Page 17 of Blazing Joysticks
She licked her lips and knew there was no turning back. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. Never in a way that made her feel like her entire being was alight with passion and possibility. As she looked up at Keir, seeing her own emotions reflected in his eyes, Cat knew that everything had changed.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Only if you promise not to regret anything in the morning.”
She glanced at his lips and then back at his eyes. “I can’t promise that.”
He took a step back and cupped her cheek once more. “Then you’re not ready for me to come in.”
He turned to leave and it felt as if her heart was being ripped out. “Wait.” He stopped. “Keir.” He waited but didn’t turn to her. “Don’t go.”
He turned around. “I’m not going to act like this isn’t real tomorrow. Like we don’t share this connection that’s been building since the moment we met.”
EIGHT
Cat sucked in a breath and her heart thudded hard. “You feel it too?”
“Yes, Cat.” He came to her, his big body invading her personal space, and once again, pressing her into her door. “I’ve been fighting demons to stay away from you. I can’t stay away any longer.”
He’d been what? She gulped and reached a hand up to caress his jaw. He leaned into her touch. “I don’t know what we’re doing, Keir,” she whispered. “But I’m tired of fighting too.”
His lips took hers in an instant swoop. Mouths clashed and the hunger flared so brightly she could barely catch her breath. They kissed and she handed him the keys. He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life. One minute they were outside, and the next, he was pressing her against the door inside her loft.
He groaned into the kiss, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, making her forget everything but the desperate need to have him. Hunger exploded inside her. She wanted more of Keir. More of his kisses. More of his hands all over her. Now. Though she didn’t know how this was going to work, she wasn’t worrying about it now. She couldn’t fight her body’s need for him. It was unlike anything she’d experienced. So why reject it? Why not allow herself to feel whatever he wanted to give her?
He yanked her shirt off and she swore she heard tearing in the process. She put her feet on the ground and he tugged her jeans down so fast she almost missed it. She didn’t stop to think. Instead, she pulled on his shirt, wanting the offensive material off him. The moment she was able to touch his warm, muscled arms her entire body vibrated.
His eyes locked on hers and his hand cupped her cheek and then slowly moved down to her chest. She moaned. His head came down, lips kissing a trail from her jaw down to her collarbone and then her chest. He moved one hand straight down between her legs to caress at her folds. The other hand cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple. She took a breath and let it out slowly, gasping at the fingers massaging her clit, then sliding into her channel.
He placed kisses on the corner of her mouth, gliding his mouth over her cheek and nibbling on her ear.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Cat.”
She moaned, leaning her head back on the door. She scraped her nails down to his shoulders, pulling him closer. He tugged on her nipple, twisting the little point to add friction.
She whimpered. Need overpowered her in a dizzying sensation that robbed her of her ability to stand on her own.
His lips trailed down her chest, licking circles on her heated flesh. She glanced down, watching him suck her nipple into his mouth. Her entire body hummed. Her sex throbbed, and wetness skated down her legs. He groaned on her breast, sucking hard. She moaned, gripping at his arms. Her pussy grasped at his fingers. He let go of her nipple.
“So beautiful and so wet.”
She met his gaze, enjoying the way he said the words as if she were being a naughty girl. That wasn’t Cat. Cat? A naughty girl? But that’s exactly how Keir made her feel. He made her feel so sexy. So beautiful. The way he looked at her as if she was a priceless piece of art.
She skimmed her hands down to the edge of his pants. She unbuttoned his fly and slid his zipper down, pushing the jeans and boxers quickly out of her way. She was beyond aroused. She wasn’t the woman who would take the lead and do anything that was considered sensual, but here she was, being a badass at getting Keir naked. And now all she could think of was touching every inch of him. She curled a hand around his thick hard length and pumped him from root to tip.
“Cat,” he groaned, giving her bites between her breasts. “Your hand on me feels amazing.”
He was so hard and hot. When she reached the slit at the head of his cock, a bead of moisture sat at the top. She used her thumb and rubbed it on his length, going back to pumping him with her fist.
“You’re so big,” she said breathlessly. “Really big.”
He stood to his full height, towering over her frame. “I’m exactly the right size for you, kitten.”
She bit her lip and inhaled. “I want you, Keir. Can we not wait anymore? I don’t want to keep dreaming about what it’s like with you. I want to know.”
Keir kissed her again. This time with more urgency. “I want to know too, beautiful.”
There was no hesitation. He grabbed her by her ass and lifted, anchoring her on the door and bringing her hips down on him. His cock pressed at her entrance, spreading her wide with his thickness.