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“Good to know where sex ranks for you,” she says between bites.
Leaning over, I test her theory. She may have been ravenously hungry, but she wasn’t an equal level of horny. Time to level the playing field. I slowly drag my lips down her neck, occasionally kissing, then sucking the skin into my mouth.
She makes a little mumbly noise, so I keep going, continuing to kiss and suck on her neck while running my other hand up her silky thigh, underneath my T-shirt, until my fingers are brushing the edge of her underwear. She gasps as I graze them over the crotch. Smiling to myself, I pull my hand away, lift my lips from her neck, and turn on my stool, grabbing my sandwich and taking a bite.
She makes a discontented noise and crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at me.
I shrug. “Sorry. I’m hungry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am. Starved.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
Sliding off her stool, she stands next to me, running one hand through my hair and the other over my stomach. She traces my abs, then moves up to my pecs, slowly circling each nipple before rolling them between her thumb and pointer. I didn’t realize having my nipples teased would turn me on, but fuck, it does. So much so that I let out a gasp. My sandwich is in my hands in mid-air because I stopped thinking when her skin touched mine.
She leans in and kisses my neck, and I know I’ve lost this round.
Quickly spinning on my stool, I stand up and pull her to me, giving her a hard kiss.
She’s smiling when I pull away.
“So,” I rumble, “sex or food?”
With one hand, she grazes my crotch, and with the other, she grabs her breakfast sandwich and takes a bite. “Both.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe.” She sets her breakfast sandwich back down and wraps her arms around my neck. “But so are you. I love you.” My eyes flare at her words and she laughs. “Don’t look so surprised. I said it last night, too.”
“I know. I just wasn’t sure if it was?—”
“That post-orgasm glow?” she asks cheekily.
“Something like that.”
She squeezes my hand. “I don’t expect you to say it back, but it’s how I feel, so I wanted to say it.”
I laugh lightly, then take her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Kend. I have for a long time. I was just too much of a chicken to say it first.”
“Well, I guess I can forgive that, since you did make the first move.”
I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue swirling in her mouth, claiming her.
“Bedroom?” I mumble against her lips.
“Bring the food.”
“As you wish, baby.”
I grab both of our sandwiches and we dash up the stairs and into the bedroom, where we fully satiate both kinds of hunger.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KENNEDY
“That was so good,”I moan.
