Giving Chase
Page 38
“Red, come here. You undo me with the way you look at me. I want to look at you now.” Kyle’s voice had gone husky and she heard the strain in it.
Taking the two steps to get to him, she put her hand on his stomach and slid it down, taking his c**k into her fist. Moaning, he arched into her hold. She looked down at him, hot and hard, avarice on her face and he laughed.
“You’re good for my ego, Red.” He ran the tip of his index finger down her skin and over a pouty pink nipple. The material of the bra was sheer and embroidered with leaves of all colors. “Pretty.” He popped the catch between her br**sts and slid the bra down her arms. “I love front closure bras. Best. Invention. Ever.”
She looked up at him with a smirk. “Seen your fair share of them have you?”
“Oh no.” He put his hands up in surrender and shook his head. “That’s not a question I’m even going near. It’s an unwinnable woman dead end question like, does my butt look fat in this.”
“No way! The answer to that question is always no. Anyway, you brought it up.” A grin won over her face.
“My answer is it doesn’t matter. No other woman in the universe matters but you.”
“Good one. More than enough to get me into your bed.”
“We do try,” he murmured. “Now, I was in the middle of something before you interrupted me, Red.”
“My apologies, sirrah. Pray do continue.” She bowed in a mock curtsy.
He laughed, picked her up and laid her on his bed, putting her hands up above her head. “That makes a lovely picture.” Leaning down over her, he placed a reverent kiss on the tip of each nipple. She sighed happily.
He smiled while his clever hands made quick work of her jeans. The underwear was a match to the bra. “You had this sexy stuff on under all of those conservative clothes all the time didn’t you?”
“Pretty underwear is an addiction. Some people buy shoes, some people buy expensive wines. I buy lingerie and books.”
“That’s an addiction that I am fully willing to enable, Red.” He gave her a lascivious smile, pulling the small scrap of material down her legs. When she was totally naked, he paused to slowly drag his gaze up the length of her body. “You are so beautiful, Maggie.”
And she was. Hair spread out over the coverlet, a flush of passion on her face, br**sts heaving, long legs moving a bit restlessly under his gaze—amazing. “Oh,” he whispered, moving his face closer to her. “Look at this. It looks like someone shook powdered cinnamon here.” He ran the flat of his tongue across the dusting of freckles on her shoulders. “Tastes better than cinnamon though,” he murmured.
She squeaked at the contact of his warm tongue. He chuckled and flicked the point of his tongue on a path south to her br**sts. “Now these, Red.” One of his eyebrows rose as he snuck a quick look up at her and then back to her br**sts. “I had no idea that br**sts so pretty existed under those blouses you wore buttoned up to your chin. Not that I haven’t spent a lot of time in the last few months thinking about them.” He circled a pebbled nipple slowly with one hand and mimicked that with his tongue at the other.
Arching her back, she pressed her br**sts closer to his mouth. She tried to reach for him but he was too long-waisted. Moaning in frustration, she shoved at him, pushing him onto his back.
Moving to kneel between his thighs, she ran her hands across the muscles there, down his calves and back up again. His stomach was flat and she traced the bands of muscle up to his chest, which also bore a mat of blond-brown hair.
His ni**les were cinnamon and deliciously sensitive. Moving her mouth to him, she licked over the flat ridge of each. Shuddering, his hands fisted in the blankets as she followed the licks with the edge of her teeth.
Sitting up, she looked at him some more, trying to decide what to touch next. His face was masculine and defined but still beautiful, the kind of face that still looked handsome at seventy. He watched her through gorgeous green eyes fringed with lashes any woman would love to have.
After raising her finger to her lips, tapping it as if she were trying to make a decision she moved to slide her hands over work-hard biceps and powerful forearms. Her lips kissed the tips of each finger on his large hands. His neck was long, chin bearing a cleft covered in that sexy goatee. She traced the tip of her tongue over his lips across to his jaw and up to his earlobe for a quick nibble.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned out and she laughed.
“Let me see what I can do about that,” she murmured, kissing her way south. And then he heard nothing but the blood rushing in his ears as she lowered her mouth over him. His body jerked at the intensity of the sensation. He whispered her name and his hands went to her head, caressing her scalp.
Looking down and seeing the mass of red curls spread over his stomach and her sweet ass swaying in the air as she went down on him nearly drove him over the edge.
“Baby, please, stop, I want to be inside of you. I want to look up at you as you ride me, Maggie,” he whispered hoarsely. The smile she sent him made his c**k jump in anticipation. “There’s a condom in my pants pocket. Over there on the chair near the foot of the bed.” She nodded and crawled down to the end of the bed and reached out, grabbing the pants and rifling through his pockets until she found it.
“I won’t comment on the fact that you had one in your pocket, Kyle.” She smirked as she ripped the foil packet open and rolled it on him. She moved up to straddle his thighs, smiling sexily down at him.
Taking the two steps to get to him, she put her hand on his stomach and slid it down, taking his c**k into her fist. Moaning, he arched into her hold. She looked down at him, hot and hard, avarice on her face and he laughed.
“You’re good for my ego, Red.” He ran the tip of his index finger down her skin and over a pouty pink nipple. The material of the bra was sheer and embroidered with leaves of all colors. “Pretty.” He popped the catch between her br**sts and slid the bra down her arms. “I love front closure bras. Best. Invention. Ever.”
She looked up at him with a smirk. “Seen your fair share of them have you?”
“Oh no.” He put his hands up in surrender and shook his head. “That’s not a question I’m even going near. It’s an unwinnable woman dead end question like, does my butt look fat in this.”
“No way! The answer to that question is always no. Anyway, you brought it up.” A grin won over her face.
“My answer is it doesn’t matter. No other woman in the universe matters but you.”
“Good one. More than enough to get me into your bed.”
“We do try,” he murmured. “Now, I was in the middle of something before you interrupted me, Red.”
“My apologies, sirrah. Pray do continue.” She bowed in a mock curtsy.
He laughed, picked her up and laid her on his bed, putting her hands up above her head. “That makes a lovely picture.” Leaning down over her, he placed a reverent kiss on the tip of each nipple. She sighed happily.
He smiled while his clever hands made quick work of her jeans. The underwear was a match to the bra. “You had this sexy stuff on under all of those conservative clothes all the time didn’t you?”
“Pretty underwear is an addiction. Some people buy shoes, some people buy expensive wines. I buy lingerie and books.”
“That’s an addiction that I am fully willing to enable, Red.” He gave her a lascivious smile, pulling the small scrap of material down her legs. When she was totally naked, he paused to slowly drag his gaze up the length of her body. “You are so beautiful, Maggie.”
And she was. Hair spread out over the coverlet, a flush of passion on her face, br**sts heaving, long legs moving a bit restlessly under his gaze—amazing. “Oh,” he whispered, moving his face closer to her. “Look at this. It looks like someone shook powdered cinnamon here.” He ran the flat of his tongue across the dusting of freckles on her shoulders. “Tastes better than cinnamon though,” he murmured.
She squeaked at the contact of his warm tongue. He chuckled and flicked the point of his tongue on a path south to her br**sts. “Now these, Red.” One of his eyebrows rose as he snuck a quick look up at her and then back to her br**sts. “I had no idea that br**sts so pretty existed under those blouses you wore buttoned up to your chin. Not that I haven’t spent a lot of time in the last few months thinking about them.” He circled a pebbled nipple slowly with one hand and mimicked that with his tongue at the other.
Arching her back, she pressed her br**sts closer to his mouth. She tried to reach for him but he was too long-waisted. Moaning in frustration, she shoved at him, pushing him onto his back.
Moving to kneel between his thighs, she ran her hands across the muscles there, down his calves and back up again. His stomach was flat and she traced the bands of muscle up to his chest, which also bore a mat of blond-brown hair.
His ni**les were cinnamon and deliciously sensitive. Moving her mouth to him, she licked over the flat ridge of each. Shuddering, his hands fisted in the blankets as she followed the licks with the edge of her teeth.
Sitting up, she looked at him some more, trying to decide what to touch next. His face was masculine and defined but still beautiful, the kind of face that still looked handsome at seventy. He watched her through gorgeous green eyes fringed with lashes any woman would love to have.
After raising her finger to her lips, tapping it as if she were trying to make a decision she moved to slide her hands over work-hard biceps and powerful forearms. Her lips kissed the tips of each finger on his large hands. His neck was long, chin bearing a cleft covered in that sexy goatee. She traced the tip of her tongue over his lips across to his jaw and up to his earlobe for a quick nibble.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned out and she laughed.
“Let me see what I can do about that,” she murmured, kissing her way south. And then he heard nothing but the blood rushing in his ears as she lowered her mouth over him. His body jerked at the intensity of the sensation. He whispered her name and his hands went to her head, caressing her scalp.
Looking down and seeing the mass of red curls spread over his stomach and her sweet ass swaying in the air as she went down on him nearly drove him over the edge.
“Baby, please, stop, I want to be inside of you. I want to look up at you as you ride me, Maggie,” he whispered hoarsely. The smile she sent him made his c**k jump in anticipation. “There’s a condom in my pants pocket. Over there on the chair near the foot of the bed.” She nodded and crawled down to the end of the bed and reached out, grabbing the pants and rifling through his pockets until she found it.
“I won’t comment on the fact that you had one in your pocket, Kyle.” She smirked as she ripped the foil packet open and rolled it on him. She moved up to straddle his thighs, smiling sexily down at him.
