One Night with Her Ex by Lucy King Read Free Book Online Page B

skin of his back it sent such a shot of desire through him that Kit couldn’t wait any longer.
    Breaking the kiss, both of them breathing hard, Kit lowered his hands to her thighs, slid her dress up and wrenched her knickers down, feeling as he did so how wet, how ready for him she was. He released her for a moment so that she could kick them off while he grappled with his belt. Which, with shaking hands, was frustratingly difficult.
    ‘Let me,’ Lily muttered, brushing his hands aside, unbuckling his belt and then making swift work of the buttons of his jeans.
    As she slipped a hand inside his shorts and caressed the rock-hard, aching length of him he groaned and nearly exploded right there and then.
    ‘Enough,’ he muttered, removing her hand and planting it on his neck.
    ‘Hurry,’ she said with an urgency that nearly obliterated his control.
    ‘Hold on to me.’
    She did, wrapping her arms round his neck and her legs round his waist as he lifted her, pressed her back against the wall for support, and with relief, desire and heat rushing through him he drove into her.
    At the warm, wet feel of her he let out a groan of pleasure, relief and who knew what else.
    Lily moaned, dropped her head back but, honestly, he was too far gone to notice much what she was doing. All he could feel, and all he could think, was that he was in absolute heaven.
    Then she moved and as heaven came that little bit closer Kit realised he was in deep trouble. Because he wanted to go slow, savour the moment, make sure that she was with him every step of the way, but it had been so long, so incredibly long, and if she didn’t hold still he’d lose what little control he had left.
    ‘Stop moving,’ he said roughly, his fingers digging into her thighs in an effort to hold her still.
    ‘I can’t help it,’ she whimpered.
    As he gritted his teeth against the pressure she held on to him tighter, pressed herself closer. He could hear her breathing go haywire, could feel her tight around him, hear those little pants and he began to spin out of control.
    ‘Stop it now, Lily.’
    ‘No, it feels too good.’
    She tilted her hips, pulled him in deeper and that triggered a primitive need in him he couldn’t begin to comprehend, let alone control. His head swam with the urge to take, to possess, to reclaim. His heart thundered and inside him there was simply too much urgency. Too much build-up. Too much everything, and his resistance collapsed beneath the sheer force of it.
    His control now history, instinct took over and, with the sound of Lily’s whimpers and sobbing moans in his ear, he started blindly thrusting in and out of her, faster and harder, unable to stop or even slow down.
    And just when the tightness gripping his lower body became unbearable, just when he thought he was about to implode beneath the pressure, or die from the intensity of the pleasure, he lost it.
    With a great groan he erupted inside her, pulsating and spilling into her for what felt like for ever.
    * * *
    As hot sexual encounters went that one hadn’t quite delivered on its promise, thought Lily, her heart thumping, her breathing skittery and her body twitching and aching with unfulfilled desire while Kit collapsed against her.
    But that was OK. She didn’t have to be up until seven and she had plenty of experience at recovering after burning the candle at both ends. Later she had a ten-hour plane ride during which she could catch up on sleep, and Kit spending the rest of the night making it up to her would be well worth any fatigue she suffered.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Kit muttered, his voice muffled against her neck.
    ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said softly, stroking the back of his neck and smiling at the thought of what was to come.
    ‘How could I not worry about it? That hasn’t happened to me since I was sixteen. I didn’t even take my coat off.’
    A sense of pride surged up inside her at the memory of how keen he’d been. ‘Anyone would think