Page 62 of Exit Strategy
They were an interesting trio to say the least. I don’t think I could do it – have an actualrelationshipwith two men at the same time. Especially two men as different as Kyle, sometimes called Lach, and Roan.
“You seem thoughtful,” Kurt observed.
“You mean distracted?” I asked with a gentle smile, and an answering one graced his full lips.
“Accurate, I’ll give you that,” he said.
“I’m probably a lot of both,” I confessed. “These three give a girl a lot to think about,” I said.
“Oh?” That one word, that single syllable, sounded almost cautious. My smile grew. For a man so confident in just aboutall things, Owen “Kurt” Worthington did have his hidden insecurities and for some reason, I think I tripped a few of them and I didn’t know why.
I went to him and wound my arms around his waist. He seemed almost too casually dressed for a place like this in his jeans and plaid-print, snap-button, western-cowboy type of shirt, but I secretly loved it. He was so at home and confident in his work boots, standing in the small sea of plush, high-pile carpet beneath our feet.
I tucked myself into his arms against his chest and felt the slight tension radiate through his muscles as I let my quiet confession slip about his friends.
“I could never do it,” I said. “I’m glad your friends are happy and that their arrangement works for them, but I’m always glad when you come through the door and rescue me from feeling too awkward. I don’t think their lifestyle is for me.”
I felt some of the tension ease from him as he put his arms around me and tipped my chin up to face him with gentle fingertips.
“Aye,” he murmured. “I’m glad they’re happy, and that these things work so well for them, but I’m not one for sharing,” he said. I couldn’t help but grace him with a thousand-watt smile at that, relief flooding me to a degree. We both laughed a bit nervously and when the slightly awkward moment passed, I begged him, “Kiss me?”
“I’ll do more than that, if you’ll let me.” His voice had dropped low into that sexy thrum that sizzled my nerve endings and sent a blot of electric shivers through me. I loved that he did that – asked permission before getting too physical with me, setting heart and mind at ease,askinginstead of justtaking.
“I’ll always let you,” I murmured just before our lips touched and my God, his kiss… it was better than any movie kiss ever produced. It made my toes curl into the thick, plush carpet and heat unfurled in the center of my body,wantcoursing through me for a deeper touch as his hands slid sexy and carefully over the thick lavish robe that probably cost more than I wanted to know about, from some crazy designer whose name is what garnered the price tag more than the actual make of the robe.
I loved how his big hands kneaded me so carefully through the rich cloth, easing minor aches and stiffness, and the way he reveled in the simple touches as though he were the one being treated rather than me.
He was so careful of me, but also firm; somehow leaving me feeling fragile but strong as well. I didn’t really know how to describe it, I just knew I liked it and that I was grateful for it.
He kissed me carefully, an almost chaste thing until I parted my lips for him at which point, he groaned, and I can’t tell you how much I loved that sound coming from him. It sounded to me, like I was a treasure, something long sought and desired and above all, it wasn’t… it wasn’t…skeevy.It didn’t make my skin crawl. It made my heart soar and above all, it boosted my confidence, allowed me the space to do whatIwanted, whatIdesired, which was to have as much of Kurt’s warmth and strength pressed against me as possible.
“Callie.” His voice was a desire-filled strangled whisper as my fingers went to the snaps on his shirt, swiftly unclasping one after the other, my fingers deft even if my mind couldn’t be with how much he filled my senses.
I smoothed hands over his warm chest, and he stared down at me, between us, watching me do it.
“Cor, girl… you have no idea what you do to me,” he said, and I smiled up at him, my hands gliding down his stomach, over his belt, to grip his thick cock through the denim of his jeans.
“I mean, I have some idea,” I said with a slightly nervous laugh at my sudden boldness. He chuckled too and placed a hand against the side of my neck, caressing the line of my jaw with the pad of his thumb, his other hand gripping my upper arm on the opposite side through the thick robe. He held on to me as though he held on to a fixed point in a storm, swaying on his feet slightly as though drunk on the sensation of my small hand rubbing him through his jeans.
“You…” he gasped. “You, you, you!” He laughed and cleared his throat. I bit my bottom lip as I smiled, emboldened by the effect I seemed to have on him. The fact that just standing here like this, not even naked, not even really doing anything seemed to have him almost completely undone. It was both a powerful and really good feeling, I had to say.
He stepped into me, gathering me close, effectively trapping my arms between us, but rather than worry or send me into a tizzy, it had quite the opposite effect as his lips captured mine again. I sighed out in utter contentment as he pulled me tight against him by my butt and kneaded me through the robe.
One of the things I could appreciate most about Kurt is when we were like this, there was no hurry, no rush. He was always so gentle, but firm, so kind and so attentive to my wants and needs and I craved it, like a flower too long left in the shade, wilting from neglect, finally given a taste of the sun.
I felt like I bloomed fully under his tender touch, and I craved it so wholly – his gentleness, his kindness. A small part of me felt guilty for it.
“What’s this?” he asked, caressing my cheek. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at the concern in his eyes, and turned my face into his touch, nuzzling the palm of his hand.
“Nothing,” I lied and laid a kiss against the heel of his hand.
“That look wasn’t nothing, Love. Talk to me,” he murmured.
“I don’t want to ruin the mood,” I whispered, and he took a gentle half-step back from me.
“I’d like to think it’s quite impossible to do that, Love… but we need to talk about this.”
“About what?” I asked.
