Page 69 of Best Kept Secret

“Hold my spot,” he said as he climbed out of bed. He glanced over his shoulder on the way out and saw her staring at his backside with a satisfied smile. He wished he could take a picture of her like that, not to be kinky but because she looked so beautiful.

Her hair was tousled from his fingers, lips swollen from their kisses, and skin glistening from their heat. She hadn’t bothered covering herself, looking perfectly comfortable in her nakedness as she lay on her side with her head propped in her hand.

“Hurry,” she repeated.

Tearing his eyes away, he went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. While he was washing his hands, he studied himself in the mirror. His hair was rumpled too, and he smiled, recalling when she’d tugged on it during her orgasm.

No matter what happened, he’d never forget this night as long as he lived. Then he remembered what he had to do. While he wanted to climb back into bed and ravish her all over again, he had to tell her. Hopefully, he’d still have the rest of the weekend to redeem himself.

Having made up his mind, he wiped his hands on the towel and steeled himself for whatever came next. However, when he stepped back into the bedroom, his mind went blank because…

“I got started without you,” she said, her voice a seductive purr.

A wall of intense heat rushed over him as his gaze roamed over her. She was touching herself, one hand on her breast and the other tucked between her legs.

“Kelsey…”

“I hope you don’t mind.”

He stalked toward her, his erection jutting out enthusiastically. “Mind? Hell no.”

He paused at the edge of the bed. “Should I…do you want me to watch?”

She shook her head and licked her lips. “I’d rather you just took over.”

“Gladly,” he said, unsure how he was able to form any words at all. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside her. Then she took his hand and placed it between her legs where her hand had just been. He wondered how long he’d been gone, because she was already soaked.

“I’ve never done that before,” she said, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Well, for the record, you can do it again, any time.”

She laughed and nuzzled her head against his chest. “I feel so…greedy.”

“Join the club,” he said as he teased her with his fingers.

“I might never want to leave this bed.”

“It must be the clean sheets.”

“Wrong. It’s the man on top of them.”

“I’d rather be on top of you.”

“It’s my turn to be on top.”

“Not gonna argue.”

“Good. Get another condom.”

So he did. Then he was treated to yet another magnificent view, an image of her that he’d never forget. She kneeled over his pelvis, took his erection in hand and slowly lowered herself down on it. If that hadn’t been tantalizing enough, then she rode him like an expert cowgirl—breasts thrust forward, head tipped back, and mouth partway open. It was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen, aside from her touching herself.

Soon he lost it, and then she did too. It wasn’t until afterward, when she lifted herself off him and collapsed on her back, that he remembered what he was supposed to tell her. But first, he took a few moments to catch his breath. Then he glanced over at her and saw her eyes were closed.

“Are you sleeping?” he whispered.

“Uh-uh.”

She looked so peaceful, though, and he figured she’d drift off if he let her.