The Rebound - Noelle Adams Page 0,18

main event. He wasn’t even rushing to take off her clothes. He kissed her until she couldn’t see straight. Until she was moaning helplessly into his mouth. Until she was clawing at the bare skin of his back and trying to tug the towel off his hips.

Then finally—finally—he broke the kiss and started to take off her clothes, kissing all the skin he revealed.

This wasn’t a quick process either. It took a while until she was finally naked, and by that time she was so turned on she could feel the hot wetness between her thighs as she wound one leg around his hips.

“Shit, baby,” he murmured as he returned to her bare breasts. “You’re so hot. So gorgeous. I never dreamed you’d want to be with me.”

She’d always figured she was pretty enough, but she’d never felt gorgeous before.

Not until right now.

She’d been making a lot of silly sounds. Gasps and mews and groans. As he suckled one of her nipples, the sound that came out was closer to a sob than anything else.

Marlowe whined from right outside the bedroom door.

She giggled as Ken chuckled against her breast. He was smiling as he raised his head and met her eyes.

They grinned at each other, and she felt a tightening of affection in her chest before he returned to her nipple and completely distracted her from the unexpected feeling.

Ken clearly believed in foreplay. More than Josh had ever given her in the entire length of their relationship. He kissed and caressed her until she was literally begging him to make her come. Then he finally moved a hand between her legs to feel her arousal.

She couldn’t remember ever being this wet before. It was almost embarrassing. She arched up and moaned as he stroked her open and then penetrated her with two fingers.

“Damn. You’re so hot. So wet.” His eyes were almost awed as he gazed down on her naked, writhing figure. “You want this so much.”

“I do,” she gasped, tossing her head helplessly. “I want it... so much. Please. Please!”

She gripped fistfuls of the bedding as he started to pump his hand, fucking her with his fingers until she came hard with a silent scream. She’d thought it was over, but he kept it up, this time pairing it with his mouth on her breast. She came again before she knew to expect it, and this time her scream wasn’t so silent.

Marlowe gave a yap and another whimper from the hall.

Both of them were far too into this to let the dog distract them. Madeline was panting and pink all the way down to her stomach as Ken finally removed his hand and climbed farther up her body so he could kiss her mouth. The kiss was urgent and wet and needy. She wrapped her leg around him again and finally managed to pull off the towel so she could get her hands on his tight, bare ass.

He was hard. She could feel his erection poking into her belly. She wanted to see him, so she pushed him away enough to reach down and take his shaft in both her hands.

He closed his eyes and moaned as she stroked him. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

It wasn’t long before he pulled her hands away and reached for the condom packet. “We can do more of that later if you want,” he said with a half smile. “It’s been a long time for me, and I really don’t want to blow it too soon.”

She laughed and helped him roll on the condom. Then she pulled him down between her legs. They didn’t discuss positions. For the first time, missionary felt safe and secure, and there wasn’t anything in the world that could make this hotter for her.

He parted her legs and pushed one of her knees toward her shoulder as he slowly entered her.

She made a squeaky sound as he filled her, stretched her. He was big, and she was tight.

“Okay, baby?” His voice was as stretched as she felt.

“Yeah. Good. So good.”

He made a sound of relief as he finished his slow thrust. Then he held himself above her for a minute, breathing loudly and clearly trying to hold himself together.

She was glad of the reprieve since she felt like the top of her head might fly off. After a minute, he kissed her gently. It was unexpectedly sweet.

Then he started to thrust.

She was sure he was trying for a steady rhythm, but he was too far