Kevin might look either cheerful or blank, but there wasalwayssomething going on between the ears.
Half the time, he was assessing every single space he was in, wondering how he could fix it, improve it, create something out of it.
The other half, he was coming up with ways to make me scream or tease me into getting what he liked to callsassywith him.
One side of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
“You’re a dick,” I said, and bolted.
3
Igot a grand total of three steps away before he was on me.
His body impacted mine, he pushed me up against the garage wall, and he flattened himself against me.
“Oof,” I said, bumping my nose on the bricks.
He slid a hand around my throat and gently pulled my head back, even as he ducked down and very muchnotgently bit the side of my neck.
“Kevin,” I complained.
He humped against me, then grabbed my arms and brought them up, placing my hands at head height. “Brace yourself,” he said.
“Wow. Brace yourself? You’ve really been working on that sexy dirty talk. All that porn watching is finally paying off.”
“You love my dirty talk.”
I was on the fence about his dirty talk. Actually, I wasn’t. It was terrible but dear lord, it got me hot. Every time. I never knew if I wanted to exit the conversation or goad him into more, but either way, it had me squirming in seconds, which I suppose was the whole point.
He banged his hips into my arse and I bounced off the bricks.
“I told you to brace yourself,” he told me mildly, and did it again.
“Oh my god. Give me a second, will you? You’ll snap my dick off.”
“Here. Let me help.”
“Thank you, I—Kevin. That isn’t helping.”
He’d gripped my hipbones, stepped back, and hauled my backside out.
I shifted my hands on the wall to catch my balance, and by then he had me bent in half, making a ninety-degree angle with my torso and face parallel to the grimy floor.
Before I could demand he let me stand up, and then demand that he kiss me, he pushed my t-shirt all the way up to my armpits and ran his hands up my back (I couldn’t help arching into it) to squeeze around my ribs before dragging them back down.
Then he got to work on my button and zip.
I watched his long fingers expertly open my shorts, held my breath as he sensuously palmed me through my boxers, and was on the cusp of an encouraging moan and maybe a little push into it for extra encouragement when something rustled in the corner of the garage, bringing me sharply back to where we were.
In the garage.
With the mice.
Which Kevin had practicallytouched.
I twisted away and stumbled forwards. I didn’t have much room to manoeuvre, since the wall was right there, but I had enough to yank my shorts closed, put my back to the wall, and put my hand on Kevin’s chest.
He immediately grasped my wrist and held it in place as he stepped into me again, mashing me against the bricks.
