“You c-c-an’t c-c-carry me.”
“I am carrying you. No need for you to walk through the snow.”
“But our c-c-clothes—”
“Will be fine.”
He carried her into the bathroom. After drying them both off, he led her to their bedroom. He stretched her out on her belly with a stern, “Don’t move,” as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand.
Celia was shivering when he pulled the covers over them.
He layered his body over hers to warm her, nestling his erection in the crack of her ass as he kissed her nape. Then his tongue inched down her spine one vertebra at a time. His fingers slid beneath her hip and stroked her slit with the same teasing motion his tongue used on her back.
She shifted and Kyle gave her a stinging slap on her ass that made her gasp.
“Stay still.” His mouth returned to teasing her ear. “I will touch you however I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, remember?” He slapped her other butt cheek. And then dragged her onto her knees, leaving her chest on the bed, stretching her arms above her head. Kissing the edges of her shoulder blades. Her skin had retained the warmth from the hot tub. Every section was so soft. Had he ever been obsessed with any woman’s body the way he was obsessed with hers?
No. Celia was an absolute feast for his senses and he wanted to gorge himself on her. Two, three, ten times a day. Every day. For the rest of his life.
Grabbing the bottle of lube, he poured a generous amount on his fingers and gently inserted them into her pu**y. His needs teetered between tenderness and roughness—wanting to spread her and impale her, but the thought of hurting her in a moment of lust-fueled haste made him slow down.
He slicked up his cock, circled the tip around her opening and slid home.
Celia sighed.
Kyle watched his c**k tunneling into her pu**y. Felt the intimate kiss when those inner muscles tightened around his dick. He layered his body over hers, absorbing her every reaction. His chest against her back made her arch closer. His face nestled in her nape sent gooseflesh cascading across her skin. His hands slid up her arms until he threaded his fingers through hers. “Hold on.” He eased out and slammed in.
Celia groaned. “Kyle. That feels…”
“For me too.” They both loved the quick pace, but he wanted something else for them this time. “I can’t hold off any longer,” he panted, stopping completely.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“I wanna come like this. Us touching from head to toe.” Kyle barely pumped his hips. Everything slowed down, but that somehow increased the intensity of their connection.
She turned her head toward his mouth. Their kisses were as languid as the movement of his body on hers, and just as hot. Celia came in a series of strong pulses that left her gasping his name.
That pushed him over the brink and he spiraled into bliss. His orgasm triggered something inside him besides a burst of physical pleasure. And he mumbled, “Christ. I love you.”
A beat of silence passed. “Kyle? What was that noise you just made?”
Afraid she might attribute his declaration of love to hot sex, he lied. “Crap. I have a butt cramp.”
She laughed. “We’re gonna wear out our body parts if we keep this up, Kyle.”
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
Chapter Fifteen
“There are a lot of people here for this baby shower,” Celia said to Kyle as they pulled into the nearly full parking area at the Split Rock.
“You sure there’s not a ball game goin’ on in the lounge?”
“You wish. But there will be plenty of games to keep you entertained.” She gave him a smug smile.
“I don’t like that look, Celia.”
Baby-shower virgin Kyle was in for an interesting afternoon.
Lainie burst outside as soon as they cleared the front steps. “Oh, good, you’re here. Let me take that.” She snatched the baby gift bag from Celia’s hand. “We’re running a little behind.” She pushed open the massive doors and paused in the slate-floored foyer. “Hand me your coats. Stay right here. I’ll be right back to show you to the dining room.” She disappeared around the corner.
Celia and Kyle exchanged a look. “Did she forget we know where the dining room is?”
He shrugged. “You’re the baby shower expert.” He invaded her space and stole a kiss. “How long will this shindig last?”
“A couple of hours probably. Why?”
“Because I’ve got plans for you.” He tipped her head back to nibble on her throat. “Naked plans.”
A wave of want washed over her.
“Goddamn, I love that sexy little noise you make when you’re turned on.”
“I make it a lot around you.”
“I know. Means I’m doin’ a great job with my husbandly duties.”
“Oh, for chrissake, you two. Get a room.”
Celia broke away from Kyle at the sound of Abe’s voice.
But Kyle merely chuckled, tucking her more firmly against his side. “Great idea. We are at a fancy resort. Wanna check out the hourly rates?”
She elbowed him and faced her brother. Both of her brothers. “Hey, guys. What’s up?”
“Lainie sent us to fetch you,” Hank said.
“Personal escorts? Is Renner afraid we’ll run off with the art or something?”
“You know…at Bran and Harper’s wedding you were eyeballing Braxton’s sculpture like it might fit in your purse,” Kyle said slyly.