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Flash Point 2/3

***Byron***

Byron gripped the curve between her lower back and the top of her butt, and she clamped on to him with her thighs.

You just go for it. Awesome.

Kate nibbled his upper lip, then ran her tongue along his jawline, towards his ear. He switched to a one-armed grip and pivoted away from the abandoned bruschetta. There were clear countertops on the opposite end of the kitchen. Navigating would probably be easier if he looked away from Kate for a second, but--

There. He set her down on the edge of the far countertop without incident. While he was congratulating himself, Kate sucked his earlobe between her teeth. His knees buckled.

"Oh, you like that, hmm?" she said.

He tossed his head like a water buffalo. Sensing his vulnerability, she thrust her tongue into his ear.

Not there! Shit!

"Weak spot?" Kate's green eyes smiled even more brightly than she did; the effect was better in person than in her selfie.

You might be my weak spot. "Maybe a little," he said, pinching her knee.

"I'm not sensitive there," she chided him. Then: "Shirt off, bad boy. I want to watch."

"Who doesn't?" He winked at her and stripped to the waist, taking his time with each button.

"Cocky." Kate said, hopscotching her fists down his flexed abdomen. Her fingertips followed his inguinal crease to the crotch of his pants and walked down his inseam. It was a long walk. "Very cocky."

"Ah!" His hips bucked. She had gripped his length through the fabric.

"You're very sexy," she teased. "I doubt anyone could resist you."

"Why would you want to?" Byron said, but he glanced downwards. Something soft was butting up against his calf, and it was distracting.

Kate leaned closer so she, too, could peer at whatever Byron was looking at. Her cat nuzzled insistently against Byron's leg. Byron was pretty sure the cat was drooling on him.

"Out! Whose side are you on?" Kate wiggled her foot in the air in the cat's general direction. "Shoo!" With a hoarse meow of complaint, the cat fled.

"I'm pretty popular," Byron said.

"Well, you're mine right now," Kate bit him hard above his collarbone. "I've marked you."

"Mm," Byron said, and he pulled her close again, her breasts pushing into his chest.

Kate hissed and dug her fingers into Byron's shoulders, but then pulled back and covered the burns on her chest. Byron loosened his grip around her. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I forgot."

Kate shook her head. "They're just like sunburns. Come back."

He leaned into her more carefully, kissing her hairline, her cheeks, and her lips. She writhed with delight.

"Here?" he said, kissing the nape of her neck.

"It's nice," she said.

"Unacceptable." Byron kissed her earlobe. "Here?"

"Sensitive, but not like you!" She playfully pushed his face away, but left her hand on his cheek. He took the hint, turning her hand over so he could kiss her on the wrist. "Here?" he said.

"Mm. Warm," Kate said.

Byron kissed down her arm. She wiggled when his lips touched the inside of her elbow.