Kenzie toyed with his hand while the television flashed. She had changed into yoga pants that did amazing things for her assets and a top that fell off her right shoulder. He wanted to run his lips over her skin there, but he didn’t. Kenzie clearly needed some time in her own head. But she’d invited him in, and he’d taken the offer. He’d give her the time she needed without heating things up.
Kenzie snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked.
“For just chilling with me.”
“It’s not a hardship.” He shifted as she turned so they were face-to-face. Her leg slipped between his and he couldn’t do this anymore.
The chilling part.
He rolled Kenzie to her back. “I’m sorry.”
She laughed. “For what?”
Then he met her mouth with his and ran his hands up under her shirt to the cloth of her bra. “For not chilling.”
Kenzie got his intent—not that it was hidden—and met his kiss with her own. His tongue with her own. Her hand slid over his ass, his slid under her bra to the skin there.
Yes, the lottery of life had been pretty damn awesome. He may not have a career anymore, but at least he had Kenzie and a couch.
“I can live with not chilling.” Kenzie said, her hands wandering under his waistband to the fly of his pants, working the button free. “Chilling is so overrated.”
She worked his zipper lower, nipped his bottom lip, and ground herself against his thigh. How she did all those things at once? He had no idea, but he appreciated her dedication to not chilling together.
“Kenzie?” a female voice called from somewhere in the hallway.
Tucker and Kenzie froze.
“Shit.” Kenzie scooted from beneath him. “Hang on,” she yelled back. “It’s Leah.”
“Your manager?”
“My best friend.” She righted her shirt from where he’d been pawing at her.
“Ah.” Tucker leaned back on his knees.
“Seriously, Leah. Stay there. Be right there,” Kenzie hollered. Her hands met Tucker’s in an attempt to get him zipped and buttoned back up. “She can’t find you here like this. I’ll never live this down.”
“Oh my God, what are you doing with Tucker?” Leah yelled back.
“Seriously. Just. A. Second.” Kenzie fumbled with Tucker’s fly, her cheeks pink, her breaths uneven. Generally, that was the reaction when the fly was undone, not being put back together.
“Why won’t this zipper zip?” Kenzie fought with the zipper in question.
This could end very poorly.
He caught her wrists and held them to his lips. Kissed them one at a time. “I’ll do that part. Why don’t you go meet your friend.”
She dropped her face to her hands. “I’m so sorry.”
He traced her cheekbones with his thumbs. “Don’t be. Is there a back door?”
Kenzie deflated. “She’s already seen your Jeep out front.”
“Then let’s own this.” Tucker tilted her chin and brushed his lips against hers.
“’Kay,” Kenzie said on a breath.
