Private Parts. Tori Carrington

and friends talked, he figured he was probably the only man on earth who had never had a one-night stand. The only women he’d been intimate with he had dated. Usually for a couple of months before he even got to second base, much less third.

      The thought that he hadn’t even taken Kendall out for coffee struck him as odd. As if what was happening were part of a dream instead of reality.

      She pressed her fingers against his hard-on and he groaned.

      This was so much better than any dream.

      “Mmm. Told you,” she murmured, kissing him again.

      “Told me what?”

      She forced his shoulders back until he was half lying on the bed, his arms still pinned by his shirt. “Told you we could do this better.”

      She stood, her gaze plastered to his as she toyed with the belt fastened around her waist. Then she slowly untied it, allowing the silky material of the robe to fall away, exposing a narrow slip of her nudeness down to the thin scrap of white cotton that was her panties.

      Kendall curved her fingers so that they rested inside the lapels and slid them up and down, her knuckles grazing her own skin.

      Hot. So very, very hot.

      “If I’d have known you were coming I would have worn sexier panties.”

      Troy forced a swallow down his impossibly tight throat. “I think what you have on is sexy enough.”

      Who was he kidding? He nearly came merely looking at the way the cotton clung to her springy curls.

      She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing the fabric to move back and forth. “Do you think so?”

      Troy nodded several times, not trusting his voice.

      Kendall smiled and popped one of her shoulders out of the robe, then the other, as she held the material over her breasts.

      He groaned. He was grossly unprepared for any of this. He’d never even been to a strip joint, for God’s sake.

      Okay, maybe he had gone once. But it had been for a business meeting and he’d barely looked at the girls on stage. At least until one of them stuck her perfectly rounded bottom into his face. He’d been so embarrassed he hadn’t known what to do, until his brother Ari handed him a five-dollar bill and indicated he should put it in her G-string.

      He had. And the instant the stripper had moved away, Troy had called the meeting to an abrupt end.

      Ari had teased him about that night for months afterward.

      But Kendall … she was no strange stripper looking for a fiver to be tucked into her underpants. Although with her smoking body, she could easily qualify for the job.

      She leaned over him, kissing him so thoroughly he forgot about G-strings and robes and just about everything else outside of his growing desire to be joined with her.

       Now.

      5

      KENDALL HAD KNOWN HER share of guys. And while a couple of them had come close to Troy in the looks department, not a one could touch the passion that was written on every inch of him.

      While she played at casual seduction, a deep, hot ball of wonderment began growing low in her belly. A sensation she wasn’t familiar with but intrigued her no end.

      There was just something about the way he looked at her. Allowed her to take control.

      She broke their kiss and leaned back to tug his shirt from the waist of his slacks before hauling it up and over his head, releasing him from his temporary restraint. His gaze was solidly on her breasts as she worked and she couldn’t help smiling at his fascination with such a basic part of the female anatomy. Her anatomy.

      She tucked her fingers inside the waist of his slacks. He drew in a deep breath. She might have believed he’d done it in order to make room for her. But in Troy’s case, she suspected it was born of genuine surprise. Maybe not so much at her actions, but at his own reaction.

      A sweep of her thumb opened the fastener and a tug brought the zipper down. He wore simple white briefs. No designer label that she could make out.

      There was nothing simple, however, about the erection that sought freedom from the material.

      She briefly lost her breath as she reached inside the front of his briefs, taking the length of him in her hand. Like the man himself, his penis was thick and hard and intense, the purple head looking somehow angry at having been caught off guard.

      She stood back up and shrugged out of her robe, glad to be rid of it, having moved far beyond any seductive acts. She helped Troy out of the last of his clothing until he was a chiseled, breathing Greek god against the bed, every inch of him ripped and corded and bulging with life.

      He grasped her hand and hauled her down on top of him. A destination she was all too willing to visit.

      His skin was deliciously hot against hers, his hands probing and insistent. Gone was the awkwardness of earlier, replaced by curious exploration. She discovered that his inner thighs were particularly sensitive to her touch, while he learned that nuzzling the nape of her neck melted her bones.

      He raised her hands above her head and then rolled her over, visually sweeping her body.

      “God, you’re beautiful.”

      She smiled. “Can we—um—save the commentary for later?”

      His chuckle was low and sensual. “Not exactly modest, are you?”

      She spread her legs wide. “Depends on what you consider modest …”

      She watched as his expression darkened. She predicted he’d grab her hips and thrust deep inside her, which was exactly where she wanted him. Instead, he covered her womanhood with the span of his hand and gently squeezed.

      Kendall nearly climaxed right then and there at the unexpectedness of the move.

      She stretched her neck and restlessly ran her tongue along her lips as he stroked her.

       So … so … nice …

      When she felt his mouth against her clit, she nearly levitated from the bed.

       Oh … yes …

      In her cotton-stuffed brain, she couldn’t recall the last time a guy had gone down on her. Everything was usually so rushed … so destination oriented. There never seemed to be time for more than brief foreplay.

      But Troy …

      He spread her swollen flesh wide and blew on her.

      Troy seemed determined to prove himself better than the rest.

      He took her stiff bud into his mouth again and applied suction.

      And the gathering heat in Kendall’s belly exploded …

      FOR A WOMAN AS EXPERIENCED as Kendall appeared, she was amazingly responsive to his simple attempt to give her pleasure.

      Troy wanted nothing more than to slide up her body and enter her then and there, to stake his claim on her, but he forced himself to stay where he was, leisurely lapping at her sensitive folds even as he inserted his index and middle fingers into her. Her slick muscles instantly gave way and then contracted around him, rippling evidence of her orgasm as he readied her for the next step in his own game of seduction.

      To him, sex had never been about the end result; it was about savoring every last moment of the intimate connection. Whatever else might be said about him, it was widely accepted that he gave of himself one hundred percent in whatever he did.

      And now his attention was focused solely on Kendall Banks.

      When he suspected she was near climax again, he slowly withdrew his fingers, much to her consternation as she gave a small whimper and tried to close her thighs