Page 84 of Not That Ridiculous

“Wow,” he said, his voice deep and throbbing with satisfaction.

“Wow indeed,” I said, holding him to me.

His stomach rumbled and I started to shake with laughter.

Kevin sighed, then joined in. We stood there giggling like idiots for a full minute before he peeled himself off me. His cheeks were still pink, and so was the tip of his nose. His expression was soft and happy. He bit his lip. “Sorry,” he said. “God, I made a real mess of you, didn’t I?” He held my hips and pushed his upper body back to look down between us. “Oh.”

Yeah, he wasn’t the only one who’d made a mess.

Luckily, he seemed thrilled at the sight of it. “You got it all over me!” he said, delighted. “I didn’t hear you, Charlie!”

“I’m not surprised. You were making enough noise to wake the dead. You wouldn’t have heard a helicopter landing in the back garden.”

He grinned. “I can get a bit loud.”

“A bit? I might need to invest in ear defenders.” Because noise-cancelling headphones wouldn’t cut it. If they couldn’t muffle the sound of Kevin and Ali ripping out the old door when I was all the way on the other side of the house in the kitchen, they wouldn’t have a chance against Kevin’s thrilling moans from mere inches away.

“Mmm, that’d be sexy. You, buck naked apart from a big pair of ear defenders while I take you from behind. I’ve got a pair you can borrow. They’re rated for use in a mine or on a nuclear submarine. You wouldn’t be able to hear a thing. All you’d be able to do is feel.”

My lips parted. Me, naked in ear defenders, was not what I’d call an arousing image.

Interesting, though.

His stomach rumbled again. He didn’t mention the macaroni cheese currently cooling three feet away from him. He didn’t even look at it. He was still busy looking at me.

“Was that all right?” he asked. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t what I’d planned at all.”

“It was wonderful.”

“Yeah? Good. I wanted to take you tenderly in a bed and be a gentleman about it, not jerk off all over you before we even got to dinner.”

Something told me that whatever his intentions might be at the outset, Kevin wasn’t ever what you could call a gentleman in bed. Bossy, demanding and relentless, yes. Gentleman, no.

“Never mind,” he said. “We can do that in a minute.”

“It might take me more than a minute to recover,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. I didn’t mean an actual minute. I meant, like, ten.”

His stomach groaned again.

My eyes widened a fraction. “Don’t you want to eat first? Hydrate?” He’d been to the gym, he’d hung a door, helped a friend take a load to the tip, wanked three times, and came on my stomach.

I was exhausted and wrung out just thinking about it.

And if he was this sexually intense after all of that physical exertion, what in god’s name would he be like if he hadn’t burned some energy off first? I swallowed hard. Possibly more than I could handle.

But…I’d give it a go.

He looked down at himself. It was hard to say which one of us looked more debauched—me with my jeans around my ankles and t-shirt still tucked under my arms or Kevin, healthily flushed and sweet-faced in his tidy date outfit, which had been ruined by the not-insignificant amount of come on it.

Not hard, actually. It was definitely the half-bare hussy, meaning me.

Kevin seemed to be enjoying the view, at any rate. He stroked up and down my sides lazily, absently. He smoothed a palm over my stomach and rubbed?—

“Nope.” I twisted away.

His lips hitched at one side and his eyes heated.

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