Page 79 of The Hookup
She brought her knees up, opening up, letting him sink balls-deep inside her, making her moan in ecstasy. They came together, a tangled mess of heat and sweat, of hearts beating furiously.
Later, as they lay in bed, on their sides, his chest against her back, and holding her, she felt special. For one foolish night, she pretended that this was where she belonged.
Chapter 25
She could give a man a hard-on in a stiff breeze.
Kay’s back was turned to him when he opened the door, and a puff of steam rose past him. She spun around. Rivulets of water trickling down her hair and shoulders. “I didn’t want to wake you. I hope you don’t mind me using the shower—”
Seriously?“Why would I mind you using the shower?” He pressed his lips together, contemplating her words. “Am I that much of a monster?”
“I wasn’t sure, that’s all.”
“Do you mind?” she said, covering herself with her hands as best as she could.
“I’ve seen everything, no point in hiding it.”
“You have, haven’t you?” she replied, letting her hands slip to her sides so that he could see everything. Yes, she could definitely give a man a hard-on in a stiff breeze. He’d made love to her last night. It hadn’t only been pure animal rutting; he’d experienced something deeper, more fulfilling. And waking up with her had been just about the best thing. It sure beat waking up alone.
He rubbed the back of his neck, contemplating the turn of events. The whole goddamn tsunami of events that had happened this weekend. If he didn’t watch himself, he was going to get hurt. He had become so adept at placing women and relationships on the periphery of his daily life, far removed from his life goals and dreams, that Kay’s effect on him, her ability to make him sit up and take notice, was troubling.
For her, he had a craving the likes of which he hadn’t known in years. This weekend he’d allowed himself the indulgence of enjoying her without thinking too much.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“I don’t remember us sleeping much.”
He couldn’t help but smile at that. “No.”Hehad slept well, though. Maybe it was something to do with her being there, next to him. Her body warm, and soft, and comforting.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his compliment slipping out unchecked, because she was, and because he felt something for her. He looked at her, staring right into her eyes. It had been another lifetime ago that he’d felt this close to someone. Sex had served a need, but this woman filled something deeper than that. It unsettled him, as much as it anchored him.
“Do you mind!” she cried, half-laughing as she tried to cover her breasts, ignoring his compliment. If she was as shocked by his compliment, as he had been to say it, she hid it well. He didn’t say these things to women. He had learned to keep his thoughts to himself, just like he had learned to push the good ones away.
“No, and neither should you,” he said, staring right into her eyes. “Youarebeautiful, inside and out. I guess I’m lucky I met you.”
It was an awkward moment, one in which he had dared to be bare and transparent with her. She looked as if she didn’t know how to respond, and so she turned to the side, lifting her hands to her hair as the water ran down it.
“I’m making coffee.” This was another first for him in a long time, having someone stay the night. After yesterday, seeing the family after so many years, having Kay over had been his salvation. “Did you want some?”
“You’re asking me to stay for breakfast?” Her mocking tone was hard to miss, even over the sound of the shower running.
“Not breakfast, just coffee,” he replied, jokingly.
“I thought so.”
“I’m kidding. What will you have for breakfast?”
That simple question seemed to have stumped her. “Just coffee.”
“Or we could go out and get something?” he suggested. His goddamn neck was still sore, and he’d have to pop a couple of pills, but still, having her around for breakfast was better than having breakfast alone.
“I have to go to work.”
He blinked, slowly, trying to decipher if this was her way of backing off. “It’s Saturday.”
“I know, but I have to go in. There’ll be lots for me to catch up on.”
“Just because you took one day off?”
