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Eleven

Kate’s grip on his hair bordered on painful, but Seth wasn’t about to do anything to stop the incoming wave of her orgasm. He could take a little pain for her.

She was so beautiful when she came. Her color was high and her eyes were glazed over with lust. And her body? Damn, her body. There was something so lush and gorgeous about her that even though he was inside her, he couldn’t get enough. He had never been this hard for a woman, never this desperate.

“Seth—Seth!” she gasped as her body convulsed around him. He leaned in, putting just a little more pressure against the spot that drove her wild. The noise she made—he wanted to capture it in a kiss and hold it deep inside him, but he didn’t dare let her go.

Her back arched off the wall and then the crisis passed and she slumped, her legs giving out. He managed to catch her before she toppled them both over. “I’ve got you, babe,” he whispered against her breast as he studied her.

For a long few minutes, they stayed in this awkward pose, him on his knees, her half draped over him. She was breathing hard, and he wasn’t much better off.

He needed to move. It was torture to sit on his heels in these boots, torture to keep these jeans buttoned. He needed to lay her out on the bed and show her that had just been a preview of what was to come.

But when he shifted to stand and sweep her into his arms, he realized there were tears running down her cheeks. “Kate?”

She blinked at him. “Seth...” she murmured, sounding almost as confused as she looked.

“Oh, God—I’m sorry,” he said, scrambling to his feet and pulling her into his arms. He crushed her in a hug and then realized perhaps crushing was not the best option right now, so he shifted to make sure he was merely holding her firmly. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“What? No—no, you don’t understand.” She sniffed and pulled away, scrubbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand. “That was amazing, Seth. I don’t think... I’m sorry. I’m not upset. It’s the hormones. I’ve never—This isn’t—I...” She trailed off, looking, if possible, even more confused.

Oh, thank God. He hadn’t hurt her, hadn’t crossed the line—hadn’t misread the situation. “So you’re okay?”

She smiled—a watery smile, but a smile all the same. “Honestly, I’m not sure if I’ve ever been better. It was amazing. You,” she said, poking him in the chest, “are amazing. And wearing far too many clothes.”

“I can fix that.” He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, but she batted his hands away.

“I want to do it.”

“Never let it be said that I don’t give a woman what she wants.” He let his hands fall to his sides as she began to tug at his T-shirt. She was in no hurry, her movements languid and relaxed. Her tears had dried and all that was left was that knowing smile, satisfied and ready for more. He’d put that smile on her face and by God, he’d leave another in its place.

She pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the side. “Good heavens, Seth—you’re stunning.”

She skimmed her hands over his chest, brushing his nipples and taking the measure of his waist. He fought to keep the groan from escaping. “I aim to please.”

She paused at the button of his jeans and shot him a look. “What about you? What do you want?”

The word everything popped up in his head before he could think. But he didn’t say that, not out loud. This was short-term, fun. No strings attached. He could have everything, for a limited time only.

For some reason, the thought made him sadder than he expected. He didn’t expect it to upset him at all, frankly. He expected to get lucky and have a good time and call it a day. He didn’t want anything more.

Kate began working at his button fly, drawing his attention back to her. She was simply the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He wanted to burn that ugly black suit and deliver Kate to his aunt Stella, the fashion designer. He wanted to wrap her in vibrant blues and golds and greens. He wanted to see Kate in all of her glory, instead of her beauty hidden.

He pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and sank his fingers into her locks. “Beautiful,” he said as he arranged her silky hair around her shoulders.

She shoved his pants down and he kicked out of his boots. That left him in nothing but his boxer briefs—which were barely keeping his erection contained.

Kate straightened, a shy smile on her face. He knew she was no innocent, but there was still something unsure about her. Which she only reinforced when she asked, “Now what?”

He didn’t particularly want to think about Roger Caputo right now, but again he had to wonder what the hell had been wrong with that man. Kate was a gorgeous, passionate woman and Roger had just let her go. Was he that damned blind that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him?

If Kate were his, Seth would do everything in his power not just to keep her, but to keep her safe and whole and so blissfully happy that she never had to worry about anything.

Too damned bad she wasn’t his.

“Bed,” he said, having trouble thinking straight. He was personally familiar with the concept of lust—but this? This was different. More intense. He was desperate for her, and he had never been desperate before. Hard up, maybe. But not like this.

She ducked her head and turned toward the king-size bed. But Seth reached out and turned her back toward him. “Wait for me, babe,” he murmured, drawing her in close so that he could feel her breasts pressed against his bare chest. He fisted his hand in her hair. Tilting her face to his, he brought his mouth down upon hers.

He kissed her with everything he had. She made a squeak of surprise but then she melted into him. She tasted so good—he couldn’t get enough of her. And when her arms came around his waist and she slid her hands down to cup his ass, he got even harder.

He wanted to take his time with her—he was taking his time with her—but the intensity of his desire was blinding. He began to walk her back toward the bed, never taking his mouth from hers.

She came alive against him. He could almost see the moment when she forgot to be self-conscious and nervous. He could definitely taste the sweetness of that moment. He captured her little noises and need with his lips. He let go of her hair long enough to unfasten her bra and cast it aside, and then he had to look.

“Sweet Jesus, Kate,” he groaned, cupping her breasts in his hands. They were full and heavy, her nipples a deep russet red. “Perfect,” he said, brushing his thumbs back and forth over her tips and watching them tighten.

She gasped her arousal. “They’re not usually that—oh, Seth,” she moaned as he lowered his head to one and replaced his thumb with his tongue. “They got bigger. More—oh! More sensitive.” Her hands found his hair and, just like she had held him to her sex before, she held him to her breast now.

The words were slow to penetrate the fog of desire in Seth’s mind, but penetrate they did. More sensitive—that meant he needed to be gentle. It meant that if he played his cards right, he might be able to drive her to orgasm just by playing with her nipples alone.

The back of her legs hit the bed and she sat abruptly. Seth came off her breast with an audible pop. She blinked up at him, apparently surprised as to how she’d landed where she was. “Seth,” she whispered. She stroked her hands down his chest, and his stomach—then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled.

They had all night. That was what Seth kept telling himself when his cock sprang free. He held his hands at his side, giving her the space to explore without making any demands. Because they had all night and he had nowhere he had to be tomorrow morning and by God, he was going to make this memorable for her.

“Wow,” she said, tracing the tip of her finger along the side of his erection, making him quiver. “I had no idea.” Seth was powerless to keep the growl inside.

Maybe he wouldn’t despise Roger. True, the man had apparently never done anything good for Kate, but on the other hand, it was going to be easy—and enjoyable—to blow Kate’s preconceived notions of sex and intimacy out of the water.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked once, twice—all while staring at him intently. “Is it okay if I do this?” she asked, stroking him again.

“God, yes.” Why wouldn’t it be?

“I just...” But she didn’t finish the thought. Instead, she stroked him slowly, driving him past the point of thinking. And that was before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip.

And suddenly it was too much. Before she could take him into her mouth, Seth grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away. “I can’t—Kate,” he said, not even able to get a coherent thought out. He leaned down and crushed his mouth over hers, desperate to be inside her. But at the very last second, his lone remaining functional brain cell kicked into gear—the condom. It wasn’t like he could get her more pregnant—but safe sex was good sex. He forced himself to pull away from her and went to grab his jacket, fishing the condoms out.

When he turned back to the bed, Kate was leaning on her elbows, watching him intently. There was something so right about her, about them being here together. Everything, he thought, staring at her. She was everything.

He prowled across the hotel room, kneeling on the bed next to her. He was supposed to be saying things to her, he was pretty sure—sweet nothings about how gorgeous she was, how excited he was—how great he was going to be for her.

He had nothing. Not a damned thing. And when she reached out and gripped his erection again, the need to be buried inside her was overwhelming.

He rolled on the condom and fit himself between her legs. “Yeah?” he asked, dragging his erection against the folds of her flesh.

Her hips arched into him as her eyes fluttered. “Yes, please,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him close so she could sear him with her lips.

“So polite.” He was going to push her past that. He wanted her demanding and bossy, confident in her desires and in his ability to fulfill them.

He shifted and found her opening and then, as carefully as he could, he began to thrust. Her body was tight around his and the sensations—damn, the sensations. He’d always liked sex. Careful sex, of course. He wasn’t going to get anyone pregnant and leave them high and dry. He was not that guy. But sex itself had always been fun.

This? Burying his body inside Kate’s went far past fun, he realized as they fell into a rhythm. Being with Kate wasn’t a fun Saturday night. It was suddenly as vital to him as breathing.

She rose to meet him as he plunged into her again and again and he completely surrendered to her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, his arms. “Oh, God—Seth,” she cried, her body tightening around his.

“Yeah, babe—yeah,” he ground out, straining to keep his orgasm in check long enough. He wouldn’t dare leave her unsatisfied. It simply wasn’t polite.

She thrashed her head against the pillow and dug her fingernails into his back as her body gripped his with such strength that he couldn’t hold anything back. He gave himself over to her and held on as she came.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard for a few moments as his head cleared. This time, when he leaned back to withdraw, he was ready for the tears—because they were there again. She looked at him and smiled and then laughed and said, “It’s good crying, I promise.”

He was willing to take her at her word that this was a hormonal thing. “You never cried before?” he asked, getting rid of the condom and draping himself around her.

“No,” she said, sounding tired and sated and happy. “Or laughed. But then, I don’t ever remember having orgasms like that, either.”

Roger was an idiot. A clueless idiot. “I am ever at your command, my lady.”

She laughed again. “I think you were right.”

He propped himself up on his elbow and began to trace her collarbone with his lips. “About what?”

She cupped her palm around his cheek and lifted his face so he had to look at her. Her eyes sparkled. “I think you’re going to be very good for me.”

His chest puffed up with pride and he nipped at the space where her shoulder met her neck. “It was only the beginning, Kate. I can be even better for you than that in just a few minutes.” He lowered his mouth to her breast again, but just then her stomach rumbled. He bit back his smile and leaned away, putting his hand on her stomach. If he didn’t know she was pregnant, he wouldn’t be able to tell. Soon, maybe. “Maybe we should have dinner first? I picked this hotel for the room service.”

He would do anything for that smile of hers. Everything. “I’d like that.”

Seth called in their orders while she got cleaned up in the bathroom. When she came back out wearing her boring white shirt again, he growled.

“I am not going to be naked when room service shows up, thank you very much. Besides,” she went on as he stared at her legs, “you can always take it off again later.”

“Woman,” he groaned, falling back on the bed as if she’d shot him. “Come wait with me.”

They curled up under the covers and turned on a game, although they didn’t watch it. Seth was too busy touching her skin, massaging her shoulders, stroking her hair, to pay any attention to sports. By the time dinner showed up, he was more than half hard for her all over again.

And the whole time, he kept thinking that it was a damn shame that he had no plans to stay in Rapid City on a permanent basis. Though even if he were staying, he wouldn’t want to keep this thing between them going. Kate didn’t need a long-term relationship that was nothing more than casual sex. She needed a man who could settle down and stay in one place, someone who could be a good dad and shoulder his half of the load—if not more. She needed someone who would be there every night and every morning and that, sadly, was not Seth. He simply didn’t have it in him.

He’d always been restless. Although his mom had never said so one way or the other, Seth attributed his wanderlust to his birth father. The man had disappeared before Seth had been born, never to be seen on the reservation again. Seth had no idea if his father was kind or hard, laughing or serious. All he had ever known about the man was that he left his girlfriend and his unborn child behind without a second look.

That was why Seth’s new position at Crazy Horse Choppers fit him so well. He’d already spent a year in Los Angeles, hobnobbing with the rich, famous and the wished-they-were-famous. His uncle Bobby was always looking for the next big thing. Billy just wanted to build motorcycles. Ben kept an eye on the bottom line—but Bobby? Bobby wanted to take over the world, and he was more than willing to use Seth as a means to that end.

Seth was going to get this museum project started because he believed it would be both a great way to extend the Crazy Horse Choppers brand name and also expand their revenue streams. But beyond that, it would showcase the occasional mad genius that was the Boltons. And after that?

After that, Seth was looking toward the future. American-style motorcycles were beginning to take off in popularity in Asia. His uncles and his father—they were family men. All Boltons were. They loved their wives and were actively involved in their children’s lives. It would be hard to ask them—even Bobby—to pack up and head to Shanghai for six months or so to open up the Asian market.

But Seth? He was unattached. No wife, no children. Just a restless wanderlust and an up-to-date passport.

That night, after he had pulled Kate on top of him and teased her breasts until she cried out with a shattering orgasm, he lay in the dark, listening to her breathe and feeling her warm body pressed against his. He decided he wouldn’t tell her about the possibility of Asia. Not yet, anyway. It was still several months away, and he had to get the museum project going first.

Which meant he had several more months of nights like this.