Without a speck of modesty, he pushed down his jeans and boxers, and without looking, threw them in the general direction of his shirt and shoes.Trust, he reminded himself. That’s what he needed from her.
Breathing deeper, Glory tracked his every step as he moved to the nightstand to pick up a condom. He flipped it a few times, enjoying how her focus stayed on his dick, then he handed it to her. “Why don’t you put it on me?”
As she sat forward, her chest rose on a deep breath. “The light...”
“Can go off when you’re done.”
Briefly, her gaze met his—with apology, and maybe a touch of gratitude, too.
Kam touched the side of her face. “It’s your show, Glory. Whatever you need, remember?”
A flush rose in her cheeks, warm and enticing, followed by a sultry smile. With one hand, she held the condom packet, and with the other, she reached out to stroke his hip. “You devastate me.”
That husky timbre in her voice hit him hard. “Back atcha.”
Shaking her head, she said, “I’m just me. But you...” She leaned forward to brush her nose against his torso, which nearly stopped his heart. “You smell so good.”
Damn, much more of that and he’d lose it. “You smell good too, Glory. Waking up with you against me, my nose in your hair or against your neck, is one of my favorite things.” While he spoke, he brushed his fingers through her hair. “Right up there with hearing you laugh.” Serious, hoping she’d understand, he added, “You don’t laugh often enough.”
“I’ll try to do better.” The whispered words, said absently, preceded the bold curl of her fingers around him. He barely had time to drag in a breath before he felt the soft press of her lips.
Closing his eyes didn’t help, so he opened them again to watch her. Nothing in this world could be hotter than Glory’s blond hair falling forward, half hiding her face while her pink lips parted, followed by the slow stroke of her tongue across his dick.
“God,” he growled, trying to find the words to encourage her, to hurry her along.
“I’m glad you left the light on for this.”
Yeah, he was glad, too.
With no other warning, she drew him into her mouth, damp heat closing around him.
“Glory...” His muscles locked, but he kept his hand gentle as he stroked her hair, her shoulder, the side of her face, where he felt the way her cheeks hollowed on a slow suck. For two minutes more, he enjoyed the slow torture before he accepted he was at his breaking point. “Enough, or the night will be over without a single condom used.” After uttering that nonsense, he had to catch his breath. “Condom on, babe. No more playing.”
Eyes half closed, she slicked her tongue over her bottom lip, then smiled up at him. “You have promises to keep.” She rolled the condom onto him, then stretched over to turn out the lamp.
Damn. He’d half hoped she’d moved beyond it, but he wasn’t about to slow things down now. Blindly, he reached out, felt her leg, and then tracked his fingers up to the closure of her jeans. “Okay for me to get these off you?”
Her hesitation hung in the air. Kam held his breath, waiting.
“Yes.”
Yeah, that about did it. Her small quiet agreement had the impact of a vow. To keep her from regrets, he lectured himself about ensuring his hands were on safe ground—at least, the ground she deemed safe. Meaning off her left shoulder and hip.
When he stripped off her jeans, he took her silky panties, too, dropping both to the floor. Moving over her, he held her face and kissed her urgently, because she needed to catch up.
Fortunately, she was already there, her hands in his hair, her legs wrapping around him. Damn it, she still wore her shirt and bra, and as much as he wanted them gone, it was her call.
“Now, Kam. I can’t wait.”
Worked for him. He reached down to move two fingers over her, feeling her wetness, her heat. He positioned himself, and they both pressed together with need.
Nothing with Glory was conventional.
That was just one of the things that made her so special.
A few hours later, they were both still breathing hard—after round two.
Smiling, Kam drew Glory atop him. He might have rushed her to bed, but she’d kept him there. She still wore her shirt,but at least her bra was open now, the cups tangled up under her arms. She hadn’t yet removed her makeup, and when he tried to imagine how she might look, he laughed.