Page 16 of Rough Ride

“Kye!”

Immediately the warmth of his tongue on her clitoris made her fall back, one hand gripping at her own hair while the other took hold of his. Kye took her left leg and draped it over his shoulder, pulling her into a more receptive angle, her body now laying wide open to his hungry mouth. The first time he’d smelled her honey aroma he knew she’d taste of it too and she certainly didn’t disappoint.

“Oh God,” Eliana cried feeling lighting under her skin. Her abdominal muscles were constricting and breathing felt impossible. Eyes squeezed shut, she tried to force every thought out of her mind so she could enjoy the feel of his smooth tongue that was alternating short flicks and long licks.

Kye was clearly enjoying himself as he experimented with his ministrations. He had to hold her hips still after she had bucked so hard he almost lost his position when his teeth nipped at her bud.

She was getting close. Her moans were deeper and she couldn’t hold still to save her life. Kye dug his fingers into the tender spots just inside either hipbone and with a few more flicks of his tongue after sucking her into his mouth, Eliana rasped out a long trembling moan that came out in short pants. Her body tensed and released and she all but pushed him away as her pleasure turned to sensitivity.

Her orgasm hadn’t fully subsided yet when he flipped her over onto her stomach and drew her hips back so she was bent over in front of him. Her face was buried in her pillow but he could still hear her long groan when his thumb entered her. Still thrumming, her muscles tightened around him and he began rubbing his fingers over her core.

Eliana’s second surge came faster and harder than the first and she felt something so deep inside her she didn’t know it was there, completely explode with pleasure. There wasn’t an ounce of dissatisfaction left in her when she collapsed on her stomach and Kye withdrew his hand.

He placed a series of small kisses along her spine that gave her chills and he pulled the hair off her neck to kiss those perfect freckles. She made a humming noise of contentment as she turned so her back was against his chest.

“Wow,” she breathed and she could tell Kye was smiling even as he kissed the back of her neck. Reaching her arm behind her, she took him by the back of the head and pulled him down to claim his mouth that was still warm from the heat she’d given him.

His hand slid up her bare chest to cup her face, his eyes studying her, looking for any sign that she was unhappy. Her eyes were closed and there was a blissful half-smile on her face. She tried to stifle a yawn unsuccessfully and he reached down to pull the covers over her.

“Wait,” she said, her eyes popping open. “What about you…”

“I need to make a phone call,” he interrupted knowing where she was going with that sentence.

“A phone call? Right now? You’re joking,” she said rolling over onto her back. Kye was already standing and retrieved his shirt from the floor before pulling it on. “Kye?” she asked with furrowed brows, the blanket pulled up to her chest. He walked back over to her and tucked a finger under her chin and kissed her.

“Eat that,” he said nodding to the plate of unfinished spaghetti. “I’ve already eaten my dinner.” With a wolfish smile and wink, he breezed from the room closing the door behind him. Eliana sat in the dark room for a long moment trying to wrap her mind around his sudden departure.

Ultimately, she scooted herself farther under the covers, tucked a pillow against her chest and fell into a pertinently relaxed slumber.

* * *

Kye had spent so long standing under the icy shower, he was almost positive there would be a water shortage in Maine. Towel drying his hair after his third shower since the night before, he dressed in black jeans and a v-neck shirt. Having taken up residence in Henry’s old room that had been completely gutted and cleaned, he grabbed a pair of riding boots from the closet where his clothes hung and quietly made his way downstairs.

It was still early and he saw Eliana’s door was closed when he passed. Thinking she was still asleep, he kept moving until he was at the bottom of the stairs. He balked, however, when he saw that Eliana was not only awake, she was dressed and hovering over the table where she was furiously writing on a legal pad.

He cleared his throat as he stood in the archway and she looked up, “good morning,” he greeted. Eliana’s face was expressionless and she went back to what she was doing. “You’re up early,” he observed as he walked behind the island of the kitchen.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she said shortly and opened an empty folder which she started filling with stacks from the table.

“These the new files?”

“Yes.”

“The guys must have dropped them off in the night,” Kye said picking up a paper and looking it over. “I’ll make some coffee,” he offered but when he reached the pot he saw it was already full. He started to pour some into two mugs when he noticed it was off.

“It’s old,” Eliana stated without looking up.

“I’ll make a fresh pot.”

“Figured you’d like it cold,” she muttered. “Cold like your heart.”

“What?” Kye asked confused. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

Setting the pot down he walked over to her and put a hand on her back. She slid away from him to the other side of the table. Kye observed her for a moment. She was refusing to meet his eyes and her posture was rigid. Hardly the picture of the purring kitten he’d left in bed the night before. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”