Page 71 of Play Your Part

“What?”

I nodded to her still drumming fingers, which immediately put a stop to the motion.

“I’m not nervous. What would I have to be nervous about?”

“I don’t know,” I said, overenunciating the words. “You know what happens in the show. It couldn’t be because we’ll be alone again.”

Kennedy laughed, giving me the sound of pure joy I loved. “Someone is mighty full of himself.”

But as she pulled up in front of her house, her laughter ebbed, and she hit me with a look full of heat, her gaze roaming from my face to my lap. She unbuckled her seat belt before inching her dress up to midthigh. My eyes tracked her movements, drawn to the smooth creamy skin on display before me. Without a word, she swung one leg over the console, creating enough momentum to propel her entire body into my lap. She flushed at her clumsy movement, maybe at the boldness to surprise me like this. I pushed her hair over her shoulders before settling my hands on her hips.

“I told you I wasn’t nervous,” she whispered, those big brown eyes snaring me. She rolled her hips, pulling us closer and eliciting a groan from me. Her eyes widened at discovering exactly how much my body craved her, hard for her in moments.

“I can see that.” I scanned the length of her, from her flushed, wild-eyed gaze to where she straddled my waist. Not making a move took a ridiculous amount of self-control, but I wanted to see what she would do next.

Her parted lips remained inches from mine as she exhaled, long and slow. “I’ve been wanting to do this for hours,” she said, finally placing a hand on each side of my jaw and closing the space between our lips.

I kept my mouth still, allowing her to kiss my top lip first before moving to suck my bottom. When she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue against mine, I lost my grip on self-control. She moaned into my mouth when I moved my tongue against hers, ratcheting up our pace.

Everything after that became frantic movements. The desperate slide of our lips, over and over, her fingers pulling at strands of my hair, my hands tracing her thighs beneath her dress, her hips bucking into me, making it impossible for me to think at all.

Time became meaningless.

“Alexei.” Kennedy pulled back just enough to separate our lips. Her words came between panting breaths. “I want you now.” Her shaking hands fumbled with my belt, the clanking sound reverberating in the silent car.

I placed my hands over hers to still the movement.

“What? Do you not—”

“How can you ask that?” I said, moving her hands slightly south. A move I regretted because it made it that much more difficult to exercise restraint. “But not here.”

She glanced around the car, as if suddenly remembering we were parked on a public street where anyone could stumble upon us. “Right. Sorry. I got… carried away.”

I laughed, tipping her chin so she could meet my stare. “Never apologize for coming on to me. Ever.”

Kennedy climbed off my lap onto the driver’s side of the car.

“Are you worried people might see you parked in front of my house?” I asked, wondering why she parked here instead of at my place, which was where I assumed we were headed. Matt and Gemma would be home any minute, and I had no desire to talk to them about whatever was buzzing between Kennedy and me.

“No, but I figured…” She trailed off, fiddling with the keys hanging from the ignition. “I didn’t want to be in the way…” She smiled shyly.

Tomorrow morning when I leave for practice. She planned to stay the night, not bolt like last time or sneak out after I fell asleep.

“Now who’s mighty full of herself?”

“I hate you,” she groaned.

“You know, I won’t believe those words from you ever again.”

“Why, because I pounced on you?” She rolled her eyes, facing me to make sure I saw it. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“No, not only that.” I reached out to rest my hand on her arm, a gesture to get her to look at me. “This entire night… I don’t talk to other people like I talk to you. I don’tsharewith anyone. And I don’t think you do either.”

You lit up when people acknowledged our relationship.

You rested your head against my shoulder while we danced.

You came home with me.

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