Page 148 of Kylie

God, this woman. Despite the hell she’d been through, the years she’d lost, that sexy, sweet woman I had fallen in love with all those years ago was still inside her. More importantly, the connection we’d had since pretty much the first day I met her was still there. The attraction still burned like a wildfire.

A soft clink sounded when the phone charger hit the top of the dryer, lost and forgotten as I reached for her.

“There’s no seduction necessary,” I whispered against her mouth. “I’m ready and willin’ anytime you are.”

“Prove it.”

“I intend to.”

I leaned in, brushing my mouth against hers. Kylie’s lips were soft as they melded to mine, her tongue gentle. I could spend hours kissing this woman. Kissing in itself had always been an erotic seduction that thrilled me. Especially when it came to kissing Kylie and Travis.

But the slow, sweet glide into seduction lasted all of two seconds. A switch got flipped, and suddenly, the passion ignited and gentle morphed into fervent. Her hands slipped under my shirt, drawing a hiss from between my lips. I sucked in air as pure pleasure coursed through my system. I loved when she touched me. God, I loved it so damn much.

“Take it off,” she urged, tugging.

Who was I to deny her? I released her long enough to pull my shirt off, tossing it aside, not caring where it landed.

My mouth found hers once again as her cool hands glided over my chest. I focused on the sensation, letting that simple touch sear into my brain so I could pull it up later and remember how fucking good it felt. Good thing I did because Kylie didn’t linger for long. A few seconds later, I gasped as her hand slipped into my pajama pants, fisting my cock. I sucked in air, looking down, watching as she stroked me.

I loved watching the way her small hand looked curled around my dick. I groaned when her thumb caressed the sensitive head, the precum beading on the tip lubricating her movements.

But what made it even hotter was the way she was watching me. I could feel her attention shift, her gaze dropping to her stroking hand, lingering briefly, then lifting to watch my face. I could only imagine my expression. It was likely something between euphoric bliss and mind-numbing ecstasy.

“Kylie…” I couldn’t get enough of this woman, but by God, she was going to make me come if she kept doing that.

Grabbing her, I lifted her up, forcing her to let go of my dick. Turning, I set her on the top of the washer. Her arms wreathed my neck, her tongue dueled with mine.

It was my turn to touch, which I did as I peeled her T-shirt—which happened to be Travis’s—up and over her head. It joined mine somewhere on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so there was nothing to get in the way as I cupped her breasts. The weight of them in my palms brought back so many memories of times like this when we would have stolen moments together.

When she nipped my lip, I pinched her nipple. She moaned. I gasped.

It was fucking heaven.

“I want you inside me,” Kylie rasped against my mouth. “Fuck me, Gage. Please.”

The woman should know she didn’t need to beg. I’d always been unable to resist her. It was no different now.

However, I wasn’t quite ready to stop what I was doing.

“Give me one minute,” I told her, sliding my lips downward, along the sleek column of her neck.

Kylie moaned, tilting her head, allowing me to suck and lick her skin as I traveled down, down, down. I kissed her collarbone, inching lower. I pressed kisses to her chest, inhaling her sweet lavender scent. When I reached her nipple, I flicked the little nub with my tongue, then licked lightly before sucking her into my mouth.

Kylie’s fingers latched onto my hair, tugging roughly. “Gage!”

The sting fueled the flames, my cock throbbing, aching to have the wet heat of her sheathing me. I held off for as long as I could, sucking and licking her breasts, letting her sweet moans fan the flames.

“Now, Gage,” Kylie insisted, yanking my head back. Pain was more sweet ecstasy as it blasted through my scalp.

I chuckled, grabbing her and setting her on her feet once more. I spun her around. “Put your hands on the counter.”

She leaned forward, grabbing the granite edge, her hips jutting out toward me. I yanked her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles. She kicked them aside and was once again thrusting her ass in my direction. I didn’t need the hint, but since her ass was divine, I damn sure didn’t mind.

Stroking myself, I stepped up behind her, bending my knees so I could align my cock with her slick entrance. Rather than ramming myself home, I slid in slowly, inch by inch. Her pussy enveloped me, sending shards of pleasure dancing along my nerve endings.

“Goddamn, you feel good,” I groaned.

Kylie adjusted, lifting her hips, allowing me to go deeper. “Gage…”