Just a Kiss: The Bradfords, Book 5 (22 page)

“More,” she whimpered.

She shifted under him, moving her right leg and he paused as she wiggled, then stretched it up, hooking her knee over his shoulder.

“Holy…” he trailed off as he sank deep. He was a big guy, in all ways. She shouldn’t be able to take him like that. He might hurt…

“
Yes
.” Her moan was loud and heartfelt. Using her leg against his shoulder she moved against him even harder.

“Eve, I don’t—”

“So good,” she panted. “Just like that.”

As her walls squeezed him, he couldn’t have held back if he tried. The thrusts were deep and hard, the rhythm increased and soon the bed was rocking, knocking the headboard against the wall in hard, loud thumps.

“Kevin!” she called out as her orgasm hit, her body drawing his deep.

He was right behind her. His climax swept over him and he felt wave after wave of pleasure race through him.

For several moments afterward he was able to hold himself up on his arms, but when Eve moved her leg off his shoulder and slumped, spent, beneath him, he lowered himself to her side and let his whole body fully relax.

He sank into the mattress, feeling heat and satisfaction and fatigue all cover him at once.

Eve lay breathing hard next to him until she finally could slow the rhythm and she rolled into him. Spreading her hand out over his heart she sighed.

“That was totally worth waiting twelve years for,” she said.

Puzzled he looked down at her, brushing her hair back from her face. “Twelve?” he asked. “We’ve been apart for fourteen.”

She grinned up at him. “Yeah. If I’d been on top it would have been worth fourteen.”

“Hey.” He chuckled and gently smacked her butt. “Be good or I’ll keep trying for the fourteen without
letting
you on top.”

Though he knew he wouldn’t. He wanted her on top. He wanted to see what she’d do with the control. In fact, the idea of it was already causing parts of his body to react.

“You need to sleep,” she said with a giggle, clearly noticing his response.

“I do.” He wanted to do a lot more of what they’d been doing, but he needed sleep before Drew was out of school. “Stay, oka—?” He yawned before he got all of the question out.

She snuggled close. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He closed his eyes, loving the feel of her head on his chest, his arm around her. They’d only spent one night like this ever. He could still remember how it felt to sleep with Eve in his arms. Right. That was the only word. It felt
right
.

They needed to talk some too, before Drew was home. He wanted to know how everything had gone the night before.

And there was at least one other question he needed to ask her. Was it about sex? Maybe about a guy? Something having to do with…

He couldn’t remember and he couldn’t fight sleep any longer.

He’d think of it later.

Probably.

If it was important.

Kevin fell into a deep sleep quickly, but Eve laid thinking. Worrying.

She should have held back more. She shouldn’t have been that bold their first time back together. She shouldn’t have done what she’d done on the couch the other night either, but he hadn’t seemed bothered by that. She grinned. No, definitely not bothered.

But surely he was going to wonder how she’d learned some of the things she’d learned. Throwing her leg over his shoulder had not been particularly brilliant. And that bit about being on top? Geez, nothing like giving it all up at once.

When they’d last been together, they’d made love exactly four times, all in the same night. Their wedding night. The first time with him had been her first time ever. It had been the first time she’d seen or touched a penis in person without his jeans barely pulled out of the way with only the car’s dashboard lights illuminating things. They’d used the same position—the traditional, with him on top—all four times.

It wouldn’t take him long to realize that either she’d been watching porn or had some experience with an erection other than his.

Or, in actuality, both. At the same time once or twice.

What was she ready for him to know?

Maybe more importantly, what was Kevin ready to know?

Okay, so she was probably going to have to hold back a bit. It wasn’t like sex with him would ever be less than amazing. She knew he had experience—probably more than
she
wanted to know—so maybe she’d let him lead things and keep her mouth shut.

At least about the things that Kevin didn’t want to know. She knew that he didn’t want to know about the time she and Zach got naked on the not-exactly-a-nude-beach, or the time she and Andy gave some college guys an eyeful at a Green Day concert, or the time she and Tom…

Anyway.

The other guys didn’t matter. She could leave those parts out. Because she was very okay with him leaving out the exact number of blow jobs he’d had before her. Among other things.

She could probably also leave out the three months she’d smoked. She didn’t need to tell him about her unfortunate relationship with peach schnapps because that was
definitely
over. Forever. And he probably didn’t need to know about the one night—
one
night—when she said “what the hell” when the marijuana was passed around.

But otherwise—there were a few little details he should probably know about. Like her arrest, for instance. She hadn’t been convicted. She hadn’t done anything wrong—other than pick a roommate out of the classifieds—but it was on her record.

She rolled toward him, reaching to put her hand on his back. She absorbed the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall as he breathed and she finally dozed and then fell into an actual sleep, the late nights and the crazy tornado of emotions combining with the big, hot body next to her and the rip-roaring orgasm to create the perfect recipe for a deep, contented sleep.

At three thirty-seven the ringing phone woke them.

Eve jerked upright as Kevin blindly reached for the bedside table where his cell phone lay. But it wasn’t until after he answered, “Hello?” that they both realized the ringing phone was hers.

She grabbed it right before it went to voice mail. “Hello?”

“Eve?”

Crap. Drew. School was out. “We’re on the way, buddy. Wait by—”

“Can I go to a friend’s house to play and stay for dinner?” he interrupted.

Relief washed over her. He wasn’t sitting in the school office panicking about them not being there. “Sure. There will be adults there?” she thought to ask.

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Okay. Great.” They hadn’t screwed up too badly. “Call us when you’re ready to get picked up.”

“’Kay, bye.” He disconnected before she could say goodbye.

She slumped back onto the pillow. “Drew’s going to a friend’s house to play and eat dinner and will call us to pick him up later.”

Kevin rubbed a hand over his face. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“It’s no problem,” she assured him. “He wasn’t freaked out or anything.”

“Still, I messed up.”

Though her own guilt was plenty thick, she propped herself up on her elbow. “Kevin, we’re ten blocks from the school. Everyone knows him and vice versa. It’s not like it’s forty below and he’s standing out on the corner. He’d be fine if he had to wait for a few minutes. No harm done.”

“Still…”

She put her hand on his chest. “Still you’re not perfect and no one expects you to be. You’re not used to having a little boy to think about picking up from school. It doesn’t mean you don’t care.”

He sighed. “You’re right. Okay. It’s fine.”

“It’s completely fine,” she agreed. “In fact, it’s fantastic.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, he gets to have fun and we have more time alone.” She rubbed her hand over his chest, then slid lower. “Any idea how to kill some time?”

“Only fifty,” he said, rolling toward her. He pulled her close and kissed her.

Her arms went around his neck and she arched into his body, wanting to touch every centimeter at once.

As she started to throw her leg over his hip to roll him to his back, she stopped herself. She needed to let him lead. What good would it do to demonstrate how much she’d experimented and learned since they’d been apart? Kevin seemed to have some pretty specific ideas of how things should go and he seemed to like the idea that she was the same sweet girl he’d known in high school. The same sweet girl he’d married.

Yeah, he wanted her to be the same.

Fine. People changed for the ones they loved, why couldn’t she stay the same if that’s what he needed and wanted? That wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

“Come here,” he said, turning onto his back and pulling her on top of his body. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She paused in the midst of rubbing her whole body against all of his.

She had plenty to show him. But no, that’s not how he meant it. Was it?

“What do you want to see?”

“All of you. Moving on me. Taking me deep,” he said hoarsely, cupping her breasts as she braced herself with her hands on his chest.

She
loved
when he talked like that. “This is a side of you I haven’t seen before,” she said, venturing cautiously into the subject of changes.

“Underneath you?” he asked, pressing his hips up against her.

She dragged in a deep breath. “Yeah, that,” she admitted. It was a nice side to see too. “And the dirty talk.”

“You like it though.” He rolled her nipple between thumb and finger.

“Hell yeah I do.” In fact, she was holding herself back from begging him to fuck her. In those exact words.

“If I keep it up will you slide back and take my cock?”

She groaned. She’d take it all right. She could shock the hell out of Kevin Campbell by using her mouth on his aforementioned cock. And she could tell him exactly what she intended to do with it in graphic detail.

According to a couple of experts, she was pretty good with her mouth.

But she didn’t think that was a recommendation Kevin would appreciate.

Damn. This was going to get complicated.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she told him, shifting back, feeling the head of his erection against her.

“You sure you’re ready for that?” he asked, lifting his hips and pressing down on hers.

It wasn’t the exact angle they needed but it still made her catch her breath.

And why was it okay for him to say things that more than hinted at the experiences
he’d
had? She didn’t want to hear or think about the other women. Then again, he hadn’t been the virgin on their wedding night. He had hardly been a playboy at that point, but hers wasn’t the first bra he’d unhooked, that was for sure.

“I’m ready for whatever you’ve got,” she told him, leaning over and licking at one of his nipples.

He cupped the back of her head with a groan. “I want to do
everything
to you, with you, on you, in you.”

“We’d better get started then,” she said, sliding back without warning and tipping her pelvis so that when she pushed herself up to extended elbows, he slid in.

He lifted and thrust to get deep as they gasped together.

“Perfect,” he groaned, “so tight. So good.”

She flexed her inner muscles again, then started to move, pulling and squeezing him as she did it. If she got him caught up in the moment and the heat, then he wouldn’t notice—or care—what she knew or didn’t know.

“I’ve imagined you like this so many times,” he rasped.

“Ditto.” She loved this position. It was one of her favorites. He was certainly her pick for bottom too.

His big hands moved to cup her butt, lifting and lowering her, thrusting up to meet her as he did.

Eve lifted her hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples and wresting a groan from Kevin. She liked that sound. She wanted more of it. Leaning back, she braced one hand on his thigh, changing the angle of his thrusts. She pushed with one foot against the mattress, moving just enough for him to hit her g-spot perfectly.

She gasped and threw her head back. Her body took the rhythm over from Kevin. She was in a much better position to lift, lower and grind and soon his hands fell away, limp on the mattress.

“Eve,” he groaned.

She opened her eyes to watch him. His face showed it all. His jaw was tight, his eyes were on her, though, as his chest rose and fell as he breathed hard.

A surge of power, a deep satisfaction at making him look that way, rushed through her. “Hang on,” she told him with grin.

She increased the tempo, squeezing him tightly each time, and finally reached behind with the hand that wasn’t holding her up and cupped his balls.

His hips surged upward as she played with him and she could feel his climax building.

“You’re coming with me,” he said through gritted teeth as he brought his thumb to her clit.

He pressed and circled and almost the moment she felt her orgasm begin, it rose, grew and crashed over her quickly.