Page 72 of Destined for Him


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“I’ll come with you,” I tell him, not caring how needy I sound.

Kevin looks dubious, but he shrugs.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” I say, staring back out the window.

I don’t want to be alone, the trauma of Tommy still creeping over me like a second skin.

It’s crazy because he wouldn’t dare show up at Kevin’s house unless he had a death wish, but still.

I don’t want to be alone.

We make it to the store before it closes, and my heart drops when I see Finlay’s car in the parking lot.

No. I don’t need this right now.

Finlay is in the driving seat, eyeballing me as I leave Kevin’s truck. My boots crunch on the gravel, and I suck in a shaky breath.

What will Finlay do? What will he say?

Kevin rounds the truck like a bear, his gaze burning into Finlay’s before he finally turns his attention to me.

“You alright?” He asks gruffly, staring down at me in a way that only he can.

His jaw clenches as he shoots a look at Finlay, but I cup his cheek and turn his face to mine.

He still takes my breath away.

My heart races beneath his concerned gaze, and when I stroke his stubbly skin, he relaxes ever so slightly.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, giving him a small smile. “I’m with you.”

He dips his head and presses his lips to mine with an intensity that makes me dizzy. My mouth opens, granting his impatient tongue access. It’s like he’s taking my breath away with every roll of his tongue, the slant of his lips perfect over mine.

My skin tingles as he holds me close, and I forget all about Finlay.

We break apart, but he stays close, stroking my cheeks with both thumbs. He studies me like he’s never seen me before, and fuck, I’ve never felt so special.

“Stunning. Inside and out,” Kevin murmurs, kissing me lightly on the mouth before he takes my hand. “Don’t even think about that little shit.”

A wry smile plays on my lips as I follow him, ducking my head.

“What little shit?” I ask innocently, trying to keep up with his strides. My hand looks lost in his, but he holds it gently like I’m dainty.

Kevin turns to stare at Finlay’s car, but Finlay keeps his head down, refusing to look at us.

Odd. That’s not like Finlay.

My heart slows a little at his submissive behavior, and I allow Kevin to pull me into his arms as we walk into the store.

“Grab a cart. I’m starving,” Kevin says with a wink, his eyes trailing over me. “For more than food, but, you know.”

My pussy fucking flutters at his words.Flutters.

And I want him to bend me over the fucking freezer. On the other hand, he’s been nothing but a gentleman since we left the hospital, and he didn’t leave my side when I returned to Tommy’s house to pick up my things, behaving like my shadow the entire time.Not that Tommy was there—the police had him in custody.

I love this side of Kevin, the side I always wanted but didn’t know if it existed.

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