“What do you think?” he asked. His perfect mouth spread into a wide grin, revealing equally perfect teeth.
Her first instinct was to lash out. So she did. “I don’t remember asking to play tonsil-hockey, you creep.”
“If you want me to show you my hat trick, just say the word.” He leaned back down as if trying to make good on his promise.
Wasn’t she supposed to be mad at him? She couldn’t remember why though. Her eyes were riveted by the lips coming towards her. Delicious. Forbidden. And coming closer. Despite all the reasons she knew she shouldn’t let him kiss her…she did.
This time the kiss wasn’t innocent or sweet or slow. She urged herself to push away, but she couldn’t. He kissed with reckless abandon, massaging the sides of her breasts simultaneously. Heat pooled in her belly.
This was not going the way she planned. Did she ever have a plan? He had controlled the entire interaction from the moment he found her asleep in the library. If she didn’t break away now, she would fall even further under his wicked tongue’s spell.
She pushed at his chest. “Too much. Too fast.”
Gentleman that he was, he immediately backed off. They sat next to each other on the couch both trying to catch their breaths.
Luke ran a hand a through his hair. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to take it this far. I only wanted a taste.”
What he got was more like a Thanksgiving feast. One minute she was dreaming. The next, she was trying to eat his face. He sought her out and amped up her horniness to unbearable levels. Jumping his bones was inevitable.
“I have to be losing my mind. What the hell are we doing here?” She started playing with her long curly hair and tapping out nervous energy with her foot.
She watched him toy with the edge of her sweatshirt. They stared into each other’s eyes, each waiting for the other to speak.
He broke the silence. “We’re sitting on a couch trying not to rip each other’s clothes off.”
Her traitorous pussy perked up at that. Kennedy sighed in frustration. “No, I mean, how are we here? Why are we here together, in this cabin?”
“My cousin suggested it to me. I thought it was a good idea. You?”
“My best friend. The money was too good to turn down. I’m surprised you didn’t want to spend time with your family. Your dad still around and kickin?”
Kennedy felt Luke’s entire body tense up. Something passed over his facial expression in that moment. Pain. Or hurt. Kennedy never bothered to ask about his family dynamic when they were in school. What kind of family problems could he possibly have? His daddy was loaded.
“Yeah, he’s around. We don’t see each other much though. Mom and Britt moved to Cali a few years back. I try and go out there a few times a year.” His voice was gravelly, and his eyes were hardened.
Luke picked up the book that had fallen on the floor. The same book that had promptly put her into a deep sleep. It was a Victorian romance. Rarely did she have time to read something besides intellectual property case law, so it was a welcome reprieve. Luke thumbed open the book to a random chapter.
“What were you reading anyway?”
“Victorian romance. My favorite guilty pleasure.”
He gave the book back to her. She watched him delicately place her feet in his lap, slowly massaging each toe. She allowed it and relaxed into him. He rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
He snickered. “The barracuda is a sucker for love? Can’t believe that.”
Kennedy cast a sideways glance at him as he massaged her skin. No way in hell was she going to turn down a second massage in one day.
He moved his deft fingers to her ankle, lovingly stroking her skin. She let him work his magic. There wasn’t a hint of sexual intent as he worked the muscles in her calves. Oddly, that turned her on even more.
She took advantage of the serious moment to ask a serious question. “You think it’s possible to understand love when you’ve never really seen it before?”
She was thinking of her own fucked up parental units. Kennedy’s mother had gotten knocked up by a random jazz pianist that only stuck around for a few months after she was born. Never heard from him again. And her mother never recovered, bouncing from one bad relationship to the next. Thank goodness Kennedy never bounced with her. Abuelita made sure of that.
“What, you mean, like actually falling in love?”
She nodded. “I mean, if someone had shitty examples of relationships all around them, how could they possibly fall in love?”
“Clueless dopes fall in love every day,” he answered.
“But do they stay in love? The real-deal Holyfield kind of love? Not in my experience.”
“You got me there. In my career, it obviously hasn’t been my experience either.”
“What about love at first sight?” she asked him.
His fingers were lulling her into a trance. Her legs felt like jelly and she prayed that he wouldn’t stop. He kept his eyes closed as he touched her. She took the opportunity to drink him in.
Luke shifted her legs underneath his hands. “What about it?” he asked.
“Do you believe in it?”
He stopped moving his hands for second as he thought about his answer. “Not exactly. But I do believe in love at first kiss.”
That surprised her. He didn’t seem the type. “Really?”
“Really. There was this girl. It was a while ago. I knew within seconds of wrapping her lips around mine for the first time that my life had changed forever. A second was all it took for me to fall for her,” he said as his eyes popped open to gaze into hers.
Jealousy wasn’t an emotion she had much experience with. Most of the men she messed around with weren’t worth the effort. But Luke Simon was full of surprises.
His vulnerable admission made her remember just why she had felt so comfortable with him all those years ago. Her heart beat a little faster as she wondered who this mystery woman was.
“That’s quite poetic, Lu. You make it sound so simple yet, so exquisitely innate.”
“That is how it’s meant to feel, Kenn.”
Remembering their passionate make-out session, she flushed. Her heart was doing strange things. It was…feeling. She had worked hard to bury her emotions but tonight, Luke was rapidly undoing every protective barrier she had ever built to keep him out.
When had he become such a romantic? She thought back to law school. Always. She had just ignored the fact.
Or tried to at least.
Chapter 13
“You always were a book nerd. Sometimes I thought you liked books more than you liked people,” he teased.
She chuckled. “That was an accurate assessment then, and it still holds up today. Present company included.”
“Back to being rude again, I see.”
Rolling her eyes, she tried to shove him off the couch. “Not rude, just direct.”
“Maybe I want in on the fun. Entertain me. Read for me.”
What the hell did she look like? She read to herself for fun, not to ex-lovers for free. “What am I, your teacher?” she sneered.
He bit his lower lip. “Your read my mind exactly. I’ve always wanted to role-play the rebellious student.”
She rolled her eyes. “Give me a break.”
“Just indulge me.”
She stared at him for a moment before conceding.
“Fine,” she said, opening the book and preparing to read.
“No, that won’t work. Stand up,” he said, pulling her up from the couch into the middle of the room. “Shake out those beautiful curls.” He ran his fingers through her curls, stroking her scalp. Her pussy clenched, demanding some attention. “Whatever you do, don’t stop reading.”
“Or what?”
“Or…the student will become the teacher and where I come from, corporal punishment is quite legal.” And with that he swatted the meaty part of her ass that was peeking out of her long sweatshirt.
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p; “You little shit.”
Kennedy started reading but quickly lost her concentration when he stood behind her. He grabbed her hips to mold her back to his front. They fit together like key and lock.
And wouldn’t you know it, his key was definitely large if the python jabbing into her back was any indication.
He grunted then spoke with a gravelly tone, “Did I tell you to stop?”
She hesitated to respond for just a second too long. Luke’s hands were skimming the sides of her breasts, slowly making circles as the heat of his fingers pierced through her shirt and bra. Each touch was measured and controlled, skilled in a way that left her yearning for more.
She swallowed her rebuttal and kept reading.
Long fingers, corded with blue veins, were restless. His fingers crept to the front of her breasts. Index fingers traced lazy circles around her areolas.
The letters blurred together, yet her mouth continued to form words. If you paid her a million dollars, Kennedy wouldn’t have been able to recall one single sentence she’d read out loud.
With the front of his pants pressing into the thin fabric of her sweatshirt, she didn’t dare move. Not even an inch. She was stuck in place as his warm body held her captive. His slow exhales warmed her neck as he nuzzled her collar bone.
He nipped at her neck. “God, I love how you speak. You could be reading an Arby’s menu and make it sound sexy.”
She shivered. “Why are you making me read?”
He nipped at her neck again, this time soothing it with dozens of featherlight kisses. “Your voice. So damn sexy.”
Scoffing, she tried to escape his hold. “Flirt with me, but don’t lie to me.”
She expected her sharp words to dampen the mood. He’d drop his hands and back away. They’d end this strange charade and retreat to their separate rooms.
But his hands didn’t stop.
Instead, his mouth was still near her throat, and his cock was warming up her backside through his pants. She sent up a silent curse. Why couldn’t she have just worn pants like a normal, sane person?
“I’d never lie to you. I’ve waited years to hear your voice again. I missed it. I missed–” he stopped himself. “Didn’t you notice that I always made you repeat your opening and closing statements when we practiced for mock trial?”
She shuddered slightly. “I thought you just wanted me to practice more.”
He chuckled. “Your voice is one of my favorite sounds. Sweet but articulate. Sharp and sensual. The way your lips and mouth form letters and words…I swear, when you speak, it sounds like honeyed prose on a summer day.”
How was she supposed to respond to that?
The friction of his erection rubbing against her ass lulled her into a trance. Just a gentle thrust paired with a slight tug at her nipple. Instantly, her whole body woke up. She felt his cock thrusts become more insistent.
She scanned the library. “What’s your favorite book?”
“Hmm?” He sipped at the side of her neck.
“Your favorite book?”
“Easy. Anna Karenina,” he said.
Luke tugged at her heavy breasts before he dropped his hands and stepped away. A whimper slipped from her lips before she had a chance to stop it. The book she clutched to her chest was a poor replacement for his hands.
Was he done? Would he be so utterly heartless?
She was already picking out which vibrator she’d use once she made it back to her room. Her purple G Spot Vibrator. An oldie, but a goodie.
Attempting to seem unaffected she blurted out a question, “You read Tolstoy?”
Shit. He was on his knees looking up at her like she was a scoop of chocolate soft-serve that he wanted to lick off the cone.
She inhaled audibly once Luke’s hands reached the back of her calves. He massaged his way up her legs, paying special attention to her thighs. His magic fingers wreaked havoc on her libido.
“It’s a classic. I may be a brute but I’m a well-educated one.” His voice seemed unaffected.
His other hand reached for the bottom hem of her long sweatshirt, tugging it upwards. The treacherous fabric bunched at the top of her thighs and miraculously stayed put. All the while, he never let his eyes wander from hers.
She smirked. “Okay, pretty boy. Prove it.”
Her pussy purred in approval as he succeeded in pulling her panties off completely. The double-crossing scrap of cloth fluttered down to the carpet. Hell, the tiny bit of fabric wasn’t going to protect her from much anyway.
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m a little preoccupied right now, Kenn.” The bastard was genuinely annoyed that she was delaying his feast.
“My bad, I thought you could multitask.”
Did he know how badly she wanted him to touch her pussy? He couldn’t. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be moving at a snail’s pace. Her patience for his slow rediscovery of her body had evaporated. If he didn’t move faster, she’d have to take matters into her own hands.
Though she really wanted her pussy to be touched by his.
He placed a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other. Naturally, she spread her legs a little wider for easier access. Two fingers slid over her slit, gliding along her wet, velvet skin.
“‘He could not be mistaken. There were no other eyes like those in the world.’”
Anna Karenina.
Her eyes grew wide. Luke was reciting a popular passage, proving that he was indeed well-read and well-learned. He paused to slowly pry apart her sticky folds, then gently blew directly on her clit. She shivered even as her body burned from the heat of his touch.
He continued, “‘There was only one creature in the world who could concentrate for him all the brightness and meaning of life.’”
She stared at the top of his head as his fingers started to circle her clit. She clutched the book to her breasts in an attempt to excise her discomfort. Within seconds, he had established a steady rhythm. Within seconds, she thought she would explode.
“Luke–”
“‘It was she. It was Kitty,’” he concluded the passage and inhaled her.
It didn’t escape her attention that his voice growled Kitty’s name as he played with her clit. The tip of his nose was buried in her cleft as he inhaled. Ever focused, his fingers never ceased their brutal pace. He let his lips hover over her mound.
He inhaled sharply. “Peaches.”
“W-what?”
“That’s what you smell like, Kenn. Peaches.” His tongue gently lapped at her folds as her knees threatened to give out. It was too much.
She moaned into him, wanting to clutch his blonde locks but then she remembered the damn book. Whereas previous lovers had either rushed the foreplay or skipped it altogether, Luke didn’t. He took his time.
Like he had all the time in the world.
“Read for me, babe.”
“Don’t call me that,” she whispered. She hated unoriginal pet names. They were so lazy.
“You’re right. Now that I’ve tasted you, you need a nickname befitting of this delicious pussy,” he said, lightly spanking her mound.
Sitting back on his haunches, he peered into her lady-parts as if they held the world’s utmost secrets. If it had been anyone else, she would’ve begged off and chalked the entire instance up as a joke gone too far.
Being vulnerable wasn’t her jam. She wasn’t used to such scrutiny but suddenly, in this cozy library, in their little retreat away from the world, she wanted to take a chance. Take a risk.
Kennedy met his eyes, without any shame, but with an unknown impulsiveness. “Give it your best shot then. What do I taste like, Luke?”
“A rich, spicy caramel wrapped in chocolate.” he said, licking his lips. “Mi bomboncita.”
Her pussy yelled at her brain to shut the hell up and beg for more licks. Yes, more of his tongue sounded like a brilliant idea now that she thought about it. But before she could reach for him, her brain slipped in another question.
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bsp; “Tu hablas español?” she asked him.
He nodded quickly. That was new.
“Desde cuando?” She wanted to know when he’d learned since he didn’t know the language when they were at school together.
“No es importante, mi bomboncita”
My little chocolate. She could live with that nickname for a few more days. The man memorized Tolstoy, spoke Spanish, and ate her out like a champ.
I want this man all to myself. The errant thought zipped through her brain. Luke continued to caress her like she was delicate porcelain even as he ate her like a T-bone steak.
“Aren’t you supposed to be reading for me?” he asked, smacking shiny lips together.
Who could read at a time like this? His index finger burrowed inside her like it’d found a new home. He started thrusting his finger inside as his thumb rubbed her clit.
Fuck. He was strumming her clit like he owned her.
“I c-can’t think when you–,” she let out a moan that sounded like a cross between a purr and a cry. “I can’t think when you tease me.”
Smack!
Kennedy let out a slight whimper as he spanked her left ass cheek. He quickly rubbed the tender flesh with his palm. Soft and warm, one hand cupped her meaty cheek while the other hand focused on her pussy. Just as she got comfortable, he spanked her again, following it up with another soft caress.
“I didn’t ask you to think.” His lips latched on to her clit. He didn’t go slow and he wasn’t gentle. Seconds later he came up for air. “I asked you to read. Surely, a Yale educated lawyer like yourself can do that. Right?”
He was being cruel now. She wanted to tell him to take a first-class ticket to hell, but she was too busy chasing her orgasm. It was so close, but just out of reach.
She found where she’d left off at and started reading. Sputtering was more like it. She wondered what he thought about her ‘honeyed prose’ now as she read the same sentence at least ten times.
A sudden shudder racked her body and she knew it was over. She dropped the book on the rug behind her. “Fuck. What are you doing to me, Lu?” she panted.
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