Kenna laughed. “I’ve never felt like this when I’ve been in it before. It’s all you,” she said. “Us.”
“Us,” Aleck echoed. Then he took a deep breath. “On that note, I’m getting out.”
“I’ll give you a push,” Kenna said.
“Hands off the ass,” he warned.
She giggled.
Aleck leaned down and kissed her, loving the feel of her smile under his lips, then did his best to maneuver himself out of the beanbag without kneeing Kenna. She took advantage and let her hands stray as she attempted to “help” him out of the big bag.
After Aleck got to his feet, he reached down and pulled Kenna up as well. Then he wrapped his arms around her and just held her for a long moment.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what is this for?” she asked.
Without loosening his grip, and keeping his nose in her hair, he said, “It’s the hug I wanted to give you last night, but couldn’t.”
Kenna pulled back and Aleck allowed it. She looked up at him. “You’re a sappy fool under that badass Navy SEAL exterior, aren’t you?”
Without feeling self-conscious about her words in the least, Aleck said, “Only with you.”
She smiled. “Suck-up.”
“Nope. Just being honest. Go shower and change. Your breakfast will be waiting when you get out.”
“I could get used to this,” she quipped. “Being waited on hand and foot.”
“Me too,” Aleck said seriously. “Me too.”
They stared at each other for a long moment before Aleck dropped his arms and stepped back. Kenna looked like she wanted to say something else, but she simply smiled at him, then turned and headed for her bedroom.
As he heated up her coffee and pastries, Aleck couldn’t help but feel proud. She looked a hundred times more relaxed now than she had when he’d arrived. Granted, she’d been half asleep, but still. She even sounded more relaxed. It had been extremely difficult last night not to drive over here to comfort her. But his Kenna was tough. She’d proven it time and time again. She didn’t need him to comfort her, but he sure felt good that she’d let him.
Kenna turned to look at Marshall. He was driving them to his condo after spending the morning at the swap meet at Aloha Stadium. He’d been a good sport. It was obvious shopping wasn’t his favorite thing to do. He’d bought only one thing—a ring she’d looked at and had decided against buying.
But he hadn’t haggled over the price at all. Had simply asked the woman who ran the stand how much and didn’t hesitate to hand over the twenty bucks she’d quoted. Kenna had tried to protest, but when he’d grabbed her right hand and slipped it down her middle finger, she’d practically melted into a pile of goo right there at his feet.
The ring obviously didn’t have any monetary value, but emotionally, it was priceless. Kenna knew she’d remember this day every time she saw it on her finger. It was a daisy, and probably made in China, but Kenna treasured it.
Their morning had been a wonderful surprise. She hadn’t meant to sleep so long, but when she’d woken up in Marshall’s arms, she’d felt amazingly good. She hadn’t meant to touch herself while in his arms, but she couldn’t help it. Marshall’s mouth on her breasts had felt incredible, and it had been so long since she’d let down her guard with a man that before she’d even realized it, she was touching herself.
It turned out to be one of the hottest moments she’d ever shared with a man. Looking into Marshall’s eyes when she’d come had been…earth-shattering. Even through her pleasure, she could see his own reflecting back in his eyes. He enjoyed seeing her come, and hadn’t been concerned about getting himself off afterward, which was quite a change from most men she’d been with.
When he’d brought her to orgasm again, his touch was so different from her own. She always backed off touching herself when she felt her orgasm approaching, but he’d been forceful, dominant, refusing to let up and making her pleasure seem to go on and on. It felt…incredible.
Kenna didn’t even feel guilty about basically asking him if she could spend the night at his place. She wanted this man. All of this man. Yes, things were moving fast between them, but she didn’t care. Being with Marshall—in every way—felt right.
“What are you smiling about over there?” Marshall asked.
“This morning,” Kenna said without hesitation.
She loved seeing the satisfied smirk on her man’s face at her words.
“About how good breakfast was?” he teased.
“That too,” she told him.
Glancing at his lap, Kenna saw he was half hard. She loved having that effect on him.
“Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” Marshall groaned.
“For the record, I like sex,” Kenna explained. “And this morning was…” She struggled to find the right word. Then decided to just say what she felt. “The best I’ve ever had…and we didn’t even have sex.”
“Shit, you would decide to have this conversation now, when I’m driving,” Marshall grumbled, shifting in his seat and adjusting his cock in his shorts.
Kenna merely grinned. “Sorry,” she said, knowing she didn’t sound sorry at all. “Look, here’s the thing. Women are judged because of sex all the time. If we like it, we’re easy. If we have too many partners, we’re whores. We’re supposed to be virginal and chaste until we get married, while a guy can fuck as many people as he wants and society doesn’t think twice about it, as if it’s expected. It’s never made sense to me. I’m thirty years old, I like orgasming, and even though I haven’t had a boyfriend in a while, that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been taking care of myself.
“But what you did today…it made me realize that I’m still a little clueless about my own body. You making me come a second time when I thought I was done…it was enlightening. And hot. And now I want to know what else I don’t know about myself when it comes to sex.”
She could see Marshall’s jaw flexing, and she scrunched her nose in contrition. “Sorry, too honest?”
“No,” he said in a low, rumbly tone that made Kenna shiver. She hadn’t heard him sound like that before.
No—she had.
That morning…when he’d said “one more.”
“You’re right. Society is way harder on women than men when it comes to sex. I like how open you are about your sexuality. How you aren’t afraid to go after what you want. And I can’t fucking wait to get you in my bed and learn everything you like and don’t like when it comes to being intimate with each other.”
Kenna smiled. “But you’re going to feed me first, right?” she teased.
“Fuck, you really are gonna be the death of me,” Marshall complained.
“But you love it.”
He turned and met her gaze then, and Kenna inhaled sharply at the intensity she saw in his eyes. “I do,” he agreed, then looked back at the road in front of them.
Kenna was turned way the hell on. She totally wanted to jump this man as soon as they were inside his condo, but she also loved foreplay. And they were engaged in the longest and most intense foreplay she’d ever experienced.