About That Night
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“I’m going to make you feel so damn good tonight, baby,” he murmured. As if to prove just that, he teased her br**sts with his lips, teeth, and tongue until she began rocking gently in his lap, needing more.
“Hold on to me,” he whispered.
She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and held on tight as he got up from the chair and carried her to the bed. He set her on top of the covers, gazing down at her with a scorching-hot look as he began to undress, first his jacket and shirt, then all the rest.
Over the years, Rylann had secretly harbored a few thoughts about what Kyle Rhodes might look like naked, based mostly on the brief feel of his toned body against hers when they’d kissed all those years ago.
None of her fantasies came close to the real thing.
As he stood naked before her, she unabashedly took in every hard, chiseled inch—the firm chest, tight abs, lean hips, and strong, muscular thighs—and came to one inescapable conclusion.
Prison did a body good.
Her eyes traveled down to his erection, big and hard and ready to go. With a knowing grin, Kyle moved over her on the bed and hooked his fingers around the waist of her panties. He pulled them down, slid them off her legs, and then sat back and looked at her.
“Perfect,” he said huskily.
He lowered himself onto his forearms and kissed her, his hand moving between her thighs. Rylann trembled as his hand went higher to part the soft folds between her legs, spreading her open. He expertly teased her with his forefinger, making her gasp against his mouth, before sliding a finger into her.
“You’re so wet.” He added a finger and began moving them in a smooth, torturous pace. “That’s going to be my c**k in a minute.”
“Kyle.” She pressed instinctively against his hand as he made her body burn.
“Touch me, Rylann,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
He rolled onto his side and she followed, all too happy to oblige that particular request. She slid her hands over his chest, down his stomach, then heard the catch in his breath as she continued downward.
He closed his eyes and moaned when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. “God, yes…”
He was hard and throbbing as she smoothed her thumb over the head, then she began stroking him in the same smooth, slow pace he’d used on her. She leaned forward and kissed him, her ni**les brushing against his chest as their tongues tangled. She stroked and teased, hearing his breath turn more and more ragged.
Suddenly, he rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands against the bed. “I need to f**k you,” he rasped. “Now.”
Hot flames licked at her body. “Please tell me you have something.”
In answer, he reached over and yanked open a drawer on his nightstand. He ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom on, then moved between her legs.
He settled the tip of his erection right at her warm, wet entrance and spread her legs wider with his knee. Then he slowly entered her, filling her completely, until he was fully buried inside.
“Christ, you are so damn sweet,” he groaned. He clenched his jaw as he began to move. “I’m going to be inside you all night,” he said in a guttural voice. He pinned her with his gaze as he took her in smooth, deep strokes. “Just like this.”
“Yes,” she breathed as she arched to meet him. Together, they found their rhythm, and right as she was getting close, Kyle sat back on his knees and teased her with short, shallow thrusts.
“I want to see you when you come,” he said, reaching down and stroking her between her legs. Rylann cried out and exploded as he continued to thrust, now hard and deep, riding her through her climax. He pulled her up to straddle him, and she held his face and kissed him as he cupped her bottom and guided her up and down on his shaft. He was so hard in her, and the friction between their bodies was so intense, that suddenly, she felt another orgasm building.
She gasped against his mouth, her legs shaking. His hands were firm, pressing her against him in just the right way, and she knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. She whimpered when the second climax hit her, and then he picked up the pace, their bodies moving together, until he gripped her hips and growled as he exploded deep inside her.
They stayed entwined like that for several moments, both panting, until Rylann finally slid her body off of his. They fell back onto the bed, and Kyle braced himself over her, his hair falling across his forehead and his cheeks flushed as he peered down at her.
There was a proud spark in his eyes. “So?”
She smiled. “Okay. Maybe a little bit better than ‘not bad’ this time.”
“You know, you really are a burr up my ass.”
Rylann laughed hard at that, reaching up to cup his face. “Why, Kyle Rhodes. You say the sweetest things.”
Twenty-one
WHEN RYLANN WOKE up and felt the warm, hard body next to her, for a split second she thought she was back in San Francisco with Jon.
But as her eyes fluttered open and she took in the scene—shades pulled down over floor-to-ceiling windows; plush, taupe covers and oversized pillows on the bed; enormous plasma television on the wall—she suddenly remembered.
Kyle.
As the soft morning light filtered in through the shades, the reality of the situation hit her.
She’d slept with an ex-con.
And not just any ex-con—she’d slept with the Twitter Terrorist, one of the most famous convicted felons to be prosecuted in recent years by the very office she worked for. A man who, just one day ago, had been her witness.
“Hold on to me,” he whispered.
She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and held on tight as he got up from the chair and carried her to the bed. He set her on top of the covers, gazing down at her with a scorching-hot look as he began to undress, first his jacket and shirt, then all the rest.
Over the years, Rylann had secretly harbored a few thoughts about what Kyle Rhodes might look like naked, based mostly on the brief feel of his toned body against hers when they’d kissed all those years ago.
None of her fantasies came close to the real thing.
As he stood naked before her, she unabashedly took in every hard, chiseled inch—the firm chest, tight abs, lean hips, and strong, muscular thighs—and came to one inescapable conclusion.
Prison did a body good.
Her eyes traveled down to his erection, big and hard and ready to go. With a knowing grin, Kyle moved over her on the bed and hooked his fingers around the waist of her panties. He pulled them down, slid them off her legs, and then sat back and looked at her.
“Perfect,” he said huskily.
He lowered himself onto his forearms and kissed her, his hand moving between her thighs. Rylann trembled as his hand went higher to part the soft folds between her legs, spreading her open. He expertly teased her with his forefinger, making her gasp against his mouth, before sliding a finger into her.
“You’re so wet.” He added a finger and began moving them in a smooth, torturous pace. “That’s going to be my c**k in a minute.”
“Kyle.” She pressed instinctively against his hand as he made her body burn.
“Touch me, Rylann,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
He rolled onto his side and she followed, all too happy to oblige that particular request. She slid her hands over his chest, down his stomach, then heard the catch in his breath as she continued downward.
He closed his eyes and moaned when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. “God, yes…”
He was hard and throbbing as she smoothed her thumb over the head, then she began stroking him in the same smooth, slow pace he’d used on her. She leaned forward and kissed him, her ni**les brushing against his chest as their tongues tangled. She stroked and teased, hearing his breath turn more and more ragged.
Suddenly, he rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands against the bed. “I need to f**k you,” he rasped. “Now.”
Hot flames licked at her body. “Please tell me you have something.”
In answer, he reached over and yanked open a drawer on his nightstand. He ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom on, then moved between her legs.
He settled the tip of his erection right at her warm, wet entrance and spread her legs wider with his knee. Then he slowly entered her, filling her completely, until he was fully buried inside.
“Christ, you are so damn sweet,” he groaned. He clenched his jaw as he began to move. “I’m going to be inside you all night,” he said in a guttural voice. He pinned her with his gaze as he took her in smooth, deep strokes. “Just like this.”
“Yes,” she breathed as she arched to meet him. Together, they found their rhythm, and right as she was getting close, Kyle sat back on his knees and teased her with short, shallow thrusts.
“I want to see you when you come,” he said, reaching down and stroking her between her legs. Rylann cried out and exploded as he continued to thrust, now hard and deep, riding her through her climax. He pulled her up to straddle him, and she held his face and kissed him as he cupped her bottom and guided her up and down on his shaft. He was so hard in her, and the friction between their bodies was so intense, that suddenly, she felt another orgasm building.
She gasped against his mouth, her legs shaking. His hands were firm, pressing her against him in just the right way, and she knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. She whimpered when the second climax hit her, and then he picked up the pace, their bodies moving together, until he gripped her hips and growled as he exploded deep inside her.
They stayed entwined like that for several moments, both panting, until Rylann finally slid her body off of his. They fell back onto the bed, and Kyle braced himself over her, his hair falling across his forehead and his cheeks flushed as he peered down at her.
There was a proud spark in his eyes. “So?”
She smiled. “Okay. Maybe a little bit better than ‘not bad’ this time.”
“You know, you really are a burr up my ass.”
Rylann laughed hard at that, reaching up to cup his face. “Why, Kyle Rhodes. You say the sweetest things.”
Twenty-one
WHEN RYLANN WOKE up and felt the warm, hard body next to her, for a split second she thought she was back in San Francisco with Jon.
But as her eyes fluttered open and she took in the scene—shades pulled down over floor-to-ceiling windows; plush, taupe covers and oversized pillows on the bed; enormous plasma television on the wall—she suddenly remembered.
Kyle.
As the soft morning light filtered in through the shades, the reality of the situation hit her.
She’d slept with an ex-con.
And not just any ex-con—she’d slept with the Twitter Terrorist, one of the most famous convicted felons to be prosecuted in recent years by the very office she worked for. A man who, just one day ago, had been her witness.
