Just a Kiss: The Bradfords, Book 5 (21 page)

He needed sleep before Drew was out of school. Of course, then he wouldn’t be able to get Eve naked—at least not totally naked and loud like he wanted to. And he didn’t know how much longer he could wait to do that. He was aching for her as if…they’d been apart for fourteen years.

Sighing, torn between horniness and fatigue, he headed for the kitchen.

And froze in the doorway.

There was a huge sign on the center island, black marker on red construction paper, that said
Welcome Home
. It was clearly Drew’s handwriting, but the little heart and xoxo at the bottom were obviously from Eve.

There was a piece of yellow construction paper underneath it with an arrow pointing to the fridge. It said
Breakfast
. On the bottom shelf was the pitcher for the blender, full of something orange. He sniffed it, recognizing orange and peach. A smoothie. No way.

There was also a green note that said
Oven
.

In the oven was a pan of blueberry muffins. He assumed from a mix, knowing Eve, but he didn’t care. Grabbing one, he put the blender jar on the base and mixed the smoothie, then dumped it in the glass already sitting ready with a twisty straw.

He usually came home to an empty apartment where no one else lived. In fact, he rarely spent time there. He was more often at Dooley’s house or at Sam and Danika’s house. When he went home it was alone to a space he didn’t share with anyone.

This was way better.

Sipping and chewing he made his way upstairs. In his room he found another note—

Sleep well
—with an eye mask—which was a little girlie but he didn’t care—and some ear plugs.

Smiling, he finished the muffin and smoothie, then pulled the comforter back.

On the sheet underneath was another note:
I hope you sleep naked. I’ll be over later.

And suddenly sleep was the last thing on his mind.

It was probably the vitamins in the smoothie, but he had a surge of energy.

Or it was Eve.

She was seducing him and it was completely working.

He looked from the pillow to the empty smoothie glass then to the note where she’d written the word “naked”. He should sleep. He needed to sleep.

But he needed her more.

He headed back down the steps and yanked the front door open, determined to take her in the back room of her grandmother’s restaurant if needed.

Eve had just stepped onto the porch.

“Hi.”

He loved how her eyes lit up when she saw him.

“Hi.”

“I thought you’d go to bed.”

“I will. But not without you.” The moment she was close enough, her grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.

“I should leave you alone to sleep.” Her hands went to the bottom of his T-shirt and she started tugging it up. “But I can’t. I promise I’ll be quick.”

He pulled the shirt off and tossed it away as he slammed the door behind her. His fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. “You better not be quick.”

Her shirt came open and he pushed it from her shoulders.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to help the quick thing,” she said, reaching behind and unhooking her bra, tossing it on the growing pile of clothes.

“Then we’ll have to do it more than once.” He was surprised he could speak. The sight of her bare breasts, hard nipples and huge smile was enough to suck the oxygen from his lungs.

“Darn.” She started for the stairs, unhooking and unzipping her jeans.

He was right on her heels. “You sure you can leave the restaurant?”

She was on the third step and he was on the first when she turned, slid the denim over her hips and wiggled out of her jeans. She kicked them to the bottom of the stairs. “Monica agreed that I’d be way nicer to be around if I was getting some.”

He put his hands on her waist, stroking his open palms from hip to breast on either side. Goose bumps erupted on her skin and she sighed.

“I think she’s right,” she said happily. “I feel better already.”

He couldn’t help it. She was standing above him on the steps, her breasts nearly at eye level, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy white panties. He dipped his knees and took a nipple into his mouth.

Her hand went to the back of his head and she arched into him. “
Yes
.”

“I need you, Eve,” he said huskily. “I’m keeping you here awhile. You sure they don’t need you downtown?”

“The only people there are the retired farmers and all they need is coffee. They know where the pot is.” She leaned closer. “Now where were you?”

He took her other nipple into his mouth and brought her hips closer.

“Yep, right there,” she breathed. After a moment though, she pulled away. “I want to see more of you,” she said. “You got an eyeful the other night but I haven’t seen anything but pecs and abs. Not that I’m complaining.” She ran her hand over his chest and then down his stomach.

He sucked in a quick breath. “No arguments from me.”

She walked backward up the steps as he followed, unzipping and shedding his jeans along the way until they entered his bedroom in underwear only, hands everywhere.

“Let me look for a minute,” she said, pushing him down onto the bed. “I’ve been watching you on TV for years, remembering that awesome ass and those thighs. Now I’m up close and personal and I want to enjoy it.”

She straddled his thighs, but he caught her wrists before she could run them over his stomach again. “You’ve been watching me on TV? What do you mean?”

“Football,” she said. “I saw every game that was televised.”

“College or pro?”

“Both.”

He stared at her. She’d been watching him play football? Even in college? That was right after they’d broken up. “You don’t like football.”

“I do too,” she said. “I’d never really seen or understood it before I dated you. I love it now. And I know a lot about it.”

“So those stats you knew? You didn’t look them up?” He’d never imagined she might see him play, or pay attention or
want
to understand it because of him.

“I knew them,” she confirmed. “My college roommate’s boyfriend was a huge football fan and explained a lot to me, and then I read some stuff and picked a lot up by watching.”

“Wow.”

She smiled. “I think I like surprising you.”

He smiled back, flattered by her interest in his football career, but there was a little niggle of unease. He didn’t want her to surprise him. At least not too much. He wanted Eve. The Eve he’d always known, the girl he’d always loved.

“What else have you learned since I knew you?” he asked. It was so easy to forget that they hadn’t been together for more than a decade. In some ways it seemed that they’d never been apart.

Her grin grew mischievous. “Let me show you.” She pulled her wrists free from his hold and spread her palms on his stomach, running them up and down over the muscles and ribs. “You feel so good,” she said, watching where her hands touched.

“You too.” He held her hips, watching her watch him. Then his eyes were drawn again to her breasts, then her stomach, then the dip of the silky panties below her belly button. He needed more. He flipped her to her back, the movement bouncing her breasts softly, and stretched out beside her. “I want to see you again,” he said, running the tip of his finger along the top edge of her panties.

“Good. And ditto.”

She lifted her hips off the mattress and he quickly pulled the white silk down her legs and off over her feet.

He gazed at her, completely bare, his cock and heart both throbbing. She was his. She was here, they were together. All his.

“You too,” she urged, tugging at the top of his boxers.

He whisked them off, tossing them somewhere near the foot of the bed.

“Lie back. I want to look.”

She pushed against his chest and he rolled back. Paper crinkled underneath him and he reached to pull her note from underneath him.

“I sleep in boxers,” he said, showing her the note before tossing it toward the bedside table.

She smiled looking up from where she’d been studying his body. “Unless I wear you out to the point you can’t even pull them on afterward.”

He pulled her down for a kiss. The hunger was intense and it was unquestionably on both sides. She ran her hands over his face, his shoulders, chest and ribs, then over his naked hips and the sides of his thighs. It was as if they couldn’t touch each other enough.

“Let me look,” she said, pulling back, breathless, from the kiss. Her gaze traveled over him eagerly, seemingly taking in every inch. “Holy cow. You haven’t played in years; you can’t tell me you still workout that hard?”

“I’m at the gym regularly. My job requires me to be in good shape.”

“But wow.” Her eyes found his. “I would really appreciate it if you would walk around naked all the time. In fact, every woman in the world would appreciate that. But you’re all mine.” She leaned in and kissed his sternum.

Other women had complimented him, ogled him, lusted over him. But it had never felt like this. The fact that he turned her on, that she wanted him as much as he did her, that she sounded possessive of him thrilled him beyond any prior seduction or experience.

She was the only one who mattered.
Her
happiness and her pleasure were the only ones he would ever care about again.

Then she wrapped her hand around his erection and all sweet thoughts vanished as lust took over.

He gasped. “Damn, Eve.”

“I like how I can make you lose your mind,” she said, stroking up and down his length.

“You have no idea.” He flipped her to her back again. “My turn.”

She didn’t move to cover herself at all, letting him look his fill, then run his hands up and down her legs, over her stomach to cup her breasts. He played with her nipples enough to get her writhing underneath him. Then he parted her knees and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. She let her legs spread wide and he had to swallow hard.

“You’re gorgeous. I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

“Me too.”

He lifted his gaze to her face. “Yeah?”

“Of course.” She wiggled again. “Last night was fun and all but I want you touching me this time.”

“Well, if you insist.” He ran his finger over her mound, then the slick cleft beneath.

She lifted her hips. “More.”

“Anything you want,” he said sincerely. He parted her folds and stroked her, over her clit and through the sweet wetness. He stared, unable to believe he finally had Eve, his
wife
, spread out on his bed, begging him to touch her.

“More,” she said, her voice definitely rougher.

He watched her face as he slipped his finger into her, slowly. Her legs parted further and she seemed to be holding her breath. “So hot and tight,” he said softly. “Perfect.”

“Kevin.” Her eyes had drifted shut and she was biting her bottom lip.

He loved how he could affect her, occupy her mind as he touched her body.

He slid his finger in fully, then added a second, stretching her.

She moaned and lifted her hips. He slid in and out, watching her body react, then leaned over and flicked his tongue over her clit.

“Oh!” It was definitely louder than the panting she’d been doing.

He licked again, then sucked as he stroked his fingers in and out.

“Kevin!” Even louder this time. Almost a cry.

He reached for the drawer in his nightstand, retrieved, opened and donned a condom all with one hand and his teeth, his other hand continuing to work Eve to the breaking point.

He finally slid his fingers free and shifted over her.

“Oh, finally,” she breathed, opening her legs for his hips and grabbing his ass.

He laughed.

Right in the middle of sex. Sex with
Eve
.

Shaking his head he said, “Sorry to hold things up.”

She grinned. “Make it up to me now. I need you.”

He braced his hands on the mattress and pressed forward. “I know the feeling.”

He entered her slowly, wanting to savor it, wanting to be sure she could take him, but she did. Completely. His body took over quickly and halfway home he thrust, burying himself deep.

“Yes,” she encouraged, wrapping her legs around him. “Yes, yes.”

He paused a moment, soaking in the feel, scent and sound of her. But she squeezed her inner muscles and he groaned. “Eve, I want this to last more than two minutes.”

“Why?” She squeezed again. “This is amazing.”

It was. It was incredible.

Then she reached between them, finding her clit with her finger and circling.

The sight, the sexy hitch in her breathing, the way she looked down at her finger and where they were joined, the feel of her inner walls beginning to ripple all combined and Kevin began to stroke, long and deep.

She moved with him, her hips meeting his. Both moaning and gasping, the heat and friction building between them steadily.