Drawn Deeper (16 page)

Kyle

Meredith’s brick bungalow had a shady yard full of mature trees, a swing on the front porch, and baskets of flowers on either side of the front step.

When I knocked on the front door, she answered it wearing a red dress that came to her knees, an apron covering the front of it. Her hair was pulled up, but a few strands had escaped.

“Hey, I’m ready for you,” she said with a smile.

I knew she meant the dinner she’d made, but my thoughts were already in the bedroom. I was beyond ready to be inside her and find out exactly what she liked. Meredith’s combination of sexy and sweet had my self-control hanging by a fine thread.

She’d made chicken parmesan, and it smelled amazing. I checked out her living room on the way to the kitchen. She had a dark purple sofa with a blanket folded neatly over the back and cream chairs flanking a brick fireplace mantle. Bookcases were lined with books and a few photos, and there were several houseplants.

Her place had the cozy touches mine was missing. I liked it.

“I brought white wine,” I said, setting it on the counter. “You have a corkscrew?”

She handed me one, and I opened the wine while sneaking glances at her.

“How was work?” I asked her. “You ran out of my place so fast when I got home, I didn’t get a chance to ask you.”

“I had to get home to make dinner,” she said, laughing lightly. “Work was work. What about you?”

“It was a good day. One of those days where everything felt right.”

“I like that,” she said, meeting my eyes across the kitchen island.

“Or everything might have felt right because I knew I was seeing you tonight.”

She flushed slightly. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. All week, actually.”

“Me, too. I’ve been thinking . . . maybe we should slow down on the physical stuff. Just some hand-holding and maybe a peck on the cheek at the end of the night.”

Her brows flew up in surprise. “Oh . . . yeah, if that’s what you—”

“I’m kidding, Mer. Your face just then, though . . . that was great.”

I laughed, and she tossed a slice of red pepper from the salad at me. It bounced off my chest, and I picked it up from the island and ate it.

“Peck on the cheek, my ass,” she muttered.

“You want me to peck your ass cheek? You know I’m all about that. Fuck dinner, let’s get that dress off you.”

I came around to the other side of the island, picked her up, and set her on the island counter, pushing her legs apart so I could stand between them. She drew in a sharp breath as I ran my palm up her thigh and slid a fingertip beneath her panties at the hip.

She wrapped her hands around my neck, toying with the hair at my nape. “Kyle Lockhart, you may be the worst man in town for me to feel this way about, but I can’t help myself.”

“How do you feel about me?” I ran my other hand under her cotton dress to cup one of her breasts.

“Right now?” She bit her lower lip and smiled. “Hot and achy and very wet.”

With a low groan, I pinched her nipple and bent my face to her neck. I kissed it as I slid my finger lower into her panties, unable to keep myself from finding out just
how
wet she was.

Fuck. Really wet.

“I want you, Mer,” I said in her ear.

“I want you, too.”

I straightened and leaned back a little to meet her eyes.

“Can I ask you something without it killing the mood?”

“Sure.” She wrapped her legs around my waist.

“What did Reed call you when the two of you were alone?”

She lowered her brows and considered. “Hmm . . . it’s been so long . . . I guess he called me ‘babe’ on occasion. He wasn’t much for that kind of thing, though.”

I worked her dress up her legs until I could see the skimpy black scrap of silky fabric covering her pussy.

“Did he ever call you ‘Mer’?”

“No.”

“That’s just mine, then.” I dipped my face back to her neck, and she put a hand on my chest to push me back.

“Kyle,” she said seriously. “There’s no part of me attached to Reed anymore. That’s in the past. Everything about this thing between us is yours and mine. No one else’s.”

“You don’t think you’ll compare the two of us in bed?”

Her eyes lit up, and she laughed. “God, no. I was a seventeen-year-old virgin when Reed and I slept together for the first time. It was always sweet and good between us, but now . . . Now I’m a twenty-nine-year-old woman who knows what she wants. I know my body inside and out. I know sex can be fun and hot and dirty. That’s what I want. I want a partner who will be daring with me. Someone who cares about me but can also fuck the shit out of me. I’ve never had both of those at the same time.”

“Me either. And I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”

She tightened her legs around my waist. “Let’s make a deal. Don’t worry about me comparing you to Reed, and I won’t worry about you comparing me to Kim. I’ll make sure I’m the only woman on your mind when we’re in bed.”

My blood was pumping hard and fast. Sex for nothing but straight-up satisfaction. I’d never had that in my life. There was no price to be paid with Meredith.

“Lean back on your hands,” I said.

As soon as she did, I eased her hips into the air and took hold of her panties, pulling them down until they were around her ankles. I bent down and put her feet on my shoulders, her panties at the back of my neck.

And then I looked at her for nothing but my own gratification. Fuck, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. Her pussy was shaved bare, and moisture glistened on it as I pushed back her thighs to get a view inside her.

“You want me in there, don’t you?” I met her eyes and ran my thumb up the length of her slit to her clit, which I circled.

“Oh, shit.” She moaned and arched her back. “Yes.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I said, shaking my head.

“What?” Her mouth dropped open in disbelief.

I smiled. “It’s just too hard. There are so many places I want to come on you, and I can’t decide where to start. Should I pull my dick out when I’m done and come on your sore, well-fucked pussy? Or should I cream all over those perfect tits?”

“Oh, Jesus.” She was circling her hips now, trying to get more friction from my finger on her clit.

“Maybe I should take you from behind and pull out and come all over that luscious ass. All over the red marks I’m going to leave when I spank you.”

“Fuck me,” she said, meeting my eyes. The desperate moan in her voice made my cock swell.

“Oh, I’m going to. But first I need to decide where to come. You see my dilemma?”

I turned my face to her leg and kissed her thigh, easing my thumb away from her clit.

“Kyle, please.” Her breathy tone filled me with certainty.

Nothing had ever felt so right. With her, I could do and say the dirty things I’d never spoken aloud to a woman. It was my wildest dream come true.

I moved one hand to her breast, squeezing it as I ran the other hand down the length of her leg. I held her foot beneath its black high heel and kissed her ankle.

“Harder,” she said, her tone nearly a whimper. “Squeeze harder.”

I jerked down her bra and squeezed her bare breast in my hand, pinching the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The harder I pinched, the louder she moaned.

I took off her shoe and dropped it and her panties to the floor. Then I put my hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wide open.

As I lowered my face to her thighs, Meredith took a handful of my hair and pulled hard.

“Yes,” she cried. “Do it, please. I’m so close.”

I met her eyes and smiled innocently. “You want me to suck on your clit until you come in my mouth?”

“Yes.” She was breathing hard. “I’m so close.”

“Did I ever tell you I considered becoming an OB before I decided to specialize in surgery?”

“What?” Her expression was confused and desperate.

“Yeah.” I kept my hands on her thighs. “Lovely needed an OB and a surgeon. So I was taking the OB/GYN classes thinking I’d specialize in that. And I paid very close attention.”

I lightly blew air on her spread pussy, and she shivered and moaned.

“Did you know that the longer a woman stays in an aroused state before orgasm, the harder that orgasm will be when she reaches it?” I asked.

“I . . . don’t . . .
yes
. Oh God, Kyle, I’m so wet right now.”

I kissed her inner thighs, seeing that she was too close to the edge for me to go near her pussy right now. I’d waited so long for this; I wasn’t about to let it end quickly.

“So where am I gonna come, Mer?” I said in a low voice against her skin. “I’ll be wearing a condom, so let’s think about this . . . Should I pull it off at the end and come on your sweet, soft skin?”

“Yes.” She was rocking her hips again. “On my belly. I want you to pull it off and come on my belly.”

The thought made me groan and stroke my hand over my erection. “Yeah, I like that idea.”

“Please fuck me, Kyle. I need you inside me so badly.”

I stepped back from the island and picked her up, carrying her over-the-threshold style.

She grabbed my face with both hands, kissing me hard as I walked her through the living room.

“On the right,” she said. “Second door on the right.”

I went through the open door, not even looking at the bedroom. I just found the bed and gently tossed her onto it.

She frantically worked her dress over her head, practically ripping her bra off right after. Seeing her this way had me so fucking hard.

It took all my self-control to undress slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. She was on her back, her legs spread wide, her eyes pleading with me to hurry.

I’d put condoms in my jeans pocket, and I pulled one out as I slid my jeans off. I made her watch me stroke myself through the fabric of my boxer briefs for a full minute before I took them off.

“I want you so fucking much it hurts, Mer,” I said as I ripped open the condom. “You couldn’t be more perfect.”

I slid the condom over my cock, and she watched me with a deep hunger in her gaze.

When I got to my knees on the bed between her legs, I couldn’t wait another second. I put the head of my cock between the wet lips of her pussy and slid it inside, groaning loudly as her tight warmth encased me.

“Oh, shit,” she cried. “You feel so good.”

I slowed down on the last couple inches, but she still winced. When I pulled back and gave it all to her again, she relaxed and took it.

We immediately found a rhythm, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I groaned with every thrust because it was just too fucking good. My mouth found hers, and we kissed and bit at each other’s lips, neither of us feeling any pain.

My balls tightened as I pumped into her, my whole body on the edge of release. She was grinding her hips against mine, and every sensation was heaven.

We were nothing but two sweaty bodies grunting and grinding as we climbed higher. When she cried out loudly and arched her body against mine, the feel of her pussy clenching around me as she came made me start coming. I quickly ripped off the condom and tossed it to the side so I could come on her belly like she wanted.

I came so hard I was dizzy for a second. Then I put my hands on either side of her head and bent over her, breathing hard.

“That was like a dream,” she murmured. “It was incredible.”

“Yeah.” I rolled onto my back. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” She sat up and looked down at me with concern.

“I’m perfect,” I said, reaching up to brush the hair away from her face. “I just didn’t know it could be like that.”

She smiled in that rare, wide way I only got to see when she felt completely confident and at ease.

“Get down here and kiss me,” I said.

She bent her face to mine, and I kissed her swollen lips more tenderly than I had during sex.

“I have to go clean up,” she said against my mouth. “Want me to bring you a plate of dinner?”

“You clean up, and I’ll get the plates of dinner.”

“Okay. There’s a bottle of champagne in the fridge. I was hoping we’d have something to celebrate tonight, and we do.”

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for sex like that,” I said, cupping her cheek in my hand. “You know that, right?”

“Yes. So have I, Kyle.”

We left the bed, and I realized as I made our plates that I shouldn’t lament not having the best sex of my life until age thirty-seven. All those years before now had given me more appreciation for tonight than I otherwise would’ve had.

Not that there wasn’t lots of lost time to make up for. And I planned to do as much of that as Meredith was game for.

Meredith

Kyle left late Saturday morning to get the boys from his parents’ house. I’d been neglecting my house, so I spent the day cleaning. We’d had so much sex the night before that I was physically sore, but emotionally, I felt the opposite. Kyle had healed the part of me that felt too broken and flawed to attract an amazing man like him.

Sunday morning, he and the boys picked me up before sunrise, and we went fishing at a lake an hour away from Lovely. It was remote and we were alone, with no worries about prying eyes or wagging tongues.