Page 28 of The Rebound
I grunt out a reply, but I don’t release her.
The feel of her firm belly pressing into me should feel strange, foreign ... but it doesn’t. I like the feel of her in my arms, and I appreciate all the parts of her body and what it can do.
When we reach the bed, I place her in the center of the mattress, and Kinley tugs me down with her. I chuckle and lie down with her in the center of the bed. We turn to our sides, facing each other.
I take her mouth in another searing kiss. Part of me knows I should put an end to this, but the other part of me wouldn’t stop what we’re doing for all the money in the world.
Her knees part, and I bring my hand beneath her dress to caress her over her panties.
Kinley gasps, her eyes glassy with desire. “Do you ... have a condom?”
“No.” I sigh, dipping my head to nip at her neck. “I wasn’t sure how tonight would go, so I didn’t ...” My words trail off into a strangled groan as Kinley dips her hand into the front of my pants and palms me firmly.
“That’s all right,” she murmurs. “There’s plenty we can do without one.”
Deftly, Kinley unzips me, and the first touch of her fingers to my cock sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
Half the pleasure is the feel of her soft fingers moving around me, barely able to encompass the full thickness of it. The other half is the way she looks getting me off, her dress pulled down low to reveal her flushed, naked chest.
The feeling is overwhelming, beyond temptation, so I let my hands do exactly what they want, one coming up to massage her breast and pinch her nipple, and the other sneaking beneath her dress to the warmth between her legs. With a gasp, Kinley opens her legs wider, allowing two of my curious fingers to plunge deep inside her.
“Oh wow ...” She groans, her free hand clawing at the back of my neck for purchase.
As pleasure overtakes her, her hand’s pace on my cock falters, but I don’t care. If she keeps making noises like that, I’m going to lose a handle on my careful control.
At Kinley’s trembling request, I thrust my fingers deeper and faster, crooking them just so. She’s so warm, and I can’t help but imagine what it’ll feel like once I’m actually inside her, buried deep.
We lock eyes, and as if we’re both thinking the same thing, Kinley shudders in my arms, her orgasm hitting her hard and relentless. Just the sight is enough to take me over the edge, and soon I’m coming into her hand with a rush of pleasure that makes me dizzy.
She crumples against me, resting her head on my shoulder while she catches her breath. Instinctually, I pull her into me, locking my arms around her waist. For a long time, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the silence.
But these feelings welling up inside me? They’re louder than any concerns knocking around in my head. So what if her crazy brother beats me bloody when he finds out we’re still seeing each other?
For this woman, it might just be worth it.
9
KINLEY
Iwake up to the sound of my phone buzzing faintly under my pillow. Through groggy eyes, I see the caller ID readsWALKER. I cringe, debating whether to pick up. It’s barely nine in the morning, the psycho.
The call goes to voice mail before I can decide to answer it, my screen lighting up with not one butthreemissed calls and about a dozen text messages to boot.
What the hell is going on?
Bewildered, I reach across the sheets for Saint but find the other side of my bed empty. Down the hall, the pipes creak and the shower turns on. He’s still here, at least.
Reluctantly, I pull myself upright to absorb Walker’s messages before I accidentally drift off again. They start from last night, around the time when Saint brought me dinner. The voice mails make me nervous, so I scroll through the texts first.
Hey Kin, wondering if you have any dinner plans. I’m thinking about making lasagna. I’ll have lots of leftovers.
And about an hour later—
You okay?
I guess you fell asleep early. Give me a call when you wake up.
And then this morning—
