There was a small living room at the front of the house that was barely furnished. He clearly never used it. The hall bathroom hadn’t been redone anytime in the past twenty years. And the two smaller bedrooms were set up for his girls in pinks and lavenders with a lot of dolls and stuffed animals around.
She’d just reached the master bedroom when Ken came out of a doorway in the corner. It must be a master bath, which was a nice feature and not always part of houses of this size and age. Her interest in the house faded when she got a good look at him.
He was clean now with damp hair and not quite dry skin. He wore nothing but a towel around his waist. He had a great chest. Broad and masculine with some nice development of his abs and a scattering of brown hair. His legs were long and strong. His arms were...
She gulped as a wave of attraction washed over her.
Ken smiled, looking pleased and relaxed and ridiculously sexy. He walked past her to close the bedroom door on Marlowe’s enthusiastic face. “Sorry, buddy. You aren’t invited for this next part.”
She laughed, her nervous tension softening at his easy manner and wry tone. “Poor fella. He’s not going to like me if he thinks I’m taking you away from him.”
“He’ll like you just fine. That dog couldn’t hold a grudge to save his life. You ready for this?”
She nodded, her stomach twisting with an intense combination of nerves and anticipation.
“You still wanna do this?” He peered at her closely.
She nodded again. “I do want to. Honestly, I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done something like this before. But I definitely want it.”
“Good.” He took a step closer to her. He smelled like soap. She was acutely aware of that fact as he took her face in his hands and kissed her.
The swell of pleasure at the touch of his lips was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It flooded her body, from her mouth to the tips of her fingers and toes. She raised her hands to grip his shoulders as she responded to the kiss, opening her mouth to him and trying to suck his tongue into her mouth.
His body tightened as she responded. He pulled her closer so the length of her was pressed against him. One of his hands slid down to her bottom as he leaned harder into the kiss.
A throbbing had awakened between her legs almost immediately, and it got more intense as the embrace deepened.
When he started walking her over to the bed, she thought of something. “Hold on,” she mumbled, trying to make herself pull away.
He let her go immediately, stiffening visibly. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine. I’m not changing my mind. I just think I should probably pee before we do this.”
He chuckled, obviously relieved. “Go right ahead. I’ve got some condoms, so I’ll dig them out while you’re in there.”
“Perfect. Thank you.” She was glad he’d thought of it. She was in such a state that it was entirely possible that she would have jumped right into sex without a thought for basic preventative measures.
She went to the master bathroom, which was still warm and damp from his shower. This bathroom had been fixed up much more recently than the other bathroom. It had beige and brown tile, a walk-in shower, and double sinks on the vanity. She didn’t take much time to admire it, however. She wanted to return to Ken as quickly as possible.
When she came back out, he was standing near the nightstand. He’d put a couple of condom packets on the surface next to the lamp and clock. He turned around when she entered, and for just a moment she caught a look on his face that reflected how she felt.
The briefest flicker of something that looked like nervousness.
“Have you...?” She cleared her throat. “Have you done this a lot?”
He shook his head. “It’s like I told you the other night. I haven’t dated anyone since my divorce, and I never have sex outside of a relationship. So the truth is I’ve... I’ve never done this before.”
“Me either.”
“But I do want this, if you want it too.”
“I do.” She swallowed and came over to stand right in front of him. “I want it a lot.”
“Good. Me too.”
This conversation evidently confirmed to him that she had no doubts. He grabbed her again and this time wasn’t so careful. He dragged her into a hard kiss—one she felt in every inch of her body—and it wasn’t long before he swung her up onto the bed and moved over her to kiss her even more deeply.
She wasn’t sure how long the kiss lasted, but it wasn’t brief. It was like it had been on Tuesday night under the stars. Slow and deep and thorough and breathtaking. Soon she was squirming with arousal, but Ken wasn’t in any hurry to get to the main event. He wasn’t even rushing to take off her clothes. He kissed her until she couldn’t see straight. Until she was moaning helplessly into his mouth. Until she was clawing at the bare skin of his back and trying to tug the towel off his hips.
Then finally—finally—he broke the kiss and started to take off her clothes, kissing all the skin he revealed.
This wasn’t a quick process either. It took a while until she was finally naked, and by that time she was so turned on she could feel the hot wetness between her thighs as she wound one leg around his hips.
“Shit, baby,” he murmured as he returned to her bare breasts. “You’re so hot. So gorgeous. I never dreamed you’d want to be with me.”
She’d always figured she was pretty enough, but she’d never felt gorgeous before.
Not until right now.
She’d been making a lot of silly sounds. Gasps and mews and groans. As he suckled one of her nipples, the sound that came out was closer to a sob than anything else.
Marlowe whined from right outside the bedroom door.
She giggled as Ken chuckled against her breast. He was smiling as he raised his head and met her eyes.
They grinned at each other, and she felt a tightening of affection in her chest before he returned to her nipple and completely distracted her from the unexpected feeling.
Ken clearly believed in foreplay. More than Josh had ever given her in the entire length of their relationship. He kissed and caressed her until she was literally begging him to make her come. Then he finally moved a hand between her legs to feel her arousal.
She couldn’t remember ever being this wet before. It was almost embarrassing. She arched up and moaned as he stroked her open and then penetrated her with two fingers.
“Damn. You’re so hot. So wet.” His eyes were almost awed as he gazed down on her naked, writhing figure. “You want this so much.”
“I do,” she gasped, tossing her head helplessly. “I want it... so much. Please. Please!”
She gripped fistfuls of the bedding as he started to pump his hand, fucking her with his fingers until she came hard with a silent scream. She’d thought it was over, but he kept it up, this time pairing it with his mouth on her breast. She came again before she knew to expect it, and this time her scream wasn’t so silent.
Marlowe gave a yap and another whimper from the hall.
Both of them were far too into this to let the dog distract them. Madeline was panting and pink all the way down to her stomach as Ken finally removed his hand and climbed farther up her body so he could kiss her mouth. The kiss was urgent and wet and needy. She wrapped her leg around him again and finally managed to pull off the towel so she could get her hands on his tight, bare ass.