Drawn Deeper (12 page)

He arched his brows with amusement. “I take it the kids are, too?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re a bad influence.” He winked at me, and I warmed all over.

“Let’s go,” Jordan said, tugging on my arm.

“Don’t forget your glove,” Kyle called after us.

I dropped Jordan off at the baseball diamonds, drawing a glance from Louisa Jones, who had graduated high school with me and was dropping off her son.

But I was out of energy to care for the day. I went home, changed into my running clothes and shoes, and went for a long, mind-clearing run through town.

At least, it was mostly clear. I couldn’t get rid of the thoughts about Kyle kissing my neck and pressing my body against his. Or the vulnerability in his eyes as he told me he’d never had a blow job. Or my burning desire to give him one.

There was no amount of running that would take away those thoughts.

Kyle

The weekdays passed by painfully slow. I was focused at work and at home, but when I had downtime on the drive to work or after the kids were in bed, my mind wandered to Meredith.

I wondered what she was doing, and I replayed our evening together over and over. When I was fantasizing about her in bed one night, a thought slipped into my head unconsciously.

Reed had fucked her.

I tried to force the thought—and the images—from my mind, but I couldn’t. He’d probably been her first. It wasn’t jealousy that I felt—hell, she was eight years younger than me, and I couldn’t have been with her back then—but it was something I didn’t like.

He’d been places I hadn’t. He’d gotten her off. Her long, perfect legs had been wrapped around his waist with nothing between their bodies.

It was an odd feeling. I’d never been with a woman one of my brothers had been with. It was sort of an unspoken rule that we didn’t go there.

He knew how she sounded when she came. She’d probably done all sorts of dirty things with him when they were together.

And now I wanted her to do all those things with me. What would it be like for her? Would she compare the two of us?

From my one evening with Meredith, I could tell sex wasn’t a chore for her. The way she’d moaned and rocked her hips against mine in the hot tub had shown me she was just as worked up as I was. I’d never experienced that.

Sex with Kim had always been perfunctory—her on her back, me on top, I fucked her until we both came. She’d never been open to anything else. Why mess with what’s already working fine, she’d said?

It was how she’d gotten her way when she wanted something from me—by withholding sex. Vacations, jewelry, and the addition on our house had all been granted when I couldn’t take any more blue balls.

Sex after giving her something she wanted had always felt tinged to me. She didn’t want
me
, she wanted things, and sex was her only hold on me.

A woman who enjoyed sex purely for what it was? That sounded like an impossible dream to me.

Until now. Meredith had no reason to pretend to want me, and I wanted her more than my next breath. I felt like I was counting the minutes until she came over Friday night.

I’d dropped the boys off with my parents and was making homemade pizza when she rang the doorbell.

“Hey,” she said when I opened the door.

“Hi.”

She bit her lip as she walked inside. “There’s something very sexy about you drying your hands off on that dish towel.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Maybe it’s your big, manly hands doing something so domestic.”

“So you checked my hand size?”

She laughed and took me by surprise when she grabbed a handful of my shirt and tipped her face up to mine. “I already know what you’ve got going on down there, Lockhart. You tortured me with it last weekend.”

“Tortured, huh?”

“Don’t worry, Dickory finished what you didn’t.”

I dropped the dish towel, groaned, and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. “I’ll finish it right fucking now if you want.”

“Do you want to? In general, I mean? Have sex with me?”

“Are you serious?”

She flushed. “Kind of. I mean, we both said we don’t have casual sex.”

“You wouldn’t be casual to me. But if you don’t want to—”

“No, I do.”

She looked up at me through thick, dark lashes, her chest rising and falling against mine. I couldn’t take it—I shoved her against the wall, cushioning the back of her head with my hand, and crushed my mouth to hers in a hard, punishing kiss.

I felt her moan vibrating against my chest as she wrapped a leg around my waist and pressed her body to mine, practically climbing me.

The heat between us was more than physical. I craved her on a deep, primal level I had no control over.

“We can skip dinner,” I murmured in her ear.

“It smells so good, though.” She slid down me, her feet landing on the floor. “And we have all night, right?”

“We do.”

She cupped my cheeks in her hands and gave me a serious look. “The way you look at me . . . it makes me feel amazing. Sexy.”

“You’re unbelievably sexy.”

“Not in my mind. It’s been so long that . . .” She cleared her throat. “What I’m trying to say is, I feel the same way about you. I think you’re crazy sexy. And you’re like me—not getting laid by someone new every week. I like that.”

I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed her knuckles, then led her into the kitchen.

“Pizza and white wine or beer,” I said. “Figured we probably shouldn’t mix them again.”

She smiled. “So we don’t end up passed out in bed by ten?”

“Pretty much. And I can’t drink at all because I’m on call.”

“You might have to go into work?”

“Only if there’s an emergency. The on-call surgeon has the flu so we switched weekends.”

We talked about work and the boys over dinner. I was getting to know Meredith better, and I’d figured out she wasn’t one to talk about herself. I had to pry that stuff out of her. There was an underlying self-consciousness to her, which was hard to believe.

When we were done eating, she picked up the dishes from the table before I could get to them and took them to the sink to rinse.

I approached her from behind, put my arms around her waist, and spoke in her ear. “Leave those.”

Her long dress was sleeveless, and I felt goose bumps break out on her arms. She set down the plate in her hand, and I leaned down to brush her hair aside and kiss her neck.

Sighing softly, she tipped her head to the side, and I kissed all the way up her neck and back down again, sliding down the shoulder of her dress.

“Kyle,” she whispered, pushing her ass back against me.

At my height, my erection was halfway on her lower back, but I still felt a hot, clawing need for her when she rubbed against me like that.

I lowered my hands to gather the bottom of her dress, working it up until it was around her waist. She gasped and then moaned as I ran my palms over the silky fabric of her panties and then down her bare thighs.

“You want me in here tonight?” I said in her ear, slipping my fingers beneath the seam of her panties.

“Oh, God.” She braced her hands against the counter and let her head fall back against my chest. “Yes.”

“I bet this pussy tastes sweet, doesn’t it?”

She spun around and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body to mine and kissing me hard. I kept her dress hiked up so I could slide my hands under her panties and squeeze her ass.

Her moan told me she liked it when I was a little rough with her. That was uncharted and very hot territory for me.

I pulled away from her and spoke against her mouth. “Bend over the island and show me your ass.”

As her chest rose and fell breathlessly, she licked her lips and went to the island, facing it. My cock throbbed with need for her as she hiked the dress around her hips and then shimmied a little as she slid her panties down.

“Stop right there,” I said when they were past her ass and around her upper thighs.

I couldn’t let myself get too close to her pussy yet, or I’d lose what little control I had.

She leaned her elbows on the island, and I approached, eyeing her perfect, round ass. I ran my palm over the soft curves of it, and she sighed.

“Smack me,” she said in a tone so low it was almost a whisper.

I closed my eyes and forced myself not to cream in my pants. Fuck. This was the stuff of my fantasies—a gorgeous woman with a sexual appetite that included a little kink.

I drew my hand back and smacked one cheek, then the other. Then I did it again, a little harder, and Meredith whimpered and clutched the edge of the island’s counter.

“That’s a good sound, right?” I asked, concerned I might’ve hurt her.

“Very good.” There was a smile in her voice. “I’ve never asked for that, but I’ve always wanted to.”

I leaned over her back and spoke in her ear. “You can ask me for anything. And tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”

“I will. And . . . same with you.”

“I honestly don’t think you could do anything I wouldn’t like. And I’m six five and two hundred and ten pounds, so you can’t hurt me.”

She turned to face me. “You’re worried you’ll hurt me?”

“I’m a big guy. Sometimes I forget my own strength.”

“I’m a very sturdy girl. Please don’t worry about that. I don’t want you to hold back.”

I arched a brow. “You sure about that?”

“Very sure. And so turned on.”

I grabbed her waist and flipped her back around, dropping to my knees behind her. My hands were practically shaking with desire as I ran them up and down the backs of her thighs to her ass.

When I leaned forward and kissed one of her ass cheeks, she sucked in a breath. I kissed the other one and then nipped at it like I’d been dying to do since the moment she’d pulled her panties down.

“Oh . . . shit,” she said softly. “That feels good.”

I eased her panties down a couple more inches, and she made a panting sound. My cock was straining against my pants, my balls tight and aching.

When I ran my hands back up to her ass and squeezed it, she moaned. I stood up and pressed my chest to her back, pulling her dress off over her head.

She tipped her head back against my chest and wrapped an arm around my neck. I let my hands wander up and down her soft, perfect skin, squeezing her breasts through her bra, tracing the lines of her collarbone with my fingertips.

“I’m dying to make you come,” I said in her ear.

“Same.” She wound her fingers up into my hair and tugged.

“Why don’t we go into the bedroom?”

“Yes.”

She eased out from in front of me and slid her panties the rest of the way down, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them. My mouth went dry as I took her in.

Fucking hell, was she gorgeous. So tall and lean and completely bare between her thighs. Thank God my blinds were down, or my neighbor Tom might have a heart attack just from looking through the windows of my breakfast nook.

Self-consciousness flickered across her expression as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. I stroked a hand across my bulging erection, hoping she’d see that she couldn’t be any more perfect in my eyes.

She let the bra fall to the floor, and I drank in the absolute magnificence of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said. “I could just look at you all night.”

She smiled and came closer. “I have something else in mind, actually. Show me to the bedroom?”

I led the way while half turned around, unable to look away from her. The bounce of her tits was worth running into the wall over, and I did—twice.

When we got to the bedroom, she put a palm on my chest and met my gaze. “Stand at the foot of the bed and face me.”

I wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless, but I wanted to please her even more, so I did what she asked.

She stood in front of me and tugged my T-shirt up and over my head. As she reached for the button and fly on my jeans to unfasten them, she kissed my chest, her lips leaving a soft, sweet trail on my skin.

I could have come at that moment, without her even touching me. The reverence I felt in her touch was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I kept myself under control as she slid down my jeans and got to her knees in front of me.

She’d left my boxer briefs on, and she ran her tongue over my cock through the fabric.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled, clenching my hands into fists at my sides.

“I want this,” she said, stroking me through the briefs. “I want every inch of you in my mouth, Kyle.”

I swallowed hard and ran my hand over her hair, my blood pumping hard. Every muscle in my body was clenched as she slid down my briefs and my cock jutted out and into her face.

She pulled my jeans and boxer briefs off and threw them to the side, then told me to sit down.

“Tell me what feels good,” she said softly, leaning her face into my lap.

Her warm breath on the tip of my dick made my mouth drop open, and then I felt her warm, wet mouth on me and I groaned loudly.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt. Her soft lips and tongue felt like heaven. Not one inch of me went untouched as she licked and teased. I was breathing hard, telling myself to hold on and savor this for as long as possible.