Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,244

against the headboard. His feet pressed against the mattress to lift his hips farther into the embrace of his clasping fingers. Kendall slipped a finger inside herself, imagining it as Vincent’s cock. Her thumb beat a rapid pattern on her clit while she slid her finger as deep as it would go.

His cock would stretch her, fill her. She shuddered in the first wave of convulsions. Her clit pulsed and throbbed. On the other side of the wall, the sounds increased. She matched his pace.

He’d fuck her hard, wouldn’t he? A big man like that would engulf her. But she could ride him, grind her clit into that muscled stomach while his cock filled her tunnel and his big hands grabbed her hips. Now Kendall pressed her palm to her clit, pushing in time to the rhythm she heard on the other side of the wall.

She was close. She was coming, and he was, too. She could hear him. Hear the low, gentle moans and the harsh breath. She pressed herself to the wall and let the climax wash over her.

It hit her in four or five short, sharp bursts then faded into a series of languorous contractions that had her hips jerking with each one. She rested her forehead on the wall for a minute, spent, while the last waves of pleasure flowed through her. Then, with a sigh, she slid down with her back to the headboard.

Kendall couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Getting herself off in the shower was one thing, but masturbating while eavesdropping on someone doing the same thing? She should have felt dirty, but all she felt was ready for sleep. Her vagina was warm with satisfaction, though her mind wasn’t satisfied. It would take more than her imagination and right hand to rid her of the sexual ache.

She yawned around a smile. What would he do if he knew what had just happened? Had he been thinking of her while he stroked himself to orgasm? It wasn’t likely that she’d ever find out.

Then, from the spot on the wall just where his hand would reach if he lifted it above his head, Kendall heard a firm knock. Shave and a haircut.

She thought for a minute, then reached up and knocked her reply.

Two bits.

Chapter 7

By unspoken agreement, they spent the next day together. Breakfast. The beach. Lunch by the pool, where she trounced him soundly at checkers and he kicked her ass at backgammon. After lunch they each had more sessions with Dr. Marge, and after that, they stopped at the front desk to pick up the white envelopes that had their physical results.

“I got an A,” Vincent told her while she scanned her test.

Kendall rolled her eyes. “That’s your blood type.”

He flicked the paper at her. “I passed everything else, too, Frasier. Clean as a whistle.”

“Me, too.”

They stared at each other for a long, intense minute, pondering the implications of each knowing the other was clean. Vincent broke the spell. He tucked his paper into the pocket of his loose-fitting beach pants and then took hers. He folded it and put it in the pocket of her shirt. His fingers brushed her breast; her nipple sprang instantly to life.

“Congratulations,” he said. “I think that deserves a drink.”

She took him up on the offer, knowing there was more at stake here than just a clean-health slate for the job. But what did it mean? Could she do this? Fuck a man she might at some point have to work with?

“Want to take it back to the patio?” he asked her, and again she knew her answer meant more than just the location where they’d quench their thirst.

When they’d settled themselves into the battered rattan chairs around the sturdier table, Vincent didn’t waste any time.

“Frasier, are you the type of woman who likes one-night stands?”

She let her tongue taste the salt on the rim of her glass before answering. “They don’t generally interest me.”

“Good.” Her answer seemed to please him.

“What about you?” she asked. No sense in being coy, and besides, she was interested. Just because he didn’t have any STDs didn’t mean there wasn’t a sexual past.

“I’ve never slept with a woman only once.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “They always come back for seconds.”

She laughed at his good-natured self-assurance. “I never said I didn’t have one-night stands. I just said they didn’t interest me.”

He took a long pull on his beer bottle. “Why have them then?”

She shrugged and savored the sweet margarita