grabbed tightly around her waist, lifting her free until her knees settled on either side of his hips.
She leaned down into him, half pulling, half eagerly seeking out his mouth once more. Her body was on fire, and she needed to quench herself in him. There was no going back at this point. Caution had been thrown to the wind, and Gayle doubted she could exert self-control even if she wanted to. Which a large part of her didn’t.
Somewhere deep within her, a voice was crying out, saying that she should be taking her time, should be waiting until she’d gotten over the hurt and betrayal of Mikey and Karen.
But more of her was enamored with Rann and the hard lines of his body, a stark contrast to her softness. He was all muscle and edges, and she was all curves and thickness. Yet he didn’t seem to care. Their touches were equally frantic and intense. She hissed as his hands finally found her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, finding her nipples through the thick material of her bra.
Two can play that game, she decided, pushing her hand down between them, running the palm flat across the bulge that she’d been gently grinding her hips into. Fingers traced its length, and her eyebrows rose. Rann shrugged sheepishly at the unvoiced question.
“Oh my,” Gayle whispered softly, at once impressed by and a little nervous of what she was feeling.
And curious.
“You don’t have to…” Rann started to say.
“Hush,” she said, pressing a finger against his lips, working the fingers of her other hand up and down either side of the solid bulge in his pants.
Rann’s face tightened as she played with him, and Gayle’s smile turned wicked. He wasn’t the only one allowed to have fun. She watched him twitch and bite down on his lower lip for another handful of seconds before her desire to kiss him some more won out.
Hands slid under her shirt, and Gayle only barely hesitated as she lifted her arms for him, letting the shirt slide free.
“Everything okay?” Rann asked, as if he’d sensed the ever-so-slight twitch as he took her first piece of clothing off.
Maybe he had. He certainly was a perceptive one. Gayle wouldn’t put it past him. Or maybe her reaction had been more intense than she’d thought.
“Just some self-conscious mind games,” she said. “After all, you look like, well, you, and then I look…”
Rann growled, the sound running down her body, raising bumps across her bared flesh.
“I like the way you look,” he rumbled. “So lush and thick. Your skin…I love it.”
There was something about his voice, the unbridled desire of it, that washed over her like flames, burning away her reservations and raising her own core temperature to match the heat Rann was giving off.
“Good,” she hissed, grabbing both sides of