few seconds to collect myself before I can take him in my hand again. He’s covered in my wetness. It’s easy work stroking him now. Kent is breathing so hard he’s all I can hear. I find immense pleasure pleasuring him. It gives me the courage I need to lean down and put him in my mouth. I place the tip of him between my lips, and then close them around him. His body tenses beneath me and my sheets are knotted in his fists. He likes it. I take more of him until he teases the back my throat. My lips stretch almost painfully with his girth. Still, I want more, moving my head up and down rapidly as his thickness enters and exits my mouth.
He reaches down suddenly like he’s going to stop me, but it’s too late. His semen shoots into the back of my throat. It’s hot and salty, sliding down my throat without warning. He lurches forward again as a second wave shoots into my mouth. When he relaxes around my tongue I pull him out and glare at him.
“I’m sorry,” he huffs, clearly not sorry. His grin is lazy and sexy. “I never come that fast. Having your smart mouth on me was too much to handle.”
I lick my lips and swallow the remainder, not mad he did that but mad because it means we’re done. “Are we done?”
“What? No.” He laughs huskily, his tone unbelieving. “You’re amazing, Rain.”
“We’re done, aren’t we?”
“What? No.” He laughs again, this time suspiciously less buoyant. “Come here.”
I crawl up his body and fold myself against his side, resting my head on his chest. “We’re done.”
His laugh is half asleep. His lips fumble through his exhaustion for me. I reach up and meet them, trying not to laugh at his expression. He’s fighting sleep so hard he looks drunk.
“Sleep.” I kiss him once more. “We can finish when you wake up.”
Still, he fights it, kissing me softly. “I’m falling for you, Rain,” he mumbles, his voice deep and exhausted. “I’ve been falling since I opened the door.”
“What?” I touch his chest but he’s already out. “Kent?” I huff in irritation and lie back down, snuggling against him.
He’s falling for me?
What does that mean? For some reason I picture his eyes. Every time I look into them I fall headfirst. I think to some degree it’s a choice to go in headfirst. Some people fall on accident, flailing clumsily as they wait for the painful impact. Others fling themselves over the edge waiting for it. Some know what they’re falling for. I chose Kent Nicholson and I have been falling ever since.
I pull the covers over us and rest against his body, listening to his heartbeat as I trace his chest, his little pink nipples, and down his abs to his pubic hair. I delve my fingers inside of the patch, letting the silky fair hairs caress me. I fall asleep tracing his abs and am awoken by a gentle shove.
I roll over and blink sleepily at James. He stares down at my breasts with a goofy grin on his face.
I gasp and pull the sheets up to my chin. “What?” I growl, despite his inability to hear me.
He holds my cell out and Becca’s smiling face looks back at me. Oh no. Becca. I grab the phone and give James an apologetic smile before he leaves the room.
Before the call can go to voicemail I answer it. “Becca, I’m sorry. I overslept.”
She’s quiet on the other end.
Uh-oh. Quiet Becca is a dangerous Becca. “Becca?” I ask softly.
“Terminal A,” is all she says.
Crap. I drop my phone and cover my face with my hand. Beside me Kent stirs. “Rain?” he asks, fumbling for me. When he finds me he wraps his arms around me. “Rain,” he repeats, like he found what he was looking for.
“I have to go pick up Becca at the airport.”
“All right.” But he doesn’t let me go.
“Now.”
“Got it.” He tightens his hold on me. “You can leave at any time. But you have to give me a kiss first.”
“Morning breath,” I chastise. Always with the morning kisses. “You know I don’t like it.”
“Then you’re not leaving.” He throws his legs over me, his naked body fitting with mine.
The way he feels wrapped around me is intoxicating. I want to stay here in his arms until life rips us apart.
I roll over and touch his handsome face and lean in, kissing him softly. But Kent doesn’t want