She brushed off the feeling that was rushing through her. She liked being his first for anything. She had the feeling, he didn’t have many firsts left when it came to women. He definitely had more experience than her. Just to look at him it was obvious he could get any women he wanted. Add in, him being sweet and nice and making her laugh, she figured not a woman alive could resist the charms of Bogs Garrison. And she was no exception.
She set the table when she heard the shower shut down. It was perfect timing. He walked into the kitchen just as she placed his plate in front of his seat.
He glanced over the table and his eye brows scrunched. “Where’d ya find placemats?”
Kenzie widened her eyes and pointed to the cabinet behind him. “In there.”
Bogs chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. “Must have been Rox. I sure as hell didn’t buy them.” He surveyed thetable again as he walked to the fridge grabbing two beers. “You’re spoiling me, pretty girl. Keep cooking me dinner and making my table all fancy and shit, might not let ya leave.”
You promise? Her face heated and she darted her eyes to the table. It was highly unlikely he could read minds but in the off chance he could read her face, she didn’t want him to see. She focused on her meal rather than asking who Rox was. Probably an old girlfriend, she was sure he’d had plenty.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered, getting her attention.
She looked up and smiled back at him.
“Thanks for this.”
“You’re welcome.”
They spent the next twenty minutes eating in silence. Bogs had two helpings, and for some reason that made her happy. She had cooked a lot after her mom died and she enjoyed it. Cooking for one wasn’t nearly as much fun, but she did it anyway.
They cleaned up--Bogs doing the dishes and her drying. It was all very domesticated, unlike what she thought he would be like. There was no mention of sleeping arrangements, and after showing him her jealous side, she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to get an invite into his bed. She batted down the feeling of disappointment.
Once the dishes and table were cleaned up, Bogs clasped her hand and pulled her down to fit into the curve of his arm on the couch.
“What do ya wanna watch?”
“It’s your house.”
“Uh-uh, I’m not falling for that. You women always do that, say ‘I’ll watch whatever’ and then fall asleep before the movie even starts.”
“We don’t have to watch TV.” Saying the words out loud had her face heating in a fiery glow. Thankfully, if he was looking, he would probably only see her profile.
“No TV?” His mouth ruffled her hair close to her ear. “Then what should we do, Kenzie?” Her panties moistened as her name rolled off his tongue. This guy was good. She shrugged, not trusting her voice not to stammer if she gave him a verbal answer.
His hand resting on her shoulder caressed her softly. Chills spread across her body seeping up into her scalp.
“You could show me your room.” She cringed as the words passed through her lips. She had never been forward when it came to sex, then again, she had never been so eager as she was with Bogs. His soft chuckle rumbled through his chest sending the vibration alongside her body.
“Wanna see my room, huh?” His hand swiped her hair from her neck as she stared down at her lap. She felt like a virgin on prom night--excited to do it and scared she’d mess it up. Bogs was like no other man she’d ever been with. “What else do you wanna see?”
His mouth landed on her neck, his tongue circling over the sensitive curve slowly. The anticipation was almost painful. She wanted his mouth on her lips and other places. She curled closer to him and jerked her head to face him. He looked almost surprised.
She twisted her body and leaned forward, her lips landed on his harder than even she expected. He fell back deeper into the couch but she kept at him, kissing his mouth as if she needed it to breathe. She plunged her tongue past his lips and devoured his taste.
It was frantic and needy. And she didn’t care. She weaved her hands around his back, dipping under his shirt to feel his heated skin. Touching him was getting everything stirred inside her. She wanted him and maybe she was a fool in the morning. After all, this was just sex. None of this was real. Once Taylor was found and the situation with Dante was fixed, Bogs would be gone. But at this moment, it didn’t matter, she was going to be reckless with her heart, and her body.
His lips clamped over her bottom lip, sucking it between his. God, he was a great kisser. She didn’t realize a kiss could be done in a million different ways, and Bogs was just starting. She moaned at the tingling between her thighs when his teeth grazed over her lip.
Eagerly, she caressed his hips leading around and stopping at his jeans button. With a flick of her fingers, she separated the opening, sliding the zipper down. She reached into his jeans, brushing past the coarse hair and gripped his erect cock.
He groaned in her mouth while digging the pads of his fingers into her face.
Her hand fit snug around his engorged dick. She never paid much attention to the size of the men she’d been with. As long as he knew what to do with it, did size really matter anyway?Yes! Bogs was thick and long, and well versed on how to use it. She thrust her tongue into his mouth sucking in his heavy heated breath.
“Kenzie.” His voice was low and muffled against her lips. “Couch, wall, or bed?”
The odd question caught her off guard, and even through her haze she was slightly confused. She kissed his lips again, breathing heavily. “I can only choose one?”
