Page 90 of Second Start: Family
“I think … I think that if you’re going to kiss me,” she stretched up and touched her lips lightly to his, “you’re taking too long.”
*
Kenzie felt as if the whole world must be able to hear the clamorous beating of her heart.
He bent his head, closing the distance between their mouths to nothing.
To less than nothing as she opened to him. Feeling the stroke of his tongue in her core, and knowing he felt hers by the hardness of his body against her.
Pressed to breathe, they turned their heads, brushed lips again, her fingers on his cheek.
Backing her up through the kitchen, while she thanked the heavens she had the smaller trailer because it got them to her bed faster, he slid his hand down the center of her body.
His motions rubbed against her clothes. They opened in places without any deliberate unbuttoning, as if her clothes willed themselves gone.
In the interest of mutual discovery, she pressed her hand against his broad chest and drew it down as he had.
All but one of his buttons proved stubborn. But where that one opened to his abdomen, she stroked her fingers in first, then bent and kissed his flesh.
It jumped under her lips in reaction. And the taste of his skin came clear and intense. She grasped his shirt, pulling it from the waist of his jeans, while leaving him to deal with the buttons.
He kissed the bottom of her throat as her shirt fell back from her shoulders. She flicked her tongue on his chest when his quickly followed.
She felt the bed at the back of her legs as her knees started to give. His strength lowered her softly to the surface.
He yanked off his boots, one bouncing against the doorjamb, sounding like glorious music to her. Her jeans, his jeans, then the rest of their clothes. He dispatched them with … well, with dispatch, while her fumbling fingers felt as if they hindered more than helped, especially with the condom.
Until, finally, they were naked.
Facing each other. He slid his hand over the point of her hip, down and around her cheek.
In response, she drew her leg up, hooking it over him.
He brought himself to her opening. Slowly, slowly, exquisitely and tormentingly slowly, he entered her.
And then there was no more slowness.
*
The second time wasn’t slow, either.
They recovered as he stroked her hip, cheek, and thigh again and again.
“You shouldn’t ever wear pants that hide this.”
“That’s not very practical,” she murmured against the skin where his neck and shoulder connected.
“And, on second thought, I don’t mind that pants hide this from all other males. That reminds me — want me to go back east and do something that’s usually reserved for turning cattle into steers to that Adam guy?”
She chuckled once, but then spoke seriously. “I have to be grateful, really, that he showed me who he is. It made me realize what’s important. Friends who stand by you. Family who loves you no matter what.”
“Plus, his stupidity brought you here.” Hall slid one hand down the center of her body. She met it, their fingers twined for an instant, before she released the hold to let him explore further.
Brought her not only to Mason, Wyoming, but to him, to this bed with him.
“You believed in me, Hall.”
Such simple words to carry awe.
