WalkingSin by Lynn LaFleur Page A

Kelcey seemed to be
filled with more feeling, more meaning.
    Dax cleared his throat. “How do you feel?”
    “I ache, low in my belly.”
    That meant her pussy was probably open and
creamy. He tightened his hold on the bedspread to keep from finding out for
sure.
    She shifted forward on his legs. Dax
inhaled sharply when her mound bumped his tight balls. A man could be sexually
frustrated but it wouldn’t kill him. At least, Dax had never thought so until
now.
    “Kelcey, may I touch you?”
    She bit her bottom lip, obviously torn. He
understood the desire flooding her body battled with her fear. He wanted to do
whatever he could to help her.
    “I won’t touch you if you aren’t ready.”
    She rested her hands on his shoulders. “I’d
like to kiss you again.”
    “I have no problem with that.”
    Dax gave her everything he could with the
next kiss, from slow and tender to hot and passionate. She slid her hands into
his hair, held the back of his head while she devoured his mouth. Her lips
caressed, her tongue stroked. She tugged his lower lip between her teeth,
licked the inside of his lip the way he had hers a few moments ago. She stopped
kissing him long enough to take a breath before taking his mouth again.
    For a woman who hadn’t kissed many men, she
learned damned quick.
    His cock felt as if it would explode any
second. It had been a long time since he’d come in his pants. There was a very
good chance of that happening, especially with Kelcey rocking her hips so her
mound rubbed against his shaft and balls.
    God, he wanted to touch her!
    Kelcey leaned back and stared into his
eyes. Dax waited, not knowing what she planned to do next. She surprised him by
taking the hem of his T-shirt in her hands.
    “Raise your arms.”
    He did as she said. She tugged off his
shirt and tossed it to the floor. Dax closed his eyes when she placed those
soft hands on his chest. She glided them back and forth over his skin, slid
them down the center of his stomach. She stopped at the waistband of his pants.
    He opened his eyes again to see her staring
at the large bulge an inch from her palm. Indecision mixed with the heat in her
eyes.
    “I won’t hurt you, Kelcey. I swear that on
my life.”
    Her eyes softened with gratitude. Leaning
forward, she pressed her lips to his again. He almost swallowed his tongue when
he felt her hand slip inside his pants and wrap around his cock.
    She laid her face against the side of his
neck. “It’s so hot.”
    He caught himself before he arched into her
hand. He changed his mind. A man could die of sexual frustration. That
would happen to him any moment now.
    “Dax?” she whispered directly into his ear.
    “Yeah,” he managed to choke out.
    “I want you to touch me.”
    His cock gave a happy twitch. Before he did
anything, he had to know exactly what she wanted. “Where?”
    “Wherever you want to.”
    His first impulse was to cradle a breast
and slide a hand between her thighs. He suspected that would frighten Kelcey
until she’d gotten used to his touch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her
and simply held her close to him.
    The gentle nip on his earlobe prompted him
to slowly move his hands over her back. Her grip on his cock tightened when he
slipped his hands beneath her T-shirt. Still moving slowly, he glided his hands
across her back, up and down her spine. Venturing lower, he discovered nothing
covering her ass.
    Sweat broke out on his forehead when he
realized only his pants separated her pussy from his cock. He could push them
down, lift her over his dick and sink into her creamy heat in a manner of
seconds.
    His hormones liked that idea a lot.
    Her thumb brushed over the head of his
shaft. Her curiosity would make him lose it long before he wanted this to be
over. Dax gritted his teeth to get his hormones back under control. He couldn’t
come until he made sure he satisfied Kelcey.
    Looking into Kelcey’s eyes, Dax ran his
hands up and down her sides beneath her