She nestled her cheek into the spot on his neck that was made for her. “This might sound stupid. But I like bein’ isolated with you on the ranch. It’s our own little world. We don’t have to share it with anyone. We don’t have to worry about other people’s preconceived ideas about how we are with each other as a married couple. Especially since we’ve had a rocky past. In our house, in our bed, I get to be the real me.” She kissed his neck. “I like who I am when I’m with you, Kyle. I like who we are together.”
That was awful damn close to a declaration of love…wasn’t it? Here was his chance.
Then Celia lifted her head and looked at him. “So let’s go back in and see what else this group has in store for us.”
“We can’t just take off for home now?” So I can tell you how I feel without interruption?
“Nope. Buck up, little camper, and face the music. Literally.” She smirked. “I promised Garnet you’d dance with her at least once.”
“Jesus.”
“The good thing? She’s just as bad a dancer as you are.”
Chapter Seventeen
Kyle backed the truck up to the steps and unloaded the wedding shower haul. Celia transferred the gifts to the kitchen, living room, and bathroom.
He’d been so quiet on the drive home she wondered if he’d forgotten about her anything goes vibrator promise.
So when she walked into their bedroom and saw him sprawled on the bed, surrounded by four vibrators, and reading the…instruction manual…she couldn’t stop the small gasp.
He flashed his aw shucks you caught me grin. “I thought you might’ve been hidin’ from me.”
Celia pointed to the vibrators and lube. “After seeing all that? Maybe I should be.”
“Aw, kitten, it’ll be fun. I promise.” His gaze flicked over her, head to toe. “Strip.”
“But I wanted to take a shower first.”
Kyle shook his head. “You’ll just have to take another one when I’m done with you anyway. Clothes off. Now.”
As soon as she finished stripping, he was wearing that cocky little male smirk. “What?”
“You like it when I boss you around.”
The impulse to deny it was strong. She gave him a haughty look instead.
Which just made him laugh. “I’m curious about something.”
“What?”
“Don’t you already have a vibrator?”
“Why would you assume that?”
“Most women do. Is it hidden in the bedroom someplace? Maybe we oughta play a round of find the vibrator?”
Celia crossed her arms over her chest. “Have a ball. You won’t find one, because I don’t have one.”
That sinful dimple in his cheek winked at her. “Does that mean you have more than one?”
“For God’s sake, Kyle, no. I used to have a basic model and I—”
“Wore it out?” he supplied.
That’s when she pounced on him. Of course, he had the advantage because she was naked. He angled his head and sucked her nipple to distract her.
Then he rolled her and pinned her to the mattress. “Tell me why you don’t have at least one vibrator.”
“Fine. I had one. I bought it when I started traveling on the road because I didn’t have to worry about Hank or Abe finding it in my room. It was a serious eye-opener. It got me off fast.”
“Like how fast?”
“Under two minutes.”
His eyes widened. “Really? No pressure for us guys.”
“It felt good, it was fast, so I started using it a lot.”
“Define a lot.”
She’d never admitted this to anyone. It was sort of embarrassing. “At least five times a day.”
“Holy shit. Really?”
“Yeah. It was getting to be a problem. But what could I do? Call in to Dr. Oz and ask his advice about how to cure my obsession with a vibrating piece of plastic? I knew what he’d tell me to do. So I tossed it in the garbage when it ran out of batteries.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Hmmm…Last week?”
Kyle tickled her until she shrieked.
Damn man had always known all of her ticklish spots. “You deserved that!”
He backed off the bed and shed his clothes. His c**k was already hard. He grabbed the longest vibrator off the bed. It had a cord and some funky attachments. “This one is actually supposed to be used as a massager.” Kyle studied the head, about the size of a squashed tennis ball. “I’ve never had a vibrator used on me. So, kitten, let’s see if that two-minute time frame works on a guy.”
“You want me to time it?”
He chuckled. “No, you’re gonna use it on me and I’ll set the timer. So, on your knees.”
Her entire body did a happy clench at the possibilities this wicked man could come up with just on the fly.
Kyle plugged in the massager. Then he perched on the edge of the bed, making the muscles and veins in his forearms pop out.
Before he said she couldn’t, Celia rubbed her face across those bulging tendons. Rough skin, soft hair, rock-hard muscles, all wrapped up in his musky scent. She let her tongue follow the prominent vein until she reached the bend in his elbow.
He tilted her face up. “As much as I love that, don’t get distracted. We’re on a fact-finding mission, remember?”
Celia laughed and sucked his c**k all the way into her mouth.