Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 19091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Shit.
“Just getting some more supplies for the wife before we shelter in for Christmas. Thankfully, our daughter and grandkids arrived yesterday, or they’d never have made it up here.”
I nodded at him as I strode toward my car. “Merry Christmas.”
“To you too!” he called as I picked up my pace.
It was bad enough that this was my first Christmas without Michael in ten years and the house felt horribly lonely without him, but now I was about to do something I knew could break me.
Driving toward the caravan park where Kenna stayed, I cursed myself for going to her, even as I cursed myself for allowing her to stay in that damn caravan over the winter. Fear had kept my mouth shut. Fear of what I’d do if I let her close. And I had a right to worry about my actions after what happened on Halloween …
Three months earlier
Halloween
I’d asked Kenna to stay and watch a movie or two with me. The thought of sending her home after her crying jag didn’t sit right. Moreover, it didn’t seem like her flat with her cousin Una was much of a home.
It truly was an innocent suggestion. We settled on the couch, snacks on the coffee table, and she’d told me a bit more about her parents and how close she’d been to them. I could fully empathize. The hardest thing I’d ever done was hold myself together for Michael after my dad died. All I’d wanted to do was fall apart. But I couldn’t.
Soon Kenna’s spirits seemed lifted. As if merely by talking about her parents and letting it all out, a huge weight had eased from her. That made me feel good, and my guard lowered. We chose a comedy, and I loved the sound of Kenna’s laugh. Anytime something funny happened, we both looked at each other as we chuckled to see if the other found it funny, happy to discover that we laughed at all the same parts and groaned at all the jokes we felt fell flat.
Afterward, reluctant to lose her, I suggested we watch another movie. It was getting late, but I intended to offer for Kenna to sleep in Michael’s bed so she didn’t have to drive home in the dark. Kenna agreed easily to another movie.
We didn’t know what to watch, so we ended up picking a new psychological thriller that sounded good.
Unfortunately, it was an erotic thriller.
A very graphic erotic thriller.
I tried to ignore my reaction to the sex scenes and why my reactions were heightened by the beautiful, kind brunette at my side. But when I snuck a glance at her out of the corner of my eye and saw her breasts heaving with her shallow breaths, desire struck me hard.
Her fingers were curled on her knees, her cheeks rosy pink.
“Kenna,” I half groaned, half whispered as the sexy moans and whimpers of the couple in the movie played in the background.
Kenna’s gorgeous gaze flew to meet mine. Whatever she saw in my expression made her reach out with a trembling hand. She placed it on my thigh and slowly moved it up, caressing me. Blood thickened my cock and it strained to break free of my trousers. Her hand had almost reached my dick when I grabbed it tightly in mine.
All rational thought had fled south.
I tugged on her wrist, yanking her against me, heat flushing across my skin at the sound of her excited gasp. A noise I swallowed in my kiss as I slid my palm beneath her hair to grip her slender nape. My kiss was voracious, and she met it with equal ferocity.
The taste of her. Fuck, the taste of Kenna Smith was unbelievable. It was right.
Her fingers sank into my hair as her whole body melted into me, and I tugged her over so she straddled my lap.
Months of pent-up sexual tension, and this was the explosion.
My skin burned and my nerve endings sparked and I was desperate to be inside her. Kenna’s fingers flexed in my hair as she moaned into my mouth. My arms tightened around her waist, drawing her closer. Her breasts crushed against me, the kiss changing from passionate to pure sex. It was suddenly biting and wet, our tongues tangling and licking and learning every inch of each other’s mouths.
It wasn’t enough.
I squeezed her perfect arse and pushed her down on my lap so my hard-on rubbed her directly between the legs, but there was too much fabric between us. She whimpered, rubbing harder, seeking the friction, riding me until our mouths parted in brief increments to catch our breaths.
With a growl of impatience, I tugged her thin sweater off and Kenna raised her arms, our movements hurried and frantic as I divested her of the top and then her lacy white bra. Her small, gorgeous tits bounced with the movement.