Page 39 of Wrecked
"Was it hard?" Kenzie raked her fingers through her hair before tucking a few strands behind her ear.
It is now. "What?" I heard the strain in my own voice.
"Prison?"
I glanced at the window and then back at her. After a deep breath, I spoke, "I'm not gonna lie, it was. Throw a bunch of men together under normal circumstances, and they're bound to have a pissing contest so you can imagine how much worse it is when we're all living like caged animals." Jail wasn't for wimps. However, Kenzie didn't need to know all the awful things I'd seen in there. I wasn't afraid to admit that there were times where I was scared shitless.
"Brett, I'm so sorry." Was I a bastard for loving the way the blue in her eyes turned a shade darker or how they couldn't hide what she was feeling?
"It wasn't all bad," I reassured her with a smile. "I'd met Logan while I was inside, and once I got out, he'd offered me a job at the shop."
Kenzie looked to the side, and I saw her throat work down a swallow. I had no doubt that it was tears she was pushing back. "I can tell that you're a close-knit bunch."
I resisted the urge to go to her. "They're my family."
She covered her face with both her hands. "We lost so much." It was barely a whisper. "I should have known that you'd never just throw me away like that." Those baby blues were trained on me again. "You probably think I'm stupid for not realizing it was all my parents' doing." Her voice was soft and filled with so much self-doubt; it made my heart ache.
Without giving it a second thought, I crossed the room. When I stood before her, I placed my finger under her chin and tilted her head up. She kept those big eyes of hers on me, rendering me helpless to look away. "I think you are a lot of things—" I finally rasped out. "—but stupid ain't one of 'em, Sweetheart."
Her lips lifted into a dry smile. "Right." She sounded as unconvinced as she looked, and so help me, I had no other choice than to lower my mouth to hers.
My lids wanted to close at the contact, but I forced them to stay open so I could see Kenzie's reaction. She went rigid, and those eyes of hers widened to their max. I was sure she was either going to shove me or slap me.
She didn't do either.
I felt her little sigh right before her body melted into mine, and she wound her arms around my neck. A groan rumbled its way through my chest as I gave into the heaviness of my lids.
Kenzie toyed with the ends of my hair; I deepened the kiss by plunging my tongue into her mouth. I'd wanted the kiss to be sweet and romantic but years of pent-upeverythinghad me devouring her like the ravenous beast I was.
It was one of those breath-stealing, teeth-scraping kisses that almost verged on the edge of being painful. I dragged my right palm up her spine before I tangled my fingers into her hair, my left hand pressed hard into the small of her back, mashing our bodies even closer together.
With her pushed up against the counter and our bodies not even a breath apart; there was no hiding what I felt or what Ineeded.Kenzie dragged her knee along my outer thigh and rolled her hips against me; I damn near lost my mind. The needy whimpering coming from her had me grinding my hips in time with hers. I slid my hands over her ribs, brushing the sides of her breasts.
I abandoned her mouth in favor of the delicate skin below her ear. Kenzie's head fell back, and her hands slid to my biceps, her slender fingers biting into my skin. We were moving as if there were no clothes between us and I had no doubt that a few more of those intense movements would have us both done for.
My hands moved to her waist, and before she could even protest, I lifted her and parked her ass on the countertop.
Without breaking contact, I stepped between her parted thighs and kissed her with determination. Her tongue lapped and coiled, matching my every stroke with equal eagerness. She tasted of shattered dreams topped with a sprinkling of hope.
My hands slid up her legs, and my mind went to that butterfly on her skin. All I could think of doing was brushing my fingers over its intricate lines while my mouth teased the very core of her.
I didn't just want more of Kenzie, I wantedallof her.
Everything standing between us had to go, starting with her shirt. I yanked it over her head and threw it to the side. An animalistic growl, I hardly recognized, pushed from my lungs the moment my hands touched her bare skin.
Kenzie reached between us and tugged on my hem, soon my tee joined hers on the floor. Her delicate fingers brushed over my skin in an agonizingly slow way. Dragging her mouth away from mine, her head stooped, and she pressed her lips against the ink on my chest. Her breath was warm and her kisses achingly soft.
I completely lost it, shoving my hands into her hair and pulling her face back to mine. I didn't think I could kiss her with any more urgency or hunger, but I stood corrected as I took possession of her mouth once more.
Yearning to taste more of her, my lips slid down her throat only pausing to press my tongue against her racing pulse. I took a breath and with it sent her familiar flowery scent straight to my lungs.
I ventured farther, scraping my teeth over her collarbone and loving on that sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder joined. Kenzie's back arched and I nipped at the exposed skin at the swell of her breast. When I pulled her hips flush against mine, her gasp turned into a moan, and dammit, it was the sexiest sound.
My mouth moved lower and lower, kissing and nipping just above the waistband of her jeans.
I didn't expect the soft pop of her button to be as sobering as it was.
What the hell am I doing?My gaze traveled over her body, taking in every little detail. Her chest was heaving. The vein in her neck jumping. Her swollen lips were somewhere between red and pink, and it was the prettiest sight.
