tension drain away. The sad things he'd seen on his shift, the worry he'd walked into when he'd caught Jane arguing with the nanny; they both evaporated as he caught Kayla closer against him. "But what do you say, honey?"
"I say..." She looped her arms around his neck.
"I say, take me to bed, Mick, and we'll concern ourselves with later...well, later."
It wasn't only fatigue and problems that dissipated in Kayla's room, though. Mick felt the years drop away, too. He was young again, the sensation of a woman next to him almost brand-new. His chest tightened as he unbuttoned her top and he saw her breasts swell over the cups of her bra. His thumb found the already-hard tips, and that was like a miracle, too.
"You're beautiful," he said. "You want me."
"Well, duh," she said, laughing at him, as she attacked the snap of his jeans.
They fought each other for supremacy then, each determined to get the other naked. He ended up picking her up and tossing her onto the mattress, then following her down to get the job done. But she shifted, straddling his hips so that their jeans were pressed together and her sweet breasts bounced into his range of vision.
He skated his palms up her sleek back and jackknifed forward to catch a nipple in his mouth. Sucking strongly, he felt her response through two layers of denim. She wriggled against him, her damp heat against his rigid erection. When he switched to lick the other nipple, she moaned and he yanked at her button and zipper, loosening her pants enough so he could run his hands beneath them and her panties. His hands cupped luscious curves as he pressed his hips upward, giving her the friction she needed.
"Mick." Her reedy voice had him moving again, switching spots with her so she was on the bottom and he loomed over her slender figure. With a sweep and tug, he had her naked. "Oh, God," she whispered as he bent low to take her mouth and his knee pressed into the juncture of her thighs.
"I want to make you feel good," he said, then slid his mouth along her cheek to her ear. "I want you to come in my hand and in my mouth and then I want to come inside you."
She shuddered. "We need to get your clothes off, then."
"My intentions are good, but my will is weak," he said. "I think I'll keep my pants on until we've completed step one and step two of my plan."
She protested, and even tried tugging at his hair, but firefighters could be single-minded when they had to be. While he loved her touch anywhere on him, he ignored it as he scooted down on the mattress. He ran his tongue around one areola, playing with the silky and wet folds between her legs.
She was swollen there, open for him already, and he took her with two fingers, then drew them out to paint them over the rigid nub at the top of her sex. Kayla made sounds, sweet, sweet sounds, and he used them as his guidebook to her pleasure.
Indirect pressure and fast rhythm there, strong suction and the edges of his teeth here. Thank God he'd kept his pants on, but even then he was pressing hard against her lean flank, his own pleasure tightening, tightening.
She broke with a cry and he clamped down harder on his needs. For Kayla, for Kayla, for Kayla, he chanted in his head, and when her tremors calmed, he slid lower, pushing up and outward on her knees.
"Oh, my God," she said, her fingers clutching weakly at his hair. "I can't."
"Just try," he whispered, then blew air against that pink, glistening skin. She twitched, and then again as he breathed onto her pretty flesh a second time. When his tongue touched down her hand fell to the bed.
She tasted creamy-salty-sweet and he took her flavor into his mouth over and over and over, his tongue flat, his tongue flickering, his tongue telling her how lovely she was for sharing this with him in a soft rhythm and in a hard-driving pulse.
"Mick..." Her voice was breathless. "I can't..."
He knew how to coax. Kids on bicycles. Dogs from drainpipes. Frightened people from twisted metal. "Sure you can," he said. "I'm right here. I'll catch you. C'mon, Kayla."
And then she did come. And he held her quaking hips in his big hands and felt higher than he did when he'd climbed his first extension