Just a Kiss: The Bradfords, Book 5 (16 page)

She pulled back and looked down at him. “Yeah?” Her pupils were dilated and her mouth dark pink from kissing.

Oh, yeah. “I thought of you every single night before I went to sleep. Sometimes twice.” He’d been seventeen when they’d gotten together. By then he’d read and seen and done more than enough to have several fantasies going about Eve. Many involved his childhood bedroom, but he hadn’t limited them to one setting.

Her attention dropped to his lap, then she looked back to his face. “Me too.”

He had to swallow hard before he could answer
that
. “You’re telling me that you touched yourself while thinking of me?”

“Every night.” She gave him a naughty smile. “Sometimes twice.”

He wanted to see that.

His eyes narrowed and he made himself breathe. He’d had no idea sweet innocent little Eve knew how to pleasure herself back then. And that she’d done it.

Or even now.

He hadn’t thought about that, actually, until that moment. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. She was thirty-two. She’d obviously become more confident in regards to her sexuality. It was quite possible, likely even, that she had toys and everything.

His cock strained against his fly.

“Did you make yourself come?” he asked gruffly. “Back then? Thinking of me?”

She nodded.

“How about now?”

“Definitely. And still thinking of you.”

She had to be lying about that, but he didn’t care. His body
certainly
didn’t care. The image was too fantastic.

“Do you use your fingers?” he asked, running his hands up and down her thighs. “Or do you have a vibrator?”

“Yes. Either. Both.” She was breathing even more rapidly now and she shifted on his lap as if she was also aching.

“How about tonight?”

She groaned and leaned in to rest her forehead on his shoulder. “You’re killing me here.”

“What about tonight, Eve?” he repeated, giving no mercy. “I want to imagine you like that. Tonight. Tell me how you’re going to lie in bed and touch yourself.”

Her head came up quickly.

“And give me lots of details to work with,” he added, with a smile that made her suck in a quick breath.

She looked at him as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She pulled in a long breath and said, “In this fantasy, are you watching or are you involved? I don’t want to miss describing anything important.”

Kevin felt his cock twitch and his hands tightened on her hips. She really was going to talk him through this? Right here? Out loud?

Damn. He liked this. He was absolutely, positively
not
going to think about how she’d gotten more sexually confident. He was just going to enjoy it.

“Yes, I’ll be involved.” He so wanted to hear her describe all of this. He shifted under her, loving the feel of her against him even with clothes between them. “With my fingers, my tongue and my cock. In that order,” he told her, relishing the way her eyes widened.

He would have never talked to the Eve he used to know like that. He would have never used the word cock with her. She had been a girl. Now she was a woman. And no matter who or what had happened over the past fourteen years,
he
was here now and he was going to be everything she’d ever wanted. He could tell she liked him talking like that. Her cheeks were flushed but it wasn’t embarrassment. It was good old-fashioned lust.

“But first,” he said, sliding his hands down her sides, lightly skimming over her breasts. “I would want to watch you do it. Tell me how you like it, how to make you moan.”

“Holy crap,” she breathed, “you’ve gotten…way…
hotter
over the years.”

He grinned. Exactly what he wanted to hear.

She looked at his mouth, then his fly. She pressed against it, clearly reveling in his quick intake of air. “You sure you don’t want to go up to your bedroom and make this more than a story?”

Of course he did. But it was the first night they’d been back together in years. They couldn’t sleep together this fast. Probably. “When I take you to bed, it will be to stay all night,” he said, pulling his thumb across her lips. “I think it’s too soon for that—for Drew and the neighbors.”

Her eyes flew to the staircase. He could read her thoughts. Drew was right upstairs.

“I’m sure he’s asleep,” he said. “Even if he isn’t, he thinks you went home and his head would have to be on fire for him to come down here and find me,” he said, hating that but admitting it was convenient right now. “And Dooley’s up there. I guarantee he checked in on him and if he hears Drew for any reason he’ll be there.”

Eve met his gaze again. “Okay then.”

She scooted off his lap and turned to lie back along the cushion next to him.

“What are you doing?” He reached for her. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, while she told him this sexy bedtime story.

“If you want to use just your imagination, say the word. But I thought I’d help with some visual aids.” That naughty smile he was quickly getting used to was on her lips again.

She started inching her top up. It was a silky material in a deep purple and slid easily up her torso, revealing the pale creamy skin of her stomach and ribs, then finally the same dark purple color of her bra.

“Visual…” He groaned as her intention sunk in. “Here? Now?” He wasn’t exactly protesting. He wasn’t stupid. Just a little surprised.

But if Eve Donnelly wanted to show him…well, anything…he would be a rapt audience.

“Yes. Here. Now.”

Her voice was husky and Kevin knew he wasn’t moving from this spot for anything.

With the staircase behind the high backed couch no one would be able to see her until long after Kevin heard them coming.

Her head lay against the pillowed armrest of the couch, her legs still stretched across his thighs from mid-calf to her feet. He turned to face her and swallowed hard. This was going to be the perfect view.

The bra was low cut, showing off the inner curves of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, pressing the soft material into two points.

He longed to lean over and suck one into his mouth, but he held back, gripping the back couch cushion where he rested his arm.

The bra was also front clasp. She flicked it open with her fingers, the cups falling away. Her breasts were exactly as he’d remembered them all this time. She was a B cup, maybe, and her nipples were a pretty dark pink color and amazingly sensitive.

Eve was watching him watch her and he wanted to see her eyes when she touched herself, but he couldn’t pull his attention away from her breasts. She lifted a hand, running it over her breast, cupping it, then lightly rolling the nipple. Her breath hitched and then she tugged the tip harder, moaning softly as she did it.

She played with the other side, pinching and tugging until he thought he was going to explode. She must have felt similarly because she dropped her hands to her jeans. Quickly unsnapping and unzipping, she pushed the denim down past her knees.

This was exactly as it would have been too, Kevin realized. Making out generally meant not having the opportunity—or courage—to fully undress. If he’d had her here back in high school, he would have only pushed her clothes enough out of the way to reach what he needed to.

Her panties didn’t match her bra and he smiled. She hadn’t expected this to turn out this way either. Not that they weren’t sexy anyway. They were black silk, with a butterfly cut out right in front.

Which told him something he hadn’t even realized he’d been wondering about subconsciously—she was bare.

Unable to stop himself, he reached for her, running his thumb back and forth across the butterfly and the skin underneath.

Her breath hissed out and when he looked up he saw that she had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and a hand back on her breast. Hotter still, her eyes were locked on his thumb on top of her panties.

“Down about a centimeter and you’ll be my favorite person today,” she said huskily when she saw him watching her.

“I’m already your favorite person today,” he said with a half-smile. “I’m the only person to talk dirty to you.” Then he frowned. “Right?”

She laughed softly. “Right. Or if you’re not, I’ve completely forgotten about whoever else it was.”

“That works too.” He moved his thumb back and forth, feeling the heat emanating from her body. “And you like it, don’t you?”

She glanced at his hand. “Um, yeah.”

“I mean the dirty talk.”

She licked her lips. “Yeah. I do. Does that shock you?”

It didn’t shock him, he realized. She’d been eager and curious in bed; he’d known with experience she’d be a firecracker. That she was a little naughty too seemed to fit. “Surprised maybe,” he said. “But I’m a fan.”

She said nothing but she slipped her thumbs into either side of her panties and started to inch them down. He moved his hand to allow the silk to move out of the way as she bared herself to him.

And bare was the right word.

“You’re gorgeous,” he choked out.

“So are you,” she said. “You can put your hand back.”

He wanted to. He ached with the need to touch her. He wanted to spread her open and simply look for a few hours. He wanted to touch and taste.

But he had a fantasy going here and he thought she was getting into it as much as he was. He shook his head. “I’m a spectator this time.”

“You’re not a spectator,” she said, running her hand over her lower stomach. “You not only
play
all your favorite sports but you play
hard
.”

He coughed, then said, “And I’m the best at what I play.”

She nodded. “Right.”

“Do you know what it takes to be the best?” he asked, running his hand up and down her calf, then bending her knee.

“What?”

“Knowledge and a commitment to learning.” He bent her other knee. “Help me learn your body. Show me what works for you, what you like, how to be the best.”

She whimpered as he parted her knees. She let them fall open, and he couldn’t have looked away if the house suddenly collapsed around them.

She was all wet, pink sweetness. Her desire was impossible to hide in this position and he again had to hold back from touching. Or better yet, leaning in with his tongue.

“Show me,” he said hoarsely.

Eve ran her hand down her stomach and over her mound. Then she spread herself open. Her other hand’s middle finger skimmed over her clit and she breathed harder. She circled there for a moment, then dipped lower, spreading her wetness up and over the tender bud as if she’d done it hundreds of times.

Kevin felt his mouth go dry and his cock swell. She was more gorgeous, more confident and more in tune with her body than he’d even imagined.

Slowly she pushed a finger in where he so wanted to be buried. She slid in and out, then added another. Her hips were lifting slightly with each finger thrust and he quickly glanced up to find her eyes on him. Her mouth was open though and she was breathing hard and moaning.

“Kevin.”

His name. She was moaning his name.

She withdrew to circle her clit again, this time faster and with more pressure. She alternated between quick thrusts inside and circles on the outside, her rhythm increasing. He knew that with a vibrator she’d only have to concentrate on one area and she’d already be there. Or with
his
fingers. Or tongue. Or cock.

But he wanted to watch her the whole way through. He wanted to know if she came with her fingers inside or if she needed her clit stroked. He needed to know how to get her there when he was inside her.

Her breathing was erratic and she arched as if trying to get closer to something. Finally, he had to help. He reached up and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed then tugged as she had done. “Come for me, Eve,” he said huskily. “Let me watch you lose it right here, right now.”

And she came apart.

“Kevin!” she gasped as the orgasm overtook her.

He watched as the waves subsided and she slumped into the cushions, her hands sliding to rest on her stomach. Still leaning over her, he lifted her hand and closed his mouth around the fingers that had been inside her. Her eyes flew open and she watched as he sucked, then dragged his tongue up and down each finger. After he’d tasted all he could, he linked his fingers with hers.

“Anything else you need to know?” she asked breathlessly.

“Oh, there’s a whole lot I need to know,” he told her sincerely. “How you taste directly on my tongue, how you looking riding me, how it feels on my cock when you come like that.”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “Wow, if you’d talked like that back in high school I would have never been able to—” She stopped abruptly and looked at the ceiling. “Never mind.”

He sat back and watched as she pulled her panties and jeans up and adjusted her bra and top.

When she was done fiddling he said, “You would have never been able to what?”

He knew what she’d almost said. And he was as dazed by it as she was.