Page 17 of Loving Words
Frustrated with my lack of progress, I tossed back the last of the liquid. The whiskey’s bite rooted me to the present. I set my laptop on top of the mess I’d made and padded to the corner where I’d seen a variety of liquor. After spotting a bottle of scotch, I poured myself two fingers, tossed it back, and poured another drink.
Setting it down, I collected my notes. As I sifted through them, I allowed my mind to relax and delved into creating a synopsis I could later return to.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, only that I hadn’t been nearly as productive as I’d wanted. The words on the screen were far from my best but something I could clean up after some rest. The sex scene I’d written between Jackie and the survivalist, Mark, wouldn’t happen for a few chapters, which was doing little to squelch my growing desire for Kennedy.
I wasn’t stupid. It was glaringly obvious there was a connection between Jackie and Kennedy. Maybe after some rest, I’d chalk it up to utter garbage and delete it. Tossing back the last of my drink, I set out to clean up and take my semi-hard, buzzed ass to bed.
Once I had everything tucked back into my bag, I placed it to the side of the couch and out of the way of others. Grabbing my glass, I made sure I’d left the room like I’d found it and padded to the kitchen.
The cabin was warm and quiet, even with the sounds of the structure settling. I grabbed the sponge and made quick work of washing my glass. As I placed it on the drying rack, a floorboard creaked nearby.
Bare toes caught my attention before my gaze snagged on her soft-looking legs. Little red sleep shorts with Christmas trees on them hung off her hips, and a sliver of skin peeked out from under her red spaghetti strap top covering full breasts. My mouth watered at the sight of her nipples pressing against the fabric, and my cock thickened.
“Jack?” Kennedy’s voice was deep from lack of use. “I didn’t think you were still up.”
“I—” I cleared my throat as I took the glass from her hand. “I was cleaning up.”
She leaned against the counter as I turned on the water. “I could have done that.”
“And you could have made yourself a drink and gone upstairs, but you made me one too.”
“It was the least I could do.” Kennedy raised and dropped one shoulder, the move drawing my eyes down to her cleavage. “Why would you have spent Christmas alone? Where’s your family?”
Scrubbing the glass a little longer than needed, I said, “It’s just me. My parents died a few years ago, and I’m an only child.”
“Oh,” she whispered. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I put her glass next to my clean one and took her in. Her attention was on my mouth, causing my heart rate to spike.Did she want me to kiss her as much as I wanted?
Slowly, so as to not scare her and to give her the opportunity to stop me, I moved in front of her. My hands cupped the counter at her sides, itching with the need to grab her hips instead.
“You probably should stop looking at me that way,” I said, my voice deep and raspy with my arousal.
“Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?”
I stepped closer, my erection brushing her and making a little gasp escape her kissable lips. “Far from it.”
We stood like that for a little while, my cock twitching and her nipples grazing my chest. I deserved a medal for my outstanding control. All I wanted to do was rip off her shorts and pull out my heavy cock before slamming it deep inside of her.
Instead, my gaze flitted from her face to the pulse at her neck begging to be licked. Unable to take any more, I leaned in as I slid a hand into her hair. “Tell me not to kiss you.”
“This is probably a bad idea,” she whispered, her whiskey breath tickling my lips.
“The worst idea,” I said against her mouth. Plucking at her upper lip, licking, and nibbling on the soft flesh, I groaned.
Kennedy wrapped her arms around my neck as I slid my free hand around her waist and pulled her against me. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth, and a zing of electricity shot to the tip of my cock. I muttered a garbledfuckand groaned at the delicious feeling she’d created in my body. I’d let her call my work smut if she kept doing that.
I deepened the kiss. Exploring her mouth with my tongue, I was vaguely aware I was probably being a little too rough. The moment her fingernails scraped across my scalp, I reached down and grabbed the backs of her thighs.
After setting her on the edge of the counter, I slid my hands up her silky thighs. Squeezing her hips, I pressed against her warm center. Kennedy moaned against my mouth, and her nails dug into my flesh. A light floral scent danced across my senses as I sprinkled kisses along her jaw and nibbled along her tender flesh. My pulse thundered in my neck.
The infuriating woman had crawled under my skin, and I wanted to fuck her more than I needed my next breath. I’d never felt so aroused and wild as I spread her thighs wider. Kissing the slopes of her breasts, I dragged my thumbs up her inner thighs. The heat from her core became more noticeable the closer I got to her center.
Kennedy released a shuddering breath as she held onto my shoulders. “F... Ye—son of a bitch.” Her words were a mess as I slid my tongue between her breasts. I passed the hem of her shorts, and she rubbed herself on my aching dick.
“I’m going to touch you,” I muttered against her skin.
“Yes, please.”
