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There’s nothing cold about Kenna. She’s warm and bubbly and exactly what my children have been needing in their lives.
Part of me thinks she’s whatI’vebeen needing, too.
The wine must be going to my head. I turn to put up the wine bottle just as Kenna has picked it up to pour herself another glass, and our fingers brush against each other.
She looks up at me, her mouth open and slightly pouted.
“Derek,” she says in a low tone.
“Yes?” I respond, trying not to look at that mouth of hers.
“What if I wanted you to kiss me again?” she leans toward me.
I could say no. Ishouldsay no and let her down easy, tell her that we have to be professional because of the kids. If I was a good man, that’s what I would do.
I’m not a good man.
I tilt my head down just slightly and brush my mouth against hers, not deeply like the other day, but just softly. Kenna moans and leans forward, though, wrapping her arms around my neck, and the wine bottle clatters into the sink. It’s probably spilling down the drain, but I couldn’t care less.
She presses her mouth against mine, deepening the kiss, and I finally cup her face in my hands and pull her away.
“Kenna, if we don’t stop now…” I warn.
“I don’t want to stop,” she murmurs, and I should stop anyway. I should push her away and tell her that this isn’t right, that I’m too old and my heart is too worn, too broken. I should tell her to stop, but instead, I lift her small frame onto the kitchen counter.
She stares at me with her blue eyes half-lidded and I lick my lips when she places her hands on my chest.
There’s a lot of things I should be doing right now, but for the first time in a really long time, I’m doing what I want. Not what’s best for the kids, not what will protect my heart, not what’s best for my career.
Just what I want.
I’m already lost in her bright blue eyes, and I'll deal with the consequences when they come.
8
KENNA
We don’t make it to the stairs. Derek picks me up, kissing me as he walks to the living room, and he lies me down on the big wraparound couch. He tugs off my shorts and I squeak in surprise but I cannot stop smiling.
This is what I’ve always wanted. When I thought about my first time, I didn’t think about roses and candlelight. I want someone who just cannotwaitto have me, someone who wants me so bad they can’t think straight, and that’s exactly what Derek is giving me.
It’s perfect.
My heart is hammering against my chest plate but I’m not afraid, just excited. Every touch of his skin makes me feel like I’m going to explode, something pulling in my lower stomach that I’ve never quite felt before.
Derek takes more time taking off my panties, kissing along my knee and my calf as he pulls them off, and then looking down hungrily between my spread legs. I blush, a little worried because I haven’t shaved – I had no idea that a glass of wine would go this way, but I’m glad that I had one, otherwise I’d probably be so nervous I couldn’t stand myself.
He doesn’t seem to care that I’m unshaven, hooking my knees on his shoulders and pressing his face against my bare sex while I clap my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs against my inner thigh. “Like honey.” I catch his gaze before he dives back in and the flat of his tongue drags across that sensitive spot and my hips buck involuntarily. No one has ever touched me like this before. I haven’t even touchedmyselflike this before, not really. It all seems like too much and I’m panting after just a few moments, not knowing what to expect.
There’s something building in my lower abdomen, making me feel more and more giddy, lightheaded from more than just the wine, and Derek moans against me before lifting his face to look at me.
He sits up on his knees in between my legs and I look down at his crotch, unable to help myself. I’ve never seen him with his shirt off and suddenly I want to, reaching up and tugging at the hem of it with a pout.
Derek chuckles and takes it off, grabbing it with one hand and pulling it over his head to toss on the floor.
His chest is broad and sprinkled with blond hair. He’s clearly a natural blond, not that I had doubted it. His skin is tight all over, a six-pack abdomen that I run my hand across, nearly unable to believe that I’m in this position with such a good-looking man.
