Page 95 of The Sweetest Devotion

Kenny. He’d called me Kenny in such a way I wasn’t surprised at the goose bumps sprouting across my skin.

“I didn’t want to get your bed dirty,” I reasoned.

“So you get my floor dirty instead?”

Peeking one eye open, I nodded at him. “Uh-huh.”

He tried to hide his smile, but failed. In another moment, he was crouching down, flipping me over onto my back and taking off my shoes and socks. Next, he was undoing my overall straps. He pulled them from my body before reaching out and picking me up as if I weighed nothing. I didn’t mind at all as he carried me over to his attached bathroom.

Inside he set me on the counter and tapped my arm, indicating for me to raise my arms so he could remove my thermal. I did as instructed and when I thought he’d take off my bra next, he moved on to a drawer under his counter. He procured a brush, and then a beige bandana.

“Don’t quite have a shower cap for your hair or a scarf. Unless you want a durag?” Keith asked.

I shook my head.

Keith accepted my response and quietly he began brushing back my hair, gently getting my edges and making sure every strand along the way was accounted for. He worked meticulously, and I admired him as he did so, especially when he secured my hair into a neat bun at the back of my head before tying down the bandana.

It was the most intimate thing, putting yet another crack in our fling.

When he was done with my hair, his eyes settled on mine. So serious. So mature. So…Keith.

Boldly, I reached out, running my fingers down his lips. “I like seeing you smile.”

Keith bit my fingers gently. “What else do you like about me?”

A dark fog soaked the air between us.

“Everything,” I breathed out.

“Everything?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “The sound of your voice makes me wet. Being in your arms makes me feel protected. Having you teach me makes me feel smarter.”

Keith’s eyes drifted to my lips as I spoke and mine trailed to his.

I wanted to taste his mouth. Badly.

Deep in my belly I knew it’d be addictive. Almost as addictive as it was being around him, learning him. This blue-collar man’s-man who was entirely different from what I was used to.

There on the counter in just my green lace panties and bra, I was ready to surrender my body to him.

“Teach me how to cook, please?” I blurted out.

Those arms of his trapped me as his hands came down on either side of me. He leaned in, shaking his head. “Youmake all these rules, and you’re steady breaking every one.”

I was horrible and I couldn’t deny it. I had no sense of self-control with Keith.

“I’ll pay you,” I offered.

Keith smirked. “No thanks.”

Reaching behind myself, I unclasped my bra and let it slide to the floor. Resting back on my hands, feeling my chest rise and fall with Keith’s total attention, I licked my lips. “I don’t want to take a class. I want you.”

Keith barely gazed at my breasts before his hard stare focused on mine.

“I’ll teach you everything you want to know and should know,” he said in the end.

Greedily, I perked up and grinned. “Teach me how to kiss, I’m awful.”

---