Room for You (Cranberry Inn #1) - Page 37/64

She returned my kiss willingly, holding my face in her hands, letting me explore her mouth … possess it.

“You taste like powdered sugar,” I said, breaking free to pull my t-shirt off of her.

“Oh shit!” She tried to scramble off my lap, but I caught her hips and held her still.

“What?”

“The French toast, it’s gonna burn!”

“Fuck it.” I waved toward the kitchen. “Let it burn, I’m more interested in something else French right now.”

I kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth while she continued arguing.

“Brody, your smoke alarm is gonna go off.”

The burnt smell of charred bread filled the air and I knew she was right. Not a fucking chance was I letting her go though.

I cupped her ass and stood up, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the kitchen. I set her on the counter next to the stove, not taking my lips off hers as she fumbled around for the knob.

She turned the burner off as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it over the counter. The cold air immediately hardened her nipples about the same time I realized she didn’t have panties on under my shirt after all.

“Oh my God … you had no underwear on.”

Biting her lip, she giggled. “I know. There was no time. I was hungry.”

This girl exuded sexiness from every pore in her body, even when she didn’t know it. She was beautiful and confident … and mine.

“I’m hungry too,” I mumbled, running my tongue along her neck while I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples gently.

She arched her back and pushed her chest into me, clearly enjoying my playing. My cotton pajama pants started feeling annoyingly tight just as she reached in and freed me. Her warm, tiny hand felt unbelievably good encasing my cock, rubbing and stroking from the base to the tip.

“Wanna go in your room?” She purred with a dazed look in her eyes.

“Hell no, I want you right here.” Teasing her perfect little mouth with my tongue, I gently ran my hand from her knee all the way up her inner thigh. Her legs instantly coated in goose bumps, she twitched as I got close to her center.

“Little jumpy, are we?”

“More like needy.” She squeaked out, letting her head fall back.

Knowing that she was so anxious to feel my hands on her pussy made it difficult not to fuck her senseless right away, but I was selfish and wanted to bring her close to the edge and back again … but not with my fingers. I pushed her knees apart and knelt down in front of her, as her head shot up, her body tensing. “Brody, wait … no one’s ever-”

I watched her eyes roll back in her head as my tongue slowly slid from the bottom of her pussy up to her ready, swollen clit.

“What were you saying?” I teased as she groaned an inaudible response. Tickling and massaging her tiny sweet spot with my tongue was almost as entertaining as watching her reaction to it.

Almost.

It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing when I was getting lost in her enjoyment.

Biting her lip, she leaned back against the breakfast bar, her hands desperately searching the smooth counter for something to grab on to while I continued my assault on her clit. The closer she got, the wetter she got, making it impossible for me to wait any longer. I stood up and sprinted to my room, grabbing a condom out of my drawer. I think it was the fastest I’d ever run in my whole fucking life.

“Here,” I said, handing her the condom.

“You want me to put it on?” She panted, nervously.

No words came out of my mouth. I focused on her eyes and nodded.

With shaky hands, she took the condom out of the package and set it on my tip, upside down. Not wanting to embarrass her, I inconspicuously flipped it over and put my hand over hers, helping her guide it onto me. The need to be inside her was growing by the second and I’d had enough. I grabbed her hips and moved her to the edge of the counter.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I growled as I pushed inside of her.

She locked her thighs around my hips, her hands clutching my shoulders as she called out from the force of my thrust.

“You okay?” I paused.

“Yeah, a little sore from earlier, but don’t stop,” she uttered breathlessly, pulling me tighter. “You feel too good.”

I sunk my cock in her as deep as I could, slowly pulled it almost all the way out before plunging back in. Continuing this slow dance was torture on both of us, but it would be worth it in the end. My balls felt heavy, tightening as I grew close, but I knew she wasn’t quite there yet.

Fuck…

Kitchen towel. Ceiling fan. Dog food. Pumpkins.

Kacie started rolling her hips, grinding on me as she dug her nails into my shoulder blades. “Stop playing around and fuck me.” She moaned and I couldn’t help but smile at what a filthy little mouth she could have when she wanted, but I’d tease her about that later. My girl had needs. I put my hands on her ass, holding tight so she wouldn’t slip backwards as drove myself hard into her, faster and faster.

“Oh God.” She hissed, biting down gently on my shoulder as her pussy tightened around my cock, the pressure of her contractions pushing me over my own edge. I squeezed her ass so tight I hoped I wasn’t hurting her as I thrust through my own climax, grunting and gulping in air as fast as possible.

In no rush to move, she sat curled around me with her head resting on my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her.

“Is that your heart pounding so hard, or mine?” she asked against my skin, sounding winded.

I grinned, taking a deep breath of her scent. “I think it’s yours. My heart can’t pump right now. All the blood in my body is pooled in a different area.”

A couple hours and a hundred kisses later, I waved bye to Kacie as she pulled out of my parking garage and disappeared around the corner. Diesel and I went for a quick walk and I headed back upstairs to face my mom.

“Brody Michael … what am I gonna do with you?” she said as she answered the phone.

“Now, Mom, is that any way to answer your phone?” I joked.

“It is when your son is in big trouble. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing, Mom. I’m good. I’m so good.”

My mind started replaying the last day and a half I’d spent with Kacie like a film reel for my soul. Kacie grinning at me over Viper’s shoulder as he tackle-hugged her, that blue dress, walking hand in hand as I showed her my favorite places around town, that blue dress, the way she finally opened up this morning and told me a little about her past, that blue dress, making love to her … twice.

That. Blue. Dress.

A million different emotions in such a short period of time, but it was one of the best weekends I’d ever had in my whole life.

“So, what’s the deal? Who is this girl?” She sounded concerned.

“Remember a couple weeks ago when the storm parked me at that inn for a couple days? Well, she was there. She lives there actually, with her mom … and her daughters.” I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for my mom’s reaction.

I wanted everything about Kacie out on the table, nothing held back.

“Her daughters?” She sounded calmer than I was expecting.