Free Deep Trouble: A MacKenzie Family Novella (The MacKenzie Family) by Kimberly Kincaid

think when she did that.
    “Okay,” he managed, helpless against Kylie’s touch. Holy hell, there went his T-shirt.
    She licked her lips, kiss-swollen and flawless. “Do I strike you as the sort of person who does things without wanting to?”
    “No.” His answer flew out, as unchecked as it was honest.
    “Good. Because I’m not. I might be impulsive.” Kylie ran her fingers down the plane of his chest, her mouth curling into a wicked smile at the jump of his muscles when she went lower, then lower still. “But when I said I wanted this, I meant all of it.”
    She freed the top button on his jeans with a quick turn of her wrist, and Devon was lost. Kylie felt too damned good to refuse, with her hands making quick work of his clothes and her lips hot at his ear. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his dark gray boxer briefs, she lowered the cotton until his cock sprang free.
    “Ah.” Devon’s breath burst from his lungs on a sharp exhale, but it didn’t stop Kylie from circling her fingers around him in a slow, sinful glide. Her hand rode his cock with just enough suggestion to make him crazy, squeezing from base to tip. His pulse beat a wild pattern against his throat as she teased. Stroked. Pumped. But the sensation was too much and not enough at the same time, and finally he pulled back with a curse.
    “I want to be inside you, Kylie.” As if to illustrate his point, Devon reached out, dusting a finger up her leg until he reached the sweet, slick spot at the junction of her thighs. She pressed her knees into the now-rumpled comforter and canted her hips into Devon’s touch as he slipped his finger inside the tight warmth of her pussy.
    Kylie’s moan of approval twined around his. “Give me a second,” she said, sliding from the bed to the bathroom. His confusion turned to relief when she returned a few heartbeats later with a condom between her fingers.
    “I might be impulsive,” she said, tearing open the packet and putting the condom on him with only a few easy touches. “But I’m not stupid. I keep them in my purse.”
    Devon made a mental note to sing the praises of preparedness later. After they’d exhausted both themselves and her entire stash of condoms. “Come here.”
    She pressed against him in reply, unabashedly naked. He gripped her waist, his hands wide and rough on her skin, and he laid her back on the mattress. Kylie parted her legs, knotting her arms around his rib cage to pull him close. The head of his cock brushed her sex, the wet heat sending a bolt of raw want sailing all the way through him, and Devon was done resisting. He thrust into her body, driving deep in one hard stroke.
    And then he lost his mind. Or maybe he found it, because truly, he’d never wanted to hold onto something so badly in his life.
    A moan slipped past Kylie’s parted lips. “Oh, God , Devon.”
    Her inner muscles squeezed around his cock, her hips beginning to move in a deliberate glide, and he was powerless to do anything but meet it. He pulled away, just slightly, before thrusting back between her legs, the sweet pressure of her pussy gripping him tight as she stretched to take him completely. But the want was too dark, the need too urgent, and within seconds, he’d foregone every slow, sensual thing he knew Kylie deserved in favor of fucking her, hard and fast and deep.
    But she was no wallflower. Kylie met every thrust with a moan, digging her fingers into his shoulders, fucking him back even faster. She was gorgeous and wild, her tawny hair tangled over her face, pale skin covered with the sexy sheen of her exertion as they pounded together over and again. Her core was so tight, so hot and slick around the heavy hardness of his cock that his control flickered, threatening to short out.
    Devon knelt between her legs, flattening his palms over the silk of her inner thighs to spread her wide. Kylie’s stare glittered between them, landing on the spot where his cock slid into her sex-slicked