Page 90 of Just One Season
“Kiss me, Kellen.”
And he does.
The hot water around me is nothing compared to the molten blood rushing through my veins as he presses his mouth against mine, first softly, then bringing the kiss deeper. I could kiss him all night. It does something to my soul. It fills me. It’s so right and perfect. Kellen pulls me harder against him and buries a hand in my curls. His tongue swipes into my mouth, and I open wider, giving him full access. Now he’s pressing himself against me, and I feel his desire on my stomach. I’m pulsing for him.
Kellen pulls away.
“I really like you, Lucy. I want you to know that.” He’s breathing heavily.
I absorb his words. They’re not words of obligation, are they? He’s not drunk. Neither am I.
“I like you too.” I move my hands up his wet chest, memorizing the feel of every muscle and line, trying to build a protective wall around my heart so I can be with him physically.
Maybe telling him I like him doesn’t go with the idea of only being physical.
But then he kisses me again, and I don’t care.
Our bodies spark against each other, and I press against him as he moves his hands down my body lightly, over the curves of my ass, until he touches bare skin where my bikini bottom ends. Then he stops again.
“In another universe, you’re not just my fake girlfriend.”
I swallow.Oh, shit.Not sure those walls can handle this kind of talk. “What does that universe look like?”
We’re on seriously dangerous ground now, but I can’t stop myself.
“It’s a universe where you’re here permanently. Where we have coffee every morning. You coach my daughter’s soccer team. We get to touch each other all the time. We laugh, hang out, hike, fight off wild animals, and spend a lot of time naked.”
I smile, andhe kisses me again.
“That sounds perfect,” I say, but the words are lost in our kiss.
I continue in my head. It’s a universe where he can trust people. A universe where I can believe I’m enough.
The water slides against my skin as he pushes my bikini bottoms down to access the skin beneath. I’m throbbing between my legs, and I want his hands everywhere.
“Can we go somewhere more private?” I whisper as I press harder against him. Because as amazing as this is, I’m not into risking the hockey boys coming back this way.
We’ve already shown the public what they need to see.
This? This is just for us.
Kellen tugs my suit back up and lifts me out of the pool, then practically leaps up next to me. He pulls me onto my feet and toward the door to his cottage, where there’s a private lounge area hidden from view completely.
I tug him to a lounge chair and sink onto my back, pulling him down on top of me. I don’t want to be deprived of his touch for one more second.
He buries his head in my neck and slides a hand down my stomach and to my aching front. I practically purr as he touches me. Finally. Stroking. Touching. Pressing. Fire is burning inside me, and it’s not just in my between my legs.
It’s in my chest. And that’s a problem.
I feel like I’m floating, and I arch against him. I’m dripping pool water and should be freezing in the cool Wyoming night, but his lips are setting me on fire.
He moves his mouth down my neck and my chest until he wraps his lips around a nipple through my bathing suit, his fingers still stroking so softly between my legs that I might die. I’m a rag doll in his arms, destroyed by the sensations of his fingers, his mouth, his body.
“You’re perfect,” he says. “This is all I’ve been thinking about. You’re driving me crazy, Lucy, with your curls and your lips and your laugh…”
“Kellen,” I whisper, burying my hands in his hair as he pushes my bikini top down and takes my exposed breast in his mouth.
This time, I can’t hold back the moan.
