“Say you want this.” I whisper over her lips, and her eyes widen a notch. For a second I envision her decking me, pushing me away and clipping my dick off in the process. “Say it,” I thrust into her as if punctuating my sentence, and she chokes out a cry.
Her eyes connect with mine, sharper, more aware of what I’m asking her to do, to sacrifice.
“Yes,” she hisses it out like a threat. “I want this, Caleb.” She glares at me a moment for breaking her—for making her do my bidding when she is the most vulnerable to me. Her fingers coil around the hair at the back of my neck, painfully so, until she’s pulling me closer, my lips hard over her cheek. “I want this, Caleb. Is that what you want to hear? Is this how I should work for it?”
My mouth collapses over hers, my tongue diving in, forcing her to taste herself, sweet and bitter rolled into one. Her mouth struggles to twist away, but I won’t let it. Kennedy gives, and her mouth expands, welcoming me, taking in the foreign intrusion until her tongue willfully mingles with mine. Her hand glides down my back until she’s pulling me in deeper, longer, faster, harder—her nails hooking into my skin. I press in once again and then lose it. My hands grip down over her shoulders, and I give her a horrific squeeze straight to the bone. A roaring groan rips through me as I come for weeks, my dick throbs into her body like a serpent roused to life. Never before have I felt such nirvana—felt such ecstasy.
So this is what it’s all about, I want to say as if I had never slept with a woman before. In a way it’s true. Kennedy has taken an eraser and reduced all of those girls who preceded her to dust. They were gone, evicted from the tomes of my carnal desires. They never happened. This was the only time that really mattered, her taste the only one I’ll remember. Kennedy and I had crossed that threshold that we strived to reach for so long. I couldn’t have dreamed it better. There was no way to predict how explosive this just proved to be. This was the universe apologizing in a grand manner for all of the bullshit it’s put me through—us through. This was the big bang, literally.
A silent laugh huffs through me.
“What’s so funny?” Her cool hands slap over my chest.
“This. Us. The fact you’re real and under me right now where you have always belonged.”
“Not the blow-up doll you’re used, to, huh?” She reaches up and takes a bite of my bottom lip.
“Let’s see.” I give her thigh a light tap. “My blow-up doll appreciates a good spanking.”
“Oh, yeah? My vibrator appreciates a good second round right about now.”
A pained laugh pumps through me as I grow soft inside her.
“I need a few minutes, but the good news is I’m rechargeable. Think of all the money you’ll save in batteries alone?”
“Think of all the hot air you’ll conserve with me around.” She glides her thigh over mine, moist with perspiration.
Our eyes remain locked for a few solid seconds before falling into another long, drawn out kiss where minutes melt into hours, and our hearts beat fast and hard over one another as if it were the very first time our lips ever met.
She pulls back, cinching her arms around my neck, and I grab for a throw and pull it over us. I doubt we’ll make it to the bed for a while. Outside the voices rise in the night as Reese and Ace’s anniversary party rages on.
“So when were you going to tell me?” Kennedy asks, outlining my lips with her finger. The act is so sweet I want to be still and soak in the sensation.
“Tell you what?” Then it hits me. What a dumb fuck I am. She’s waiting for a proclamation of my feelings not a weather report. “Hey.” I pull her over me, her head lying lazily over my shoulder as she readjusts to look up at me. “Do you know that not one other girl has done to me what you have? I was made for you. You’re mine, my special girl. You’re all I think about—I want to spend every moment with you. I want to go through life and experience it all with you right by my side. There’s not another day I want to spend without you.” I tuck my finger under her chin and bear into her beautiful gray eyes. “I love you, Kennedy Slade. You have my whole heart. I gave it to you years ago right here on this mountain.” My heart races like the wind, my bones quake at the amount of balls it took to say that. I have never said those words to a woman before. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I said those words to family. I love you is not a line I abuse or toss around liberally. “I don’t say those words unless I mean them. And I mean them more than you’ll ever know.”
Her lips part as she takes a ragged breath. “That was, um—very flattering.” Her cheeks darken a shade.
She’s not going to say it. I try not to blush myself. Even though I wasn’t prepared to say it, I’m even less prepared not to hear it back.
Kennedy scoots up until we’re a breath away. “But what I was wondering is when were you going to tell me that you set up a polygraph for Keith?” Her lashes flutter so quick I can feel the breeze against my cheek.
“That.” I swallow back all errant thoughts and let out a deep sigh. “He came into my office and played the bleeding victim. I was sick of listening to him cry, so I told him I’d pay for the damn thing. The results should be in early this week. ” I land a kiss to her temple. “You don’t have anything to worry about. Those things are never wrong.”
A thick silence fills the space between us. Kennedy runs her fingers over my chest in a loose circle, her nails slowly carving into my flesh.
“What if it is wrong? I’m starting to think Keith is a sociopath. He can get out of anything.”
My hand slips down her thigh, and I give a dull smile at how right this feels with her. How we should have been doing this all along.
“He’s not getting out of this one.” I offer another kiss, this time to her cheek. “Keith Stearns landed himself in the electric chair, and that polygraph has lit the switch. His lies, his truths, whatever road he chooses to travel, are simply going to prove your innocence.”
My hard on rouses to life once again, as I pull her over me. Kennedy’s dark hair falls like a curtain, like silk rain over my face, and I writhe beneath it in pleasure.
“Keith is crafty. He’s a lunatic, Caleb.”
I reach down and navigate my way back inside her body.
“Let me help you forget about everybody else. There’s only one thing we need to focus on right now.” My fingers press into her hips as I slowly impale her, pushing my way to the tip of her existence. “Tonight is all about us.”
