Rock My Christmas (FlameSmith in Love Book 1) (12 page)

“What’s that for?” she asked, giving the washcloth a nod.

“You’ll see.” He came to the bed and touched her thigh. “Open for me, gorgeous.”

She spread her legs, and he pressed the cloth to her. She sucked a breath through her teeth. “That’s really hot.”

“Hot but not scalding. I know.” He held it there a few seconds then urged her to close her legs, which kept it tight against her.

Climbing onto the bed next to her, he said, “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you? You’re so fucking sexy you make me crazy.”

She couldn’t fight a smile. Then he placed a possessive hand on her hip and took a nipple between his teeth. Her smile evaporated into a gasp of pleasure.

Chapter Eighteen

His rod aching to drive into her, Burn willed his body to calm. Kendel deserved a gentle taking for her first time. It awed him that she honored him. What a tremendous gift she offered. Had he known about her lack of experience, he wouldn’t have asked it as a Christmas present.

She had let him go too far, however. Once he felt her smooth, firm slickness and smelled her musky arousal, he couldn’t deny his body hers. She’d said yes. He would suffer for days if he didn’t have her.

Taking his time, he explored her lithe limbs and nibbled her fingertips. He sank his teeth into the sexy round of her shoulder and nipped a sinew at her neck before sliding along her soft, nubile body until raining kisses between her high, firm breasts to her curved middle.

As he sank his tongue into her bellybutton, he pinched both nipples and grinned as she gasped and squirmed. He adored her responsiveness. His hard-on bucked to be inside her.

He licked a line to her auburn curls then spread her knees and settled between. Removing the still-warm washcloth, he inhaled her heady scent. He tossed the cloth into the bathroom then dipped his tongue to her parted slit.

She cried out, and her thighs clamped onto his shoulders. He stayed his course. Clearly she’d never had anyone pleasure her this way, and he determined to be her first in this, too.

Grasping her hips and meeting her widened gaze, he sent his tongue over her damp lips. Her eyes and thighs relaxed a fraction, so he lathed her once more then separated her folds with the tip of his tongue and licked from her hot opening to her hooded clit.

Her lids drooped. Her lips parted in invitation, and her thighs went slack.

“That’s right, baby. Relax.” Leisurely, he enjoyed the earthy flavor of new juices easing from her. Her untouched tissues glistened, pink and plump. He kissed, nibbled, and licked her until she moaned and let her head drop.

Her clit emerged from under its cover, and he wrapped his lips around it. Kendel’s breaths grew shorter as her clit grew harder. When her knees bent and she combed her fingers into his hair, he gently sucked upon her nub while sending two fingers through her wet folds.

“Yes!” she cried, her body arching and trembling.

He sucked and stroked her through the orgasm, making her shudder beautifully while his rod became painfully hard.

“God,” she said on a sob.

“I can’t wait, gorgeous. I have to have you.” Burn went to his knees and positioned his tip at her opening.

Grasping her hips, he thrust through her barrier but stopped just past it. She hadn’t cried out or shown any sign of pain, but he didn’t want to give her too much too fast. She was such a small woman, and he’d been more than some of his past partners could take.

Her eyes met his, and he withdrew to her opening then stroked in a bit deeper. Hotter and tighter than anything he’d felt, she surrounded him.

“Jesus, Kendel. You’re incredible.” He inched deeper.

She grasped his shoulders and made a mewling sound.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.” She breathed a couple times through her mouth then rolled her hips, taking him deeper. “More. Don’t stop.”

He withdrew a bit then ventured deeper yet. His body begged him to plunge and thrust, but he set his teeth and went slowly.

“Please,” she said, pleading in her eyes.

“Patience, love.” It was killing him, though. Her body felt bloody amazing around him.

When he filled her to his hilt, he almost released a shocked laugh. This petite, delicate creature accommodated his entire length.

“Yes,” she said on a breath and gave his shoulders a squeeze.

He withdrew then thrust. Pleasure spiked, sending an electrical charge down his spine and into his balls. He almost came then and there. He paused, tamping his need and regaining control.

“Again, Burn,” she said, her voice thick and sexy.

He stroked into her once. Twice.

She grew even tighter around him. As her head lolled back and she opened her mouth on an audible inhale, a rosy flush blossomed across her white breasts then traveled up her chest onto her throat.

“God. Kendel. Aa!” He couldn’t contain his need any longer.

He let his body seek release, pumping his hips as she grew tighter and hotter. She wrapped his hips in her legs, encouraging him faster. Harder.

“Yes!” they cried in unison.

“Burn! Burn!” Her passage gripped him then began convulsing.

An electric charge ten times greater exploded through him and he went rigid as stars flashed behind his closed lids. “Aa! Aa!”

When her walls released him, he slumped, spent. She drew him down, but he didn’t want to crush her. He withdrew and dropped to the covers beside her.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “You’re blinking amazing, you are.”

She cleared her throat. “I’ve read books and talked to people, but nothing prepared me for that. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever done.”

Grinning, he rolled to his back. He removed the condom, tied a knot in it, and threw it into the bathroom where it landed atop the washcloth. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” She curled into his side and rested her head on his chest. “I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t.”

“Good.” He stretched his arm down her slender back and let his hand settle atop her smooth hip. “Tell me, how does a beauty like you go twenty-four years without having sex?”

“I’m not really a beauty. I was skinny and awkward in high school, plus we never stayed anywhere long enough for me to get involved with anyone. In college, I was driven. I was on academic scholarship, so I had to maintain a high grade point average to stay qualified. There were a few girls I studied with, but no boys. I couldn’t afford the distraction.”

“I can’t believe you were never asked on dates.”

“I was asked. My answer was always no.”

*    *    *

Dawn light bled through the bedroom’s open door as Kendel woke. She still lay in Burn’s arms atop the covers on her bed. Taking a minute to fully gain consciousness, she replayed last night’s pleasures.

He’d blown her away. His gentleness. His care. Then his expertise and control. He’d known what to do and when. He’d shown her true ecstasy.

More than ever, she stood to lose her heart to this man. If she hadn’t already. The very thought of packing her suitcases and leaving brought tears to her eyes.

Blinking rapidly, she slowly extricated her leg from between his and rolled from the bed. She used the toilet then donned her robe and headed toward the kitchen. As she approached his closed bedroom door, however, she halted.

He’d told her he no longer hated her, and he said he believed she wouldn’t tell his secrets. Surely he wouldn’t mind if she went into his room now.

Before she could change her mind, she turned the knob and swung his door wide. The sight of so many lions made her catch her breath, and she staggered a step. The twelve he’d taken to Korea were not a fraction of his collection.

He had lion slippers, bedspread, and pillows. A painting of lions in tall grass hung on one wall. Two floor-to-ceiling bookcases displayed easily a hundred toys, figurines, and a number of showy pieces he’d clearly paid a lot to acquire.

His room was easily three times the size of hers, yet lions occupied half the space. She moved further into the room and caught sight of something from the corner of her eye that made her jump. In the corner, behind the door, sat a full-sized white statue. Putting a hand to her racing heart, she shook her head and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. She stared out the window above the sink. It looked hot outside already. Somehow, the sunny heat sapped the magic out of Christmas morning.

Or maybe it was the knowledge that she’d be leaving tomorrow.

“Happy Christmas,” Burn said in a hoarse voice. Still naked, he came and took her in his embrace. “How’s your hand?”

She inspected it. Because it hadn’t bothered her, she hadn’t given it a thought. The medicine must’ve done more good than she expected. Other than some slight bruising that had traveled along her hand toward her wrist, she couldn’t tell she’d done anything to it.

She couldn’t steel her heart from softening. He bypassed handsome and went straight to devastating.

“I noticed my bedroom door is open,” he said and kissed the top of her head.

“Are you upset at me?”

“Over that duff? Not after last night.”

“Duff?”

“You know. Junk. Rubbish.”

Kendel set her glass in the sink and turned in his arms. “Those lions aren’t junk. You wouldn’t have so many if they were.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I do have them left, right and center, don’t I? Maybe I am a nesh wimp, but I did warn you I’ve always been a bit of a nerdy bloke.”

“Does the word obsession mean anything to you?” she teased and kissed his beard-roughened chin.

He chuckled. “If you’re not otherwise engaged, may I request your presence in the bedroom?”

“Which one? Mine or the Serengeti?”

He lightly smacked her rear then gave it a squeeze. “I could simply take you on the kitchen island like I’d intended last night, but I fear you may yet be too tender for such rough play.”

Instant arousal had moisture spreading through her crease. He’d made her ready and throbbing merely by planting an image in her mind. She wondered if she could do the same.

“Well, I don’t know. Maybe I should bend over right here, and you could test my tenderness with your tongue.” She blinked innocently at him.

His penis hardened enough to apply pressure on her stomach. “Damn, woman. If not for the stain on your bedspread, I might not believe you were a virgin last night.”

A stain. She hadn’t thought to check this morning. Curious, she let him play-chase her to her room. Sure enough, a brownish red spot marked the place where their bodies had joined.

A twinge of guilt pricked her gut. Part of her had wanted to save this most precious gift for the man who would love her forever. Burn might hurt when she left, but he had plenty of beautiful women who would willingly help him get over her.

She swallowed a lump in her throat. It would be fine. They would both be fine. They’d enjoy this Christmas with each other, and tomorrow she would go.

He removed her robe and skimmed his fingertips over her ass then up her back as he nuzzled her neck. His scruff scraped her sensitized skin, and she hummed approval. Sending both of his hands into her hair, he gently yanked her head back and claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Damn, the man went beyond sexy when he manhandled her. She wouldn’t have guessed she would like it, but he did it in a way that heightened her need. She moaned into his mouth.

She pulled him by the shoulders, backing toward the bed, but when she reached it, he broke the kiss and turned her.

“You wanted to bend, baby, I’ll bend you.” Planting his palm between her shoulder blades, he pushed her over the bed.

“Be gentle with me,” she said, bracing her hands on the bedspread.

“Always.” When he didn’t do anything, she glanced over her shoulder. He finished rolling on a condom then put its tip to her eager opening. Her body seemed to shift deep inside, as if readying for his length.

He entered her fully in a single plunge, and she cried out at the intense pleasure. Stretching fullness catapulted her near to orgasm. He took one of her hands and placed it on her mons.

“Find your clit, love,” he said near her ear as he grasped both her breasts and began working her nipples.

She did as he instructed, closing her eyes as currents of pure pleasure arced from his fingers straight to her womb. A tight pressure began to build.

Then he moved inside her. Tiny jerking strokes that kept him deep inside yet lit her on fire. She tried to rub her clit, but her blood had turned to lava, and all she could focus on were his hips and what he did to her breasts.

He made her want more. Release didn’t come quickly enough, so she rocked back into him on his next three thrusts, intensifying his depth.

“You want it harder, love?”

“Yes. God, yes!”

He let go of her breasts and caressed her taut derriere. “You’ve got a topnotch ass, Kendel.”

He grasped her hips and withdrew to her opening then drove into her.

“Yes!” she cried on a relieved sob as her pleasure increased tenfold.

He did it again and again, each time faster until he pounded into her. His testicles kissed her clit each time he drove his length home.

The tightness grew unbearable, and she clenched her teeth while grabbing handfuls of bedspread. Without warning, the tightness released like a spring, flinging her into an ecstasy so consuming she lost the world. Lost herself. Sort of went to a billion pieces for a split second.