Page 23 of Curves and Cradles

“Aw, Janie. Do you need a better goodnight kiss?”

“Your end-of-the-date kisses usually go better?” I ask, knowing I’m playing a dangerous game.

“I’ve never licked a woman’s cheek. At least not the one on her face.” He leans forward and puts his hands on my face, cradling me. His blue eyes bore into me, stealing my breath. He licks his lips.

I smile.

“That smile, baby. You have no idea what that smile of yours does to me.” Then he lowers his mouth to mine. Soft and sweet, as if he has all the time in the world, his lips move across mine.

chapterfifteen

Kevin

I kiss Jane. I’m rock-hard and more than ready to pull her into my lap, but I don’t want to scare her away. I deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth and tilting her head where I want it. Her tongue sweeps against mine, and things shift from tentative to hungry.

She moves to straddle me and rubs herself against my erection.

“I want you, Janie. I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you.” I kiss down her throat to the sensitive place at her collarbone.

“Take me to bed, Kevin,” she says, arching into me.

I lift her as I stand, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My eyes search hers, the gray coloring nearly swallowed by the black of her pupil. “Sure?”

“Yes. I’m a mom first. Always. But with you, I feel like a woman. Tonight, I need that.”

I walk us to her bedroom and shut the door. “Take your clothes off,” I tell her as I let her slide down my body.

I tug my shirt over my head and strip off my jeans, boxers, and socks until I stand in front of her naked. I wrap a hand around my hard cock and give it a tug. “I wanna take my time with you.”

Make love to you.

But I can’t say that. Hell, I don’t even know what love is.

Her eyes slide down my body, and I feel it as strongly as if she’s touched me. She unbuttons her shirt and it slips off her shoulders, leaving her in a pale-yellow bra. Her jeans are next, followed by her underwear, and then she’s naked. Gloriously naked. I drink in the sight of her body. Her curves are more pronounced than I remember—her breasts fuller, her hips rounder, and a gentle slope to her belly.

She swallows. “I’m not as thin as I was before I had Stella.”

“No, you’re curvier, and it’s delicious.” I move to her and weigh her breasts in my hands. “So, fucking sexy. I’ve always loved your tits. So responsive. These nipples”—my thumbs scrape across both hard points—“delicious.” I lower my head and suck one into my mouth, then the other.

She lifts my head. “I want to do something.” Her tongue peeks out, and she licks her lips. She grips my cock and strokes upward.

I hiss a breath through my teeth. “Whatever you want to do, baby, I’m all yours.” I mean that in more ways than one, but now isn’t the time to say it. She’s still skittish about us, and I don’t want to do anything to put a stop to this.

“Lie down.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I move to the center of her bed and sprawl out. She stares at my feet and crawls up my body, running her hands up my legs as she goes. Her eyes are hooded and so heavy with lust I could come just from looking at her. She bends her head and licks up my shaft.

“Fuck, Janie.”

Her lips wrap around my cock, and she sucks hard. “I can’t fit you all the way in my mouth,” she says, swirling her tongue around the tip.

I grab her by the armpits. “C’mere. I have a better idea.”

“But I want—”

“And you can, but come here.”

She crawls up my body.

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