Let It Ride by Katherine Garbera

chin, tilting her head back until she met his gaze. She saw a lightness there she seldom saw. And though she was embarrassed, she felt a little better.
    “Ready for brunch?” he asked with a wicked arch of one brow. “Or perhaps I should say lunch, now.”
    “I…yes. Sorry. I’m used to eating an early lunch.”
    “Why?”
    “Because at work we have to cover the phones, and I drew the first lunch break.”
    “Do you like that?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow. His free hand rested on her stomach and he looked down at her in that intense way of his she was coming to realize meant he was processing everything about her.
    “What’s to like? It’s part of working.”
    “I can go to lunch whenever I want,” he said with an expansive gesture that encompassed her and the bedroom.
    “I haven’t seen you eat anything yet today,” she said. She wasn’t about to explain office politics to this man who owned a hotel/casino. It’d be nice if she was the senior person in her office and able to decide when she wanted to go to lunch, but she wasn’t. And she was working to pay off her house, so sometimes she had to do things she didn’t necessarily want to do.
    “Who said lunch was all about food?” he said, caressing her from her neck to her waist with languid strokes of his broad hand. He came close to touching her breasts, but stopped just shy of them. At last, using a forefinger, he traced the flesh at the bottom of one breast.
    An incredible sense of fullness, of voluptuousness filled her. She shifted her shoulders against the duvet and tried with such movement to direct him where she wanted his touch.
    She glanced up and realized he’d said something and was waiting for a response. Something about lunch and food? She didn’t really care. She wanted him to make love to her again.
    “What did you say?” she asked. She traced one finger down the center of his chest, following the patterns in the hair there. She loved the strength of him, but also the differences between the two of them. The way he made her feel so soft and feminine, just by being in the same room with her.
    “That lunch isn’t necessarily all about food,” he repeated as she tiptoed her fingers closer to his groin.
    “Oh,” was all she said. She sat up to better see his body. Pushing on his shoulder, she urged him onto his back. She didn’t kid herself that she’d manipulated him to where she wanted him. Deacon had lain back because he wanted to. Whether because he was indulging her or because he craved more of her touch she didn’t know.
    She shifted to her knees and touched his entire body this time, starting at the top of his dark hair and stroking every inch of his flesh. Then she followed the same path with her lips and tongue. She did this twice, avoiding his groin completely the first time, just trailing her fingers over his body. And then the second time Kylie let her breath caress him.
    He’d hardened even more than before. She lowered her head to drop a kiss on the tip of his erection. He held himself tense under her mouth and the hands that rested on his thighs.
    She glanced up his body, some of her curls dropping to caress his length. “Like this?”
    “Hell, yes,” he said.
    She turned back to him and took him into her mouth. He moaned her name when she reached between his legs to cup him intimately. She continued to suck at him until his hips left the bed and his hands bracketed her head. Then he pulled her up the length of his body.
    Using his hands on her thighs, he positioned her on top of him. The feel of his erection against her flesh was a pleasure in itself—but reminded her they were close to having unprotected sex.
    “Condom?” she said.
    His hands were on her breasts, plucking at her nipples. His erection was nudging closer and closer to her center. And she was tempted to say the hell with it.
    “Nightstand. Top drawer,” he said.
    She scooted up his body and leaned over to open the drawer and