Addicted to Love Page 10

She smiled and strolled toward him, her hips swinging in a mesmerizing way. She touched his mouth with her fingertips when she reached his side, her eyes shining at his evident surprise. She’d done that before and he liked it a lot. It felt like a possessive gesture as well as an intimate one. He shivered at the smooth caress, then at the barest brush of her lips across his. Her perfume was so seductive that he could have drowned in the scent.

  “Glad you like,” she whispered before stepping past him, leaving him in a cloud of that wonderful perfume. He turned to watch her walk toward the kitchen and wanted to growl with satisfaction. She was in his place and he liked it.

  A lot.

  Lauren’s heels clicked on the hardwood in what had to be the most seductive sound on the planet. Kyle followed her, taking another good survey as she put her groceries into his fridge. “You could look a little less astonished,” she said when she turned around.

  “You look amazing,” he said. “Although you’re always gorgeous.” He lifted his hands. “This is not your usual look. It demands scrutiny and appreciation. That’s all.”

  Lauren laughed. “No, it’s not. It’s more va-voom.”

  “That’s the word I was looking for. Va-voom.”

  She spun, giving him a great view of her legs as her skirt swirled higher. “I’ve never worn this dress before. I bought it on a whim and thought tonight could be its last chance. If I don’t like it, it goes in the big sort this weekend.”

  “The big sort?”

  “I’m going to declutter the apartment, clean the closets, and purge my past. I’m ditching the old and getting on with the new.” There was a gleam of purpose in her eyes.

  “I think you should keep this dress.” Kyle nodded. “Definitely.”

  “Do you?”

  “Oh yeah.” Kyle gave her an admiring look, because the Lauren he knew might have needed the reassurance. He wasn’t sure about this version of her, which was incredibly exciting.

  Which was the real Lauren?

  How many sides to her could there be?

  Lauren preened for him and her eyes were dancing in that way Kyle found irresistible. “I don’t know. It’s not that comfortable.” She snapped her fingers. “I know! I’ll take it off.” Before Kyle could respond, much less guess what she was going to do, she spun and unzipped the back. She peeled off the dress, casting it over the back of one of the barstools with a cavalier fling that was completely unlike her usual tidy self.

  What had brought out this side of her nature?

  Kyle didn’t much care. He was captivated.

  He couldn’t decide whether she looked more seductive in the dress or out of it. She was wearing a red merry widow with garters and stockings with lace tops. They were so sheer that he hadn’t realized she had them on.

  No sensible white cotton here.

  Va-voom.

  Had she dressed up just for him? The very possibility sent a jolt through him.

  “Make yourself at home,” he managed to say and she laughed again, a throaty chuckle that did hard and thick things to him.

  “I will,” she murmured, slipping her hands beneath the sides of her panties and shimmying as she pushed them down and stepped out of them. She tossed them to him and he caught them, unable to avoid the fact that they were damp and smelled of her personal musk.

  “You haven’t asked me what’s for dinner,” she said with a smile.

  “Who cares?” Kyle swallowed as Lauren came to stand in front of him. She reached for the front of his jeans, her gaze dropping as she stroked him through the denim. That perfume surrounded him in a cloud of heaven, one tinged with the magic of her personal scent. It was the perfect combination to send him to the moon.

  “You do like this,” she murmured with approval.

  “No complaints.”

  She met his gaze. “Because it’s different? Or because this is what you like?”

  “Because it’s unexpected and that’s very sexy.”

  “You said earlier that it would be good to liven things up,” Lauren whispered, stretching to kiss the corner of his mouth. Her touch was too brief, another tease, and he closed his eyes to savor his own reaction. She was playing him like a cheap guitar and he loved it.

  He hoped she wouldn’t stop.

  He’d die if she stopped.

  “Does this count?” she prompted and he realized he hadn’t answered her.

  “It was just a thought. I don’t really know what you like...” Kyle reached to embrace her, but Lauren grabbed his wrists and put his hands behind his back.

  “No touching,” she said sternly, so sternly that he blinked. “Grip your hands together and keep them behind your back,” she commanded.

  Kyle grinned, then he got harder. It was exciting to have Lauren play a different role, and he didn’t know what to expect from her. He just knew that he wanted it all. She was close, her gaze locked with his, her smile inviting his kiss, but he obeyed her command.

  He couldn’t wait to see what she had planned.

  Once again, she deliberately provoked and confused his reactions. She was Lauren but not Lauren, the same woman but acting like she was a different one. He always preferred the first time with any woman, because that’s when impressions were fresh and the sensations were maximized. With Lauren, this felt like another first time. Kyle didn’t know what to make of that.

  He just wanted more.

  “I’m going to burst a seam if you don’t take pity on me,” he said.

  She laughed. “I’m going to torment you first.” She ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip and he watched hungrily, knowing he was being teased and loving it. She moved so that her breasts just touched the front of his shirt, then moved from side to side in a grazing touch. He could almost feel the lace and he certainly could feel the tight bud of one nipple and then the other. He closed his eyes and swallowed, determined to play along. She ran her teeth over his earlobe, her breath tormenting him, and he thought he might lose control. He felt her unfasten his jeans and swallowed as he kept his hands locked together.

  It wasn’t easy. He wanted to touch her so badly, but he wanted to play by her rules.

  Then they’d play by his.

  The prospect made him smile.

  “I can guess what you like,” she purred. She slid her hands beneath his jeans and worked the denim over his hips. “If you’re lucky, I’ll give it to you.” She eased his jeans down to the floor and tugged them off, her fingers running up and down his legs.

  His briefs were next and their gazes met for a moment when Lauren released him. He was huge and hard, more than ready for her, wanting more than he’d wanted anything or anyone in a long time. Lauren pursed her lips and blew on his erection so that he groaned at the tease. She removed his briefs with the same methodical leisure as his jeans, then bent over him. He stared down at her, feasting on the sight of her, heart pounding in anticipation.

  He blinked in surprise when she slid her hands around his hips and gripped his butt. She spared him a mischievous glance, her eyes twinkling, then bent to take him into her mouth. The combination of her sure smooth touch, the velvet heat of her mouth, and surprise was almost enough to make Kyle explode.

  He gasped her name and threw his head back, clenching his fists together. He didn’t want to disobey, but her mouth was so soft and warm and her moves were wicked. Her caress was so good. Her tongue flicked against him and he felt himself shiver.

  Of course, he’d taught her to do this.

  He’d forgotten that he’d done such a good job.

  “You’ve been practicing,” he managed to say and felt her chuckle.

  Kyle glanced down and saw those red lips locked around him, a hotter sight than anything he’d seen in a long time. He was already shaking with the effort of holding back. He knew could take her right this minute, with ten seconds of foreplay, and Lor had to be aware of it as well.

  She didn’t stop.

  She teased him, slowly, thoroughly, caressing him unt
il his hips rocked and his entire body was taut. He gripped the lip of the counter behind himself, alternatively closing his eyes for strength and stealing glimpses of her. His throat was tight. His heart was racing. He was hot and shivery and wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He ground out her name, an incantation and a plea...

  And Lauren released him, leaving him gasping. She stood up, poking a finger in the middle of his chest.

  “Bed,” she ordered, to his relief. The command sent a frisson through him that she could be so imperious. “Now.”

  “I’ll take you here.”

  “You’ll do what you’re told,” she said with a dangerous smile that made his pulse leap. “Or I’ll go home and leave you to cook alone.”

  Kyle didn’t delay, even though he didn’t care about dinner. He headed for the bedroom with Lauren right behind him, the click of those heels enough to make him growl. She tugged at the hem of his T-shirt and he peeled it off. He turned to help with her lingerie, but she pointed to the bed. He sat on the mattress and she stretched him out on his back, then guided his hands to the headboard. It was an Arts and Crafts design, with bars like a porch railing.

  “Hold on here,” she commanded and Kyle was glad to comply. She was kneeling beside him, more gorgeous than he could believe, those heels making her legs look great.

  “Just don’t queen me,” he said.

  “It’s not up to you.” She arched a brow. “You’re my toy this time.”

  Kyle’s heart leaped. “If you do, I won’t last. You’re just too hot.”

  “And you like to be queened?”

  “By you? Like this?” Kyle shook his head. “It’ll finish me.”

  Lauren smiled and he knew he’d just named his own torment. “Oh, yes, you will last,” she purred. “Because I’m telling you to.”

  “But,” he managed to protest before she straddled him, kneeling on either side of his head. He was inundated again by her scent and confronted with a view that undermined his effort to give her what she wanted. He didn’t even want to blink, for fear of missing one bit of how fabulous she looked, but when he felt her heels against his arms, he had to close his eyes for a moment.

  If he disappointed her, he’d never forgive himself.

  Then Lauren bent over him, that lace brushing against his chest, her sweet mouth driving him crazy over again, and Kyle groaned with the conviction that he was doomed to disobey this new bossy Lauren.

  And soon.

  Would she punish him for that?

  He could hardly wait to find out.

  * * *

  Lauren had never been dominant in the bedroom, but it was so satisfying to shake Kyle’s expectations that she wondered why she’d never tried anything like this before. She was certainly going to do it again.

  She could feel the crazy race of his pulse and heard the tension in his voice—and of course, she was up close and personal with the best indicator of his arousal of all. She was glad that she could affect him so strongly.

  She liked the feeling of power and control so much that she knew she wasn’t going to last either. She was so wet. She was so excited.

  “Tease,” Kyle muttered and she felt him kiss the inside of her thigh, just where the stocking ended. She wiggled her hips and felt him strain to touch her with his tongue. When he failed, he swore with such uncharacteristic agitation that she smiled. “Go ahead then,” he said, his voice husky. “Queen me, please.”

  “I should make you beg for it,” she replied, laughing when Kyle groaned.

  “If I die tonight, it’ll be your fault.”

  “Then maybe I should stop.”

  He caught the top of her stocking in his teeth, grazing the inside of her thigh as he did it, then giving the elastic a little tug and letting it snap back. “I can’t think of a better way to go,” he murmured, his breath tickling her. “Go ahead and have your way with me. I’m all yours.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I should start dinner.” Lauren spread her thighs and lowered herself onto him, jumping a little when the tip of his tongue touched her.

  Of course, his aim was perfect. She jumped and pulled away, prompting him to groan.

  “You are a tease,” Kyle muttered.

  “I thought I’d give it a try.”

  “You’re way too good at it for this to be the first time.”

  “Maybe I’m a natural.”

  “I’d have to agree with that.”

  She twisted around to look at him and the blue blaze of his eyes made her heart flutter. “Go ahead,” he challenged, then took a fortifying breath. “Work it.”

  Lauren bent over him and took him in her mouth again. Kyle jumped a little then she felt him writhe in pleasure. It felt good to be able to rile him up so much, and Lauren felt strong and feminine. She lowered herself over him, inviting his caress, and he was quick to close his mouth over her. He teased her in turn then, sending her blood pressure skyrocketing.

  It would be hot and fast and earthshattering.

  She wanted everything he had, no holding back.

  She drove him higher, deliberately alternating her gestures. She made him aware that she was in control. She pushed him higher, then released him, then did it again and again. She could smell his perspiration and taste that he was close to climax. She felt daring and bold, a seductress demanding her pleasure on her own terms. She felt invigorated, her mind sizzling and her body burning, more awake and alive than she’d been in years.

  She could feel, right to her toes, every nuance of her reaction loud and clear. It was intoxicating. It was perfect. It was exactly what she had wanted when she called him the night before.

  And much more.

  She remembered Kyle’s long-ago claim that he wanted to live his whole life trying everything and everyone for the first time. This was what he had meant. This was the maximum experience and now she wanted it, too.

  Their movements had become frenzied, though he was still holding on to the headboard. Lauren was so excited that she was shaking and she wasn’t sure she could brace herself over him much longer. And she didn’t want to come like this. She rose higher and Kyle groaned that she moved away from him. “Don’t stop!”

  Lauren had no intention of stopping. She pivoted, straddled him, and took him inside her, lowering herself so slowly that his groan turned to a moan of satisfaction. He was vibrating beneath her and his arms flexed as he struggled to follow her command.

  She smiled, still moving slowly down over him. “You’re being very good,” she acknowledged, her voice husky. “Is it time for a reward?”

  “Definitely,” Kyle said through gritted teeth. He gave her a look of blue fire, one that made her own heart race.

  “Then take it,” she whispered. “Take what you want. Take it now.”

  Kyle didn’t hesitate. He seized Lauren’s hips and rolled her to her back then, burying himself deeply inside her. He pulled back to look into her eyes but she smiled and nodded, gripping his shoulders and digging in her nails once again.

  “Faster,” she whispered. “Harder and deeper.”

  “Dangerous woman,” he growled, but clearly didn’t have an issue with that. He wiped his mouth then caught her hair in one hand. His fingers felt divine against her head and his possessive grip made her rock her hips against him.

  “Make me yours,” she challenged in a whisper, kissing his ear. “Claim me and fill me.”

  “Only if you give me everything.” Kyle drove deep then did it again. He rubbed himself against her, rolling his hips so that Lauren was the one to moan in surrender. She arched her back and closed her eyes as he gripped her hips, riding her and tormenting her and taking her higher. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t hang on any longer.

  She screamed when she came, which she’d never done before. Her release seemed to last forever and was so powerful that it left her shaking. Right after her orgasm started, Kyle followed suit, roaring as he climaxed.

  They collapsed together, gasping and quiver
ing.

  “That’ll give the neighbors something to think about,” she managed to say.

  They laughed together.

  Kyle rolled to his back and closed his eyes. “And here I was convinced you liked it slow.”

  “Sometimes I do.”

  He gave her a simmering look that was all satisfaction. “Are you really Lauren McKay or does she have a twin sister?”

  “Don’t give me that. You’ll just want both of us at once.”

  “No, just one at a time. Compare and contrast.” He smiled and lazily wound a loose tendril of her hair around his finger. He gave it a tug, his gaze so hot that Lauren’s mouth went dry. “Kiss me,” he demanded. “Kiss me as naughty Lauren.”

  “Compare and contrast?”

  “No better time to start,” was all Kyle managed to say before Lauren did just that.

  Five

  Kyle removed Lauren’s lingerie on the way to the shower and the combination of soap, hot water, and smoldering kisses had him ready for another round in record time. They did it the second time in the shower, where he took her against the wall with the water streaming over them.

  She was a mermaid, a siren sent to tempt him with her charms. Her hair fell wet over her shoulders and her skin was slick with water. She even moved differently in the shower, languid and slow, as if she was yet another woman.

  Another seductress.

  Kyle was captivated.

  Lor wore his denim shirt to make dinner. She was barefoot, with her hair tugged up in a ponytail, looking all of eighteen and sweet—except for the red lace panties Kyle knew she’d put on again. Knowing that she wore them was like a naughty secret, one that tempted him to make it a hat-trick.

  Kyle felt good, even though there were a thousand ways this evening was breaking his rules.

  Maybe despite that. It wasn’t just great sex, but he didn’t want to think about it, too much, in case it ended too soon.

  Kyle decided to just enjoy.

  He poured them both a glass of wine and Lauren’s eyes widened with surprise. “I’ve earned it,” he acknowledged and touched his glass to hers. “Here’s to surprises, seductions, and unexpected aerobic exercise.”