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  His face remained the study of heated indifference as he stared across the small distance between them. “If you say no, I’ll kiss the back of your hand, make plans to meet later for dinner, grab a room here, then jack off for a few hours. Or until I can think your name without my cock swelling up in reaction.”

  Was she a closet perv to find that imagery so sexy? The thought of Kale Winters, successful, singer, songwriter and America’s favorite son, masturbating to an image of her turned her on even more.

  “Good thing my answer is yes,” she whispered as a cheery ding sounded and the thick doors opened to her floor. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans if something happened to your favorite hand and you couldn’t play.”

  “Keep it up, Serena,” he warned softly. Heat and humor dueled in his gaze. Casually, he slipped one muscled arm around her waist and guided her out of the elevators and to the double dark oak doors at the end of the hall. “You’ve got me all hard and hot. The first time will be fast and rough, probably the second time too. By the third and fourth I should be able to last at least five minutes. When we hit an even half dozen, I’ll make up for the previous five.”

  As Kale took over the keycard duties again, she almost swallowed her tongue. Six? The man wanted to have sex with her six times in one night? Did he mainline Viagra? Shit, she would’ve been happy with a nice orgasm and some mild cuddling. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

  Wait how did he know which room was hers? “Hey,” she attempted to protest, “who told you which room I’m staying in?”

  “Delia.” they said in unison.

  A look of common understanding passed between them. Only her nosy, but well-meaning friend would reveal the information. Serena didn’t know if she should thank the other woman or shove her favorite Jimmy Choos into the nearest blender.

  “Serena?”

  “Huh? Oh sorry, just thinking about Delia and the best way to return the favor.”

  “And that’s the last time anyone but me is going to capture your attention for the next fourteen or so hours. I’m a greedy son-of-a-bitch and want you focused completely on me. ‘Cause you’re sure as hell the only thing on my mind.”

  His deep husky voice broke through her pussy’s rousing happy cheer while her brain wailed about soreness and pain. Mentally she slapped a nice neon pink strip of duct tape over each of them and focused her attention on the man standing patiently by her side.

  “Kale?”

  “We’re good?”

  “Oh, we’re going to be very good,” she assured the singer, brushing by his leanly muscled frame to stride into the dim living room. Dusk had fallen while they sparred in the bar and only shadows existed while the last rays of the sun glided over the walls.

  “Serena?” Why did her name sound so sexy and exotic tripping off his tongue?

  Dropping her stuff onto the coffee table she turned to face him, a small smile curving her mouth. “Kale?”

  “You’ve got one minute to make my words in the elevator a reality.”

  Precious seconds raced by before her brain kicked into gear. Of the fantasy he’d spoken of while they waited in the elevator. Shivers of desire heated her blood even as she kicked off her shoes and hustled her way down another hall to the master bedroom. “Get the lead out, Winters. I’m already ahead. Loser ends up at the winner’s whim.” She sent the words sailing over her shoulder. Her mouth watered at the thought of him and all his masculine glory at her mercy.

  Grasping her around the waist, he spun her around and pulled her against his chest. “Babe, so long as we’re naked, and I’m in you, my body is your playground.”

  He tightened his fingers on her hips until she was crushed against his stiff erection, his grip unyielding on her willing flesh. She gasped at the feel of his steely length through his blue jeans.

  Grasping the back of her head, he yanked her to his mouth in an unbreakable, claiming kiss. She struggled, not really wanting to get away, but needing to test his strength. He gave not an inch, and she capitulated, handing herself over to him. A moan escaped her.

  His kiss slowed and eased, becoming soothing instead of demanding before he brushed his tongue lightly over her lips.

  Withdrawing, Kale leaned his forehead against hers. His choppy breathing caressed her flushed cheeks. Without moving, he spoke in a low rough tone. “Rena, the things I want to do to you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her throat. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m having a tough time believing you’re actually here in my arms and not some dream that will leave me coming in my sheets like some teenager.”

  Sliding her arms up his chest to encircle his neck, she placed a chaste kiss over the throbbing pulse in his tanned neck. “No, dream, Kale. I’m here in your arms and I want you.”

  A shiver rocked him. “I’ve got so many plans for this sexy body of yours. I want to listen to you make breathy gasps while I make love to you. I need to hear you scream my name as you’re coming hot and wet around me. I want you so much, you’re all I can think of.” He gave her neck an sexy little bite.

  “Then take me.” She felt as desperate as he sounded. Her lower muscles clenched and unclenched, the ache building the longer she remained unfulfilled. If he brushed against her even with the clothes separating them, she’d come. He’d turned her on with not only his words, but his touch and desire. Her clit pulsed, frantic for the single touch to shove her over the cliff to unfamiliar pleasure.

  There would be time later to mull over her reactions to his dominant attitude. Without a single doubt, he would never harm or force her into something she didn’t want. Those things would be better explored at a later time. But right then she wanted to revel in his erotic attention.

  Passion burned as hot and fierce in his grass green eyes as it must in her own. For once she let her body take over while her mind drowned in the whirlpool of yearning, need, and lust crashing through her. Tilting her head back for another kiss, she slipped her hand between them to grasp the bottom of her shirt, then broke the kiss long enough to yank the material up and over her head.

  “Oh, damn, baby,” he said on a low exhale. “Please, God, if this is a dream please don’t ever let me wake up.”

  Teasingly, she rubbed her lace-covered breasts against the thin sprinkling of hair on his muscled chest. “I’ve been wet since I saw you in the bar, Kale. Please, don’t keep me waiting.”

  “Darlin’.” He groaned as though being tortured. “You can’t say things like that to me.”

  “Why not?” She traced her tongue around his ear. “Take my bra off, please? I want to feel you against me, skin to skin.”

  The words barely left her mouth before his hands disappeared around her back and the scrap of silk and lace went flying behind him. Looking down at her bare skin, he panted and grasped her hips. She reached around his neck, swollen breasts brushing his chest. His rough hands were warm and tender as he cupped her mounds, and she gasped when his thumbs rubbed her hard nipples.

  “There was a plan.” he muttered while taking small bites along her neck and shoulder. “You can’t get between a man and his plan.”

  “Fuck the plan.” She gasped, trying to squirm deeper into his embrace. Lifting her eyes to meet his, she said, “Better yet, fuck me.”

  Her words jerked him into action and then her clothes were gone and she stood before him naked, dripping cream and eager for his cock to stretch her. Lifting her until her bare ass rested on the oak hall table, he stepped back for a moment.

  Kale ran his gaze over her naked flesh, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He palmed her not-so-flat stomach then slid his hands over her thighs, parting them. The tips of his fingers slipped over the triangle of damp curls covering her swollen clit. Her nails dug into the tough skin of his upper arms as his finger slid easily into her drenched lips, stroking over her clit then beyond it to her pulsing, flush inner lips.

  His answering need reflected in his eyes before he kissed her again, and teased his fingers over
her aching cunt. She tried to keep the moans and gasps of pleasure to herself. Experience with her few previous lovers taught her men didn’t like a vocal lover. Instead of letting the passion spill from her mouth, Serena bit her bottom lip.

  The tension filling her muscles and her rigid hold on self-control must have clued him in because he lifted his mouth from her wet nipple. “Don’t hold back from me. I want to hear that cry coming from those sweet lips of yours. Everything you do and say turns me on. Besides, I like hearing you enjoy my touch. When you moan, I know what I’m doing feels good to you.”

  “Everything,” she demanded. “Everything you do feels amazing. God, I can’t believe how badly I want you inside me.”

  Her traitorous, overexcited body already raced toward orgasm, but she willed it back. She wanted this too much to come so easily, and experience taught her multiple orgasms were a thing of myth.

  Instinct had to guide him to her needs and the way she shut down her body’s need for release. He grasped her wet thighs then gently spread them and knelt in front of her.

  He leaned between her quivering legs, dipped his head down and inhaled deeply. “So fucking good, Serena. You smell better than any dream I could come up with.” Their gazes locked as a flush covered her skin. “I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since the first time I saw your face. I was harder than a sixteen-year-old boy in the girl’s locker room just hearing you laugh. I’m going to feast on you, suck every drop of honey from your dripping pussy. Better make sure this is what you wan, because once I get the taste of you in my mouth, I can’t promise anything. I’ve a feeling you’re going to go straight to my head just like a good whiskey.”

  She moaned and nodded, unable to do anything else in the face of his honest desire. All sane thoughts scattered as his hot mouth descended on her core and his callused hands stroked her thighs, lifting one to rest on his steely shoulder without ever removing his talented tongue and hot mouth from her pussy. A rush of pleasure shot through her system as he sucked her clit and slid two fingers straight into her.

  “Fuck, but you taste good.”

  The pleasure and the pressure to move against him built within her, but Serena refused to give into it, not without him. She wanted to give as much erotic pleasure as he gave her.

  “Let me touch you,” she pleaded. “I want to….” The words trailed off as images of all the delicious naughty things she wanted to do with Kale Winters raced through her mind. Damn, the man turned her into a nympho with only a stroke of his hand and lick of his tongue.

  “Oh, baby.” He soothed her swollen clit. “One touch of your pretty little hands, and I’ll come faster than a rocket on a launch pad. Besides,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin of her thigh, “I only want one thing. I want you to come for me. To come in my mouth, squeezing my fingers and screaming my name.”

  He laved her cunt, licking and tasting her desire, groaning happily as more flowed from her pussy into his eager mouth. He closed his lips on the flesh surrounding her clit, sucking and tonguing it repeatedly. The rhythm swirled through her, dragging her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Kale,” she pleaded, sliding her hands through the silky softness of his hair. Pulling him closer, needing him deeper, she rode his tongue and fingers. “Oh…don’t stop…oh yes, right there. Kale!” The muscles in her neck could no longer support her head. The words turned into harsh demands, pleading cries, and sobs to never stop. She flexed her hips, following his powerful rhythm. She took everything he gave her and demanded more.

  The explosion destroyed her world. She gasped for breath, her vision went black, and pleasure, so sure and deep, sent a riot of ecstasy through her.

  When the world finally reformed, he still knelt between her thighs, licking and teasing her clit. He didn’t give her time to come completely down from her orgasm, but kept her at the edge of an even more explosive peak. He stroked her again, slipping his thick fingers into her cunt, raising her need higher.

  But she didn’t want this satisfaction, not alone. “Kale.” She was desperate for him, for the feel of him joining their bodies together. “Inside me, please. I want to come around you.”

  A shiver raced through him. Several tense seconds passed before he raised his head. “You sure, baby? Because it’s not a hardship eating all this honey of yours.”

  Embarrassment colored her cheeks, but she kept her head up. “Yes,” she said in a soft, but firm voice. “I need you inside me, filling all the empty spaces.” She reached down to tug at his belt until he finally took pity on her fumbling fingers and took over the task for her.

  “Shit, darlin’.” He breathed heavily. “How can I resist such a sweet offer when I’ve wanted nothing more than to sink into your sweet pussy for months?” He used his nimble fingers to unbutton his jeans then slid them and his boxers down until his heavy cock popped out.

  Staring at the thick length, Serena licked her lips and jerked in surprise when his strong hands grasped her hips tightly and squeezed. “You keep licking those sweet lips, and it’ll be over before we get started.”

  Nodding, she couldn’t stop her gaze from wandering to his cock. Her heart galloped at the sight, her mouth watered, and her pussy clenched again in desperate need.

  “You’re so big, Kale. So wide,” she murmured. Reaching for it, she drew a low deep groan from his throat. Her fingers wouldn’t meet when she stroked him, up and down with a firm grasp, until he helplessly followed her motions with his hips.

  “Darlin’, stop.” He pulled her hand away from his rod. “I want to come, buried deep in your hot channel, not in your hand.”

  “Then hurry up.” She wondered who this pushy, demanding sex vixen taking over her brain was.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He grabbed a condom from his back pocket then quickly rolled it on. Their glances drifted from the intimate joining when he slid the wide head of his erection to her opening.

  “You want this?”

  She nodded, her hands white-knuckled around the oak table beneath her. “Inside me,” she pleaded. “Want to feel you stroking deep.”

  In a move that captured her heart, Kale leaned over and dropped a tender, sweet kiss to her forehead. “Anything and everything you want.” Low growls vibrated through his chest as he pushed past her tight tissues.

  “Fuck, so tight, baby. Fisting my cock, so good.”

  “More.” She tried to arch up to take more of him. “Damn you, move.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she promised, a desperate needy tone rising in her voice. “Just keep it slow and steady, and I’ll take all of you.” She canted her lower body enough to have him push in a few inches.

  His face showed the strain of his patience as his moved farther into her. He pulled back before moving in a little deeper. Her cream coated his cock with each stroke and made every push slicker and easier. He filled her tingling pussy with his beautiful cock, lifting her so her ass was perched on the edge of the narrow table. He speared into her while her legs were around his hips, and she reveled in the joining.

  “You okay, darlin’?” He dropped moist kisses up her neck before nibbling the lobe of her ear.

  “Ohhhhh, yes…just fuckin’ perfect,” she praised. “So thick, you fill me up until I can’t breathe without tasting you.”

  “Aw, damn, baby.” He dragged his cock along her swollen clit with each stroke, destroying her one-orgasm-per-person belief. “You’re so sweet and tight, clasping me until it’s all I can do not to slam into you deep and hard. So good.” His words ended on a growl when she squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around him. Then repeated the move when he slid back deeply.

  Her fingers burrowed into the tough flesh of his shoulders. “Never been this good,” she cried. “Oh shit, Kale, I’m going to come again.” Pressing her heels into the hard globes of his ass, she reveled in the pleasure-pain of the massive cock impaling her cunt. “You feel so good…more…don’t stop, don’t you dare
fucking stop!”

  She buried her lips against his damp throat, arching and convulsing around him when another orgasm owned her before the first died out.

  He came with a harsh groan and joined her. “Fuck yes, Serena!” His seed pulsed into the thin latex barrier with each long, powerful stroke. He sucked sweetly at her sensitive nipples and stayed buried deep within her, warm and hard, while they caught their breath and came down from the sensual high.

  “Baby, as blistering as that was,” he confessed, once more touching their foreheads together, “I want you someplace comfortable because once you let me in your pussy again, I don’t plan on leaving for a long, long time.”

  She gulped past the lump of lust, confusion and an unexplainable, tender emotion rising in her throat. Instead she tried to lighten the building tension. “Sounds like a plan to me, cowboy, and as soon as my legs remember how to work, I’ll take you up on your sexy offer.”

  There was a moment of silence as she waited to see if Kale would allow her to change the mood. She sighed with relief when he raised his head to grin at her playfully.

  “Darlin’, far as I’m concerned, your days of walking on your own two feet are over.”

  Before she could question his words, he slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her into his arms, her legs automatically winding around his trim waist. His cock twitched and stretched inside her, and they both moaned at the erotic contact. Less intense contractions squeezed his growing length.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. I love feeling you tighten around me.”

  “You’re filling me up again. How is it…isn’t it too soon?” Was it stupid to question the reality of his cock already eager again so fast? She’d never heard of that happening outside of a Viagra commercial.

  “Knew it would be like this with you.” He placed gentle kisses along her face. “Knew I’d never be able to get enough of you, or from you.”

  She wanted to ask questions at that confession, to probe him for answers, to find out if what they were doing might lead to more than one night of amazing sex in a historic hotel.