Glory had a unique effect on him, and he was starting to like it.
When her door opened, he went still.
She peeked out, looked startled to see him waiting right there, but her surprise quickly settled into a gentle smile. That was all the encouragement he needed.
He couldn’t recall ever arranging sex quite like this. Usually it was more impulsive or expected. But not... arranged. A kiss led to a feel, which led to removing clothes and—ta-da—sex happened. On a couch, a bed...
Against a wall.
Somehow, in some indefinable way, this excited him even more.
The second he reached her, he pulled her into his arms. With the blackout blinds down and not a single lamp on, dark shadows dominated the room. From what he could feel, she wore a sleep shirt... and nothing else.
Oh, yeah. That worked for him.
One of her rules was him staying the whole night with her. A lot could happen in the dark, under the sheets, during sex.
Like a starving man, he took her mouth.
Showing her own lack of patience, she ran her hands over his chest, his shoulders, and down to his ass.
Okay then, fair play. He reciprocated, using his free hand to reach beneath the night shirt and encountering nothing but her warm silky skin. He groaned.
Glory pulled her mouth away and said, “The bed,” as she quickly led him to it.
He tripped over something, maybe a shoe. “Damn.”
“Right here.” She tried to tug him down to the mattress with her, but he held back. “Let me put the condoms on the nightstand.”
“Condoms, plural?”
“Three.”
She said nothing, and that worried him. He found the nightstand, made sure he wouldn’t knock over anything, and dropped the condoms there.
“You could lose the sleep pants.”
Kam paused. “You said some clothes?”
“For me. I’m all for you being naked.”
Before she’d finished talking, he had them off. “Done.”
Voice lower, sultry, she said, “Come here.”
Wow, this was new. Breathing hard, grinning, too, Kam reached for the bed, encountered her thigh, and used that touch to guide himself down beside her.
When he slid a hand to her hip, she caught his wrist and instead redirected him to her breast.
She’d already pushed the nightshirt up, leaving everything from her shoulders down bare. In the middle of rioting senses and burning lust, he wondered,Why the rules?But he kept the thought to himself. He wasn’t about to say or do anything that might cause her to shy away.
Besides, one of her rules had been no questions.
While he kissed her, caressed her, she lifted her leg over his hip.
Even immersed in the most intense sensuality, a small part of Kam’s brain went on autopilot. He was aware that she kept the nightshirt bunched above her breasts, and she didn’t wanthim touching her left hip. Right hip was fair game, kissing and touching—anywhere, everywhere—she loved. But it was her left hip, and possibly something to do with her shoulders, that had inspired her rules.
Kissing his way down her chest to her breasts, he plumped her up with his hands, then teased one nipple.