They exchange another set of whispers.
Then Emma is nodding good night and heading toward the stairs. "Don't grill her, Brendon. Consider it a personal favor."
"What do I get out of it?" I tease.
"I'll watch Lethal Weapon with you," Emma says.
"And the sequel?" I tease.
Emma groans. "Fine."
She's been objecting to the possibility of watching Mel Gibson as a cop who plays by his own rules forever.
Kaylee watches Emma move up the stairs. Crosses to the kitchen. "Hey."
"Hey." I wait until Emma's door slams shut. Then I grab onto Kay's hips, pin her to the counter, and press my lips to hers.
She tastes good. Like sugar and salt and chocolate.
She groans as she pulls back. "We should be careful."
I nod as I pin her hips to the counter.
"Brendon."
"You want me to stop?"
She looks up at me with those doe eyes. "God no."
I don't. I let my tongue claim her mouth. I let my hands untuck her over-sized button up shirt then roam beneath it. Fuck, her skin is soft and the way she groans against my lips as I slide my hand into her bra—
This is reckless.
But I need her too much to care.
"You should have warned me." She rises to her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.
"That?"
"I'd become even more obsessed with you." She slides her hand into my hair. Her touch is eager. Needy. "I want you again. I want you to fuck me right now." Her voice is confident. Her blush is slight. I'm already corrupting her.
The thought makes my balls tighten. "Can you stay quiet?"
"I don't know." She sighs as she tugs at my t-shirt. "I'm tempted to try."
Fuck, I love the sight of her wracked with desire.
But I need to be smart here.
I step backward. "Tomorrow."
She nods. "I... uh..." She grabs her mug. Places it in the sink. "You want to watch something?"
"Who is it Emma thinks you fucked today?"
Her cheeks flush. "Well. I kind of let her believe I'm into Dean."
"Dean?"
She nods. "And that we, ahem, today."
"She thinks you fucked Dean?"
"Yeah."
"Shit. I thought Em had a higher opinion of you."
Kaylee play swats me. "He's not that bad."
"He's not?"
She nods.
"News to me."
"You really think he's awful?"
"He has moments." I motion to the TV. "It's my turn to pick."
"Oh no. It is. How incoherent are we talking?"
"We'll see." I slide my arm around her waist. To lead her to the couch. But I'm not doing that.
I'm sliding my hand under her shirt.
Pressing my palm against her bare skin.
"Brendon..." She sighs as her hips rock against mine. Her fingers skim my thigh. It's a soft touch, but it's enough to wake up every nerve in my body.
I pin her to the kitchen counter. "We shouldn't." But I'm already undoing her top button.
"I know." She rocks her hips, sighing as she rubs against my hard-on.
"Em just went to sleep."
"I'll be quiet. I promise."
I get to the last button. My hands find her lower back. One slides between her shoulder blades. It unclasps her bra.
She shrugs her shirt and her bra off her shoulders.
She's topless in the middle of the fucking kitchen.
That smart part of me—the one that's supposed to remind me this is a bad idea—is gone.
I'm too fucking enraptured by the sight of her.
"Fuck, Kay." I undo her ponytail and slide my fingers through her hair. My palm cups the back of her head. I pull her into a slow, deep kiss.
She groans into my mouth.
I drag my lips down her neck. Over her collarbone. Over her breast.
She groans as I take her nipple into my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes good.
I toy with her. Flicks of my tongue. The scrape of my teeth. Sucking on that tender bud.
Her groan is music, but it's way too loud.
I bring my hand to her mouth. Slide my thumb between her lips.
She sucks on the pad of my finger.
Groans against my flesh.
Fuck, that feels good.
I move to her other nipple. Toy with it until I can't stand the way she's sucking on my digit.
I drag my lips over her collarbone, up her neck, right to her ear. "Turn around and place your hands on the counter."
Her nod is trusting. Obedient.
She brushes her ass against me as she turns.
Her ass feels so fucking good against my crotch.
I hold her body against mine and explore every inch of her torso. Her tits are perfect in my hand. Soft. Responsive. Mine.
It echoes through my head.
Mine, mine, mine.
I want every inch. Every groan. Every thought in her gorgeous head.
Slowly, I slide my hand over her side.
I undo her jeans and push them to her thighs.
She sighs. Arches her back. Presses her ass against me.
Fuck, those cotton panties. Sweet. Like her.
I push them off her hips.
Slide my hand up her thigh.
Fuck, I need to be inside her.
I bring one hand to her mouth, to muffle her groans, and rub her with the other.
She shudders. Shakes. Nips at my fingertips.
But she keeps her hands on the counter.
"Good girl." I suck on her earlobe.
"Brendon," she groans into my hand.
She's wet. Ready. But I need her on the edge. I need to be the only fucking thing she wants. I need my name to be the only thought in her head.
I rub her slowly. Softly.
She rocks her ass against my crotch. Driving me out of my fucking mind with her soft flesh.
Still, I toy with her.
I rub her until she's shaking. Until her fingers are digging into the counter. Until my hand is only barely muffling her groans.
She's about to come.
This is exactly where I want her.
I pull a condom from my back pocket and push my jeans to my knees. Then the boxers.
Her bottoms are still at her knees. They're binding her legs.
"Please," she whispers. "Fuck me. Now."
"Quiet."
She nods. "I can. I will. I promise."
I bring one hand to her pelvis. Pull her body against mine.
She sighs as my cock presses against her ass.
Fuck, that feels good.
Her flesh against mine.
Nothing in the way. I need that. Soon.
But right now—
I bring the foil packet to my teeth and tear it open.
Slowly, I roll the condom over my cock.
Then I place one hand over her mouth and the other on her hip.
She leans forward, arching her back, presenting herself to me.
I'm about to fuck Kay in the fucking kitchen.
And there isn't a single voice in my head telling me it's a bad idea.
She wakes up a reckless part of me.
A happy part of me.
I slide a finger into her mouth. She sucks. Greedy. Eager.
My tip strains against her.
Slowly, I slide inside her.
Fuck, she feels good.
I drive into her again and again.
Harder.