Page 28 of Only for the Moment
Whatever he had to do to please her—
And then he got an eyeful of the screen. “Oh fuck no.”
Kennedy doubled over laughing, still holding her bowl in one hand, remote in the other. “Come on,” she gasped. “You wouldn’t do the Truffle Shuffle for me?”Another spasm of laughter shook her.
He retrieved the remote and bowl, setting both safely out of the way, then leaned over and kissed her.
Strawberries and cream, that’s what she tasted like. Sweet and sassy on his tongue. Her surprised gasp gave him access, and he took it, using his weight to cover her reclining body as he savored the pleasure of Kennedy’s mouth.
A strong grip pulled himcloser. Isaac shifted toward her, needing to be body to body with this woman who had driven him crazy from the moment he first heard her voice. When she laid back, taking him with her, and widened her legs so he could settle between them, he swore against her lips.
Heaven must feel just like this… Here. Now. Kennedy.
Fuck.
Her back arched as he forced her pelvis closer to his, and her pleasuresent fire licking through his veins. Kennedy’s head tilted back, baring her neck to him, and he took advantage. The rapid beat of her pulse beneath his lips set the rhythm for his own heartbeat, his kisses, the rocking of his rigid cock against her soft, lush body. He didn’t care about breathing or the TV or anything but the woman beneath him, her body a fantasy he couldn’t believe he was actuallyliving.
Delicate hands drifted along his back. His skin absorbed her heat despite the shirt blocking him from feeling her fully, but one arm planted on the couch next to her head freed him to grab the hem and yank the fabric over his head. “Touch me, Kennedy.”
The words were low and almost unrecognizable with desire. Her soft smile and the way her hands ran with greed over his bare chest saidshe understood well enough. Her touch was harmony and counterpoint, shoving him higher and sending shafts of unbearable pleasure to his painfully hard cock—Christ, how had she gotten him revved up so fast? And yet the throb in his groin said it didn’t matter; all that mattered was getting as much of her as he could, as fast as he could.
Except when his hand found the bottom of her tank and pulled,baring her flat belly to his gaze and touch, Kennedy went still.
“Wait.”
Ignoring the way every nerve ending in his body set up a helluva protest, he forced himself to pause. “Ken?”
“I—” Confusion filtered through the green of her eyes. “I think we need to talk about this first.”
He couldn’t stop the instinctive tightening of his fingers on her hip bone. He could ease back, though. Slowlyhe brought his body under control, sitting back on the couch, forcing himself to release her. Kennedy watched him, her expression locked down, hiding whatever churned in that intelligent brain of hers. But she couldn’t hide her continued arousal. Isaac forced his gaze away from the heaving rise and fall of her breasts, the tight nipples straining against her tank top, the flush of her neck and cheeksas she struggled with her own control.
At least it wasn’t just him in the deep end of the pool, yeah?
He took her hand and helped her to sit. Kennedy didn’t back away but stayed right there, a thigh on either side of his, her eyes locked on his face with a fierceness he’d never seen before. What did she see? How much he wanted her? How he’d do anything to please her, even if it meant openingher eyes to things that scared her?
Christ, he fucking hoped so.
Kennedy closed her eyes, took a deep breath.
Here it comes.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Looking back over the last few minutes, he thought it was a damn good idea, maybe the best he’d ever had—and considering he made his living with ideas, that was saying something. Not that he didn’t know what she meant, but…
Don’tbe a shit, Ike.
“Why?”
“Isaac…” Kennedy’s fingers clenched, reminding him they were still intertwined with his. “I’m not a sub. I’m never going to be what you want me to be.”
“First, you don’t know what I want you to be, and second”—he held up a finger when she tried to interrupt him—“your reaction to me before says you might very well be exactly what I want, what I need, already. If you letyourself admit it.”
“I’m not a sub.”
He replayed her reaction to him in the car.Keep telling yourself that.
“What exactly do you think I expect of you?” he finally asked. “You don’t want to be called a sub. Fine. Does that mean you can’t have fun in the bedroom?”
