“My hair is down right now.”
He laughed, which only made her so incredibly aware of the fact that he was hard and pressing exactly where she needed him. A little more friction, a little more kissing… God, she could orgasm just like this. Kendall pressed her lips together, not sure whether that was tempting or horrifying. Maybe a little of both.
“I have a question.”
She lifted her head. “Okay.”
“When’s the last time you came with another person?”
It took her desire-saturated mind several long moments to decipher his words. She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened again. The truth and a lie hovered on the tip of her tongue, battling each other for the right to be voiced. Kendall finally licked her lips. “Why?”
“You’re telling me that you can’t do this, but you want to.” His voice had gained a rasping edge, the faintest hint of an accent she was too twisted up to pinpoint. “And you’re rubbing against me like you’re half a second from orgasming.”
To her horror, she realized he was right. While she’d been battling with herself, her body hadn’t quite got the memo. She forced her hips still, forced herself to stop humping him like some kind of animal. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”
Then why did it feel like she should? She cleared her throat. “I don’t do this.”
“I kind of figured that out all on my own.” He wasn’t quite laughing at her, but amusement colored his words. “Do you want me to let you down, Kendall?”
Yes. No.
For her entire life, her rational brain had ruled with an iron fist. First, because Kendall’s grandmother had enough to deal with trying to wrangle Marley through school without getting arrested or pregnant. Because Kendall didn’t want to disappoint Gretchen with her high standards and easy happiness. Then in college because she was the reliable one, the one who always took care of the people around her. And then… It just became habit.
Kendall didn’t lose herself because she could never escape the little voice in her head saying she had to be the responsible one, the person to hold it all together, because her parents were gone and someone had to fill that void. It didn’t matter that she avoided going home to Ruby Creek since her grandmother’s funeral, since she couldn’t stand the thought of walking those streets that housed so many ghosts, both living and dead.
“Kendall?”
“Don’t stop.” She wasn’t sure where the surge of wildness came from, the sheer desperation to experience something that colored outside her lines. Just with him. Just once. Just right now. She wrapped her legs more firmly around his waist. “Please, Alex. Don’t stop.”
He hesitated for the space of a heartbeat as if he knew she planned to use him to escape something internal. “Fuck,” he breathed.
And then his mouth was on hers again. This time, he didn’t go slow and soft. He kissed her like he wanted to memorize her, like he’d never get another chance. She wasn’t sure he was wrong. This moment was for tonight alone, one of the rare times when her body overrode her mind. In the light of the morning, she would regret this. She didn’t care. Nothing could derail this runaway train. Not tonight. Kendall clutched his shirt, pulling him closer yet. She needed. God, how she needed.
Alex ran his hands from her hips to her ass and down to her thighs. He took her weight completely, spreading her a little more so he had full control. He rolled his hips, rubbing his cock against her center. Pleasure sparked through her, gathering with each long drag of him. She moaned against his lips. She couldn’t help it. If he just kept doing that, she would burst apart at the seams. So close…
He didn’t stop. He kept kissing her like he’d never get enough of this, and driving her inch by inch toward an orgasm that rolled over her like a tidal wave. It sucked her down, down, down, and she was vaguely away of shuddering and clinging to him and Alex pressing tightly against her again, letting her ride him and the aftershocks in turn.
Reality slammed into her the second her feet touched the deck. Oh god, what did I just do?
Alex saw that, too. He watched her scuttle back from him and gave a grim smile. The fact she could see her lipstick smeared across his mouth only made her feel worse. She shrugged out of his jacket and all but threw it at him. “I have to go.”
“You should try to turn that big beautiful brain of yours off from time to time. You enjoy the hell out of yourself when you do.”
She couldn’t quite dredge up the energy to argue with him, not when her body still sang from that orgasm. Especially not when she ached for more. If she let this keep going, would he take her back to his cabin? Would he undress her with that confident, steady way of his and lay her down on his bed and…