Page 26 of Son of a Preacher Man
He liked that answer.
Gliding his fingers around her neck, they slipped into her hair. Kodiak pulled her closer, kissing along her jaw, he burred into her ear. “And when’s the last time you felt one inside you?”
“Ohhh…a long time ago.”
“How long?”
“Does it matter?” Shaking her head, Kelly pulled away. “College.”
A decade? Jesus Christ.
Kodiak tugged her back. “You want me to change that?”
Sultry blue eyes locked with his, she wet her lips. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want…” Slipping her hand inside his jeans, Kelly held onto his dick and squeezed. “…to feel you inside me.”
His lips quirked up. “I win.”
“You win?”
“I win.” Reclining against the arm of the sofa, Kodiak took Kelly with him. His nose skimming along hers, he whispered softly against her lips, “Our bet.”
“I don’t recall any—”
He took her mouth, sealing off her words. Enfolded in his strong, muscular arms, Kodiak kissed her. Soft and warm and breathless. Tasting the wine on his tongue, Kelly inhaled the hedonistic scent of his skin. Bergamot, hot cocoa, and a light air of incense wrapped around her senses while a burgeoning need began to pull at her belly.
And she was so fucking glad for it.
She hadn’t felt this way with a man for so long, she feared she never would again.
But with his hands kneading her ass, Kodiak pressed her pliant body to the hardness in his jeans. “Oooh,” Kelly gasped. Yeah, no mistaking that. She definitely felt it.
He groaned into her mouth, their kiss turning deep and hungry. His fingers thrust into her hair, grasping it tightly at the nape. Then holding onto her ass with his other hand, he lifted them up from the couch. Her legs encircled his waist, and with his lips never leaving hers, Kodiak walked them back inside.
Up the stairs.
Ten paces down a hall.
And when her feet finally touched the floor, he was still kissing her.
He released her hair, fingertips sweeping down her spine. Succulent kisses along her jaw. Staggered breaths. Spectral eyes of the softest green, the pupils burning black, stared straight into her soul.
Goosebumps sheeted her skin.
Kodiak couldn’t know that, yet the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk, seemingly pleased with himself for the effect he was having on her. Hands dipped beneath her sweater, grazing bare skin along the way. He raised it over her head and let it drop to the floor.
Kelly stood still, cheeks heating, her chest heaving with every breath. Fingertips swept her collarbone, slowly brushing across her breasts. Quivering flesh confined in translucent, sorbet silk.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, awestruck as if seeing her for the very first time.
Maybe, in a way, he was.
Landing on top of it, his Henley joined her sweater. Defined ridges, ink, and smooth, golden skin. Fine, dark hair dusted his chest, narrowing into a trail down his stomach. Kelly reached out to feel it, surprised at its softness.
His hand covering hers, he held it against his pec and sat down on the bed. Then inhaling her, Kodiak pressed a kiss to her belly and popped the button on her jeans. Warm lips pressed to her skin, he pulled them down.
