Come Hot (Club Silken #2) - Jerrie Alexander Page 0,22
I walk into the kitchen, which is not a lot different than my living room. The appliances are slate, the countertops are butcher block, and the color’s the same as the living room. I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and pour us both a glass. I also snag a couple of bottles of water. Kayla joins me and takes her drinks.
“It’s the apartment of a single man, who runs two different businesses—I assume rather well, or you wouldn’t be living in the penthouse.”
“Well said. I lived in constant chaos when I was a kid and it instilled a need for order in my life.” I watch her take a sip of wine then run her tongue across her bottom lip. Fuck. That simple act has blood flooding my cock. She turns, scans the dining area, and then downs her drink. I reach around her, take her glass, and put it on the counter. “Want another?”
“No, thanks.” Her voice is soft as she turns to face me. She looks up at me with raw desire in her eyes.
The need to taste her is too strong to hold back. Ever since the day she rode my thigh to orgasm, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good it would feel to be inside her when she comes. I drag her against my body. My kiss is harsh, demanding, and ravenous as a predator claiming his prey. My tongue meets hers and dives deep inside of her mouth, worshiping every surface. Kayla’s body quivers as my right hand slides up her side to cup her breast, while the left attacks her zipper. Unless she backs away, nothing will stop me from getting to her pussy.
Kayla catches my wrist and pushes me aside. For a split second, I think I’m moving too quickly. That thought vanishes when she deftly unzips and slides her jeans down her hips. I don’t hesitate to slide my fingers under her panties and two of them into her wet oven. “Fuck, you’re a volcano.”
“For you,” she says against my lips.
“Upstairs, straight down the hall. Get naked. Go.” My cock weeps as she backs off my hand to follow my instructions.
Her eyes are full of mischief as she pushes her jeans the rest of the way off, turns and runs up the stairs with me right behind her. Kayla stops at the side of my bed, pulls her shirt off and tosses it. Where? I don’t know or care. I stop moving toward her and watch as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. Her gaze locks on mine as she slowly eases the straps off her shoulders one at a time to reveal the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen. Her thumbs hook the edge of her panties and slide them off. She’s bare but for a tiny, blonde patch above her mound. I feel fire licking down my spine straight to my balls.
“Where do you want me?” This delicate woman with the face and skin of an angel almost makes me speechless.
“Sit on the side of the bed and open your legs.” Her skin flushes pink, but she does exactly what I say. “Wider.”
“Will you undress first? Please.”
“Because you asked and didn’t try to command me, I will. As time goes by, you’ll learn I’m the only one who makes decisions and demands in the bedroom.” I take my time undressing, carefully folding, and placing each article of clothing on the bench at the foot of the bed. I walk past her, letting her take her time looking and pull a handful of condoms from the bedside table. I toss them on the bed, walk to her, and drop to my knees.
Her gaze scans the number of condoms. “That’s kind of ambitious, isn’t it?”
I laugh out loud. “Here I’m thinking I’m going to have to be careful not to scare you off and you challenge me our first night together.”
Kayla pulled one corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. Her blue eyes shift from sky blue to navy. “I’m sorry?”
I laugh, take her legs in my hands, and pull her to the edge of the bed so her ass is almost hanging off. I drape her legs over my shoulders. She lifts on her elbows with her gaze locked on where the two of us will meet.
Blood rushes through my veins so fast all I can hear is my heart pounding. My fingers pull her lips apart. She’s