“Oh yeah,” he disagreed as she broke in orgasm.

•   •   •

His body seemed to scream at him, the savage male in him pummeling at his consciousness as Kam watched her writhe against his hand and pulsing cock.

Take her. Sink into all that tight, sweet glory.

But the image of Lin experiencing rapture was even more compelling than the taunting voice. He nursed her through her climax, feeling the rush of her warm juices around his finger, her convulsing channel pulling at him. Desire lanced him. She looked so beautiful, her eyes closed, her face lightly glazed with perspiration, her breasts thrust upward, the nipples tight and hard. For a few seconds he protected himself against the image of her, clamping his eyelids shut. He grasped his cock hard, squeezing it into submission.

It didn’t work—not really—because once she’d given one last gasp and sunk heavily onto the mattress, he fell on her like a ravenous animal. He nuzzled her belly and slid his tongue over satin-smooth skin. The harmonious beauty of her stunned him anew. Had he ever touched such an exquisite woman? He took a gentle bite at the side of her waist. He slid a delectable nipple into his mouth and laved the stiff crest briskly with his tongue. Using his hand, he molded the firm flesh, making it more pronounced for his mouth, licking and sucking and biting ever so gently at the responsive flesh. She bucked her hips up against him and moaned, giving him her approval. Finally lifting his mouth, he transferred to her other breast, but he didn’t like leaving the first sweet crest at all. He continued to play with it as he hungrily sucked the other, tweaking the damp, erect flesh with his fingertips and shaping her breast to his palm.

Her sharp cries finally breached the thick haze of his lust. He lifted his head, staring at the erotic vision of Lin’s firm, fleshy breasts flushed with desire, rising and falling so temptingly as she panted. His breath was coming fast and erratically, too. It was hard to think, with his cock feeling ponderous and aching between his thighs, his desire about to burst out of his very skin.

He shifted his knees slightly, kneeling over her, his gaze still glued to her heaving, thrusting breasts. He cradled them from below and lifted before letting go, entranced by the spring of firm flesh.

“Kam, please,” she cried out sharply when he repeated the action, pausing to rub her nipples with his thumbs.

He focused on Lin’s face. Her large, usually somber brown eyes were glazed with passion, her expression tight and wild. The vision of her transformed from a cool, calm professional into a hot-blooded, hungry woman scored his consciousness. She was an addictive substance, without a doubt.

He reached between her thighs, his fingers dipping into the evidence of her abundant arousal. He rubbed her clit firmly and soaked in her whimpers. His cock leapt a moment later when she held her breath and let it out on a shaky moan of climax. She twisted beneath him, her pelvis coming off the mattress as she pressed against him, shuddering in pleasure.

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It was too much. He couldn’t take any more. His cock couldn’t. He grasped it and pumped, his intent single-minded. His rough moan strained his throat as he fell over the edge and began to ejaculate. Lin’s cries of bliss fractured and turned to moans as ropes of white semen fell onto her heaving breasts and ribs. He couldn’t stop it, the claws of pure pleasure clutching at him, ripping at him.

When he came back to himself, he was leaning down over her on his knees, one hand supporting himself on the upholstered headboard, the other still pumping his supersensitive cock. A few more thick drops of semen fell on Lin’s nipple. For several seconds, he struggled to recover, the only sounds in the still room that of their combined soughing, erratic breaths. Their blended pants joined them somehow, the connection remaining even when both of them began to slow.

•   •   •

Lin lay there, completely undone, melted by blasting pleasure. Neither of them spoke when he finally moved, leaning back onto his knees. He rapidly unwound the band from her wrists, freeing her.

“I’ll be right back,” he said gruffly. She didn’t have any strength to protest against his getting off the bed and walking toward the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a washcloth and a box of tissues. He tossed the tissues onto the bedside table and sat down next to her.

“That feels good,” she murmured as he gently moved the warm, damp cloth over her skin.

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked, his brow quirked upward as he attended to his task of carefully cleaning her right breast.

“Mad at you?” she asked, confused.

“For this,” he clarified under his breath, nodding to his task of washing her.

“I’m not as much of a neat freak and perfectionist as everyone seems to think I am.”

He glanced up and met her stare. “Funny.”

“What?”

“I told Ian much the same thing.”

For once, his reference to his brother didn’t fracture her complete attention on him. “It was very erotic,” she said in a hushed tone. “And I did tell you I wanted to watch you come.”

Her core clenched yet again in desire when she saw his sheepish smile. She smiled back. The moment struck her as sublimely sweet, even more so because it was in direct contrast to Kam’s typical raw, primal intensity.

After he’d cleaned her, he dried her with a few tissues. Then he came down next to her on the bed. The air against her damp, naked skin had chilled her, but Kam was like a cozy fire. She sighed in satisfaction when he rolled her into his arms and her cheek pressed against a dense pectoral muscle. She nestled her nose and lips in the crook of his shoulder and neck, thinking of how good it felt, how right the fit. He smoothed her hair back off her face and continued to stroke it.




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