Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
HENRY
I’D BE HONORED TO brEAK THE RULES WITH YOU.
Kennedy and I had barely made it over the threshold of the apartment, and she was already bringing our lips together in another intoxicating, deep kiss.
Fuck, there were no words to explain how addicted I was to this woman already. It was insane.
Our kiss grew desperate by the second, and I couldn’t get enough.
She nipped my lips, and I groaned against her mouth as I did the same just as eagerly.
She fisted my shirt and brought me closer to her, and I gripped her waist to keep her flushed against my chest. I loved the way my body wrapped around hers. I loved the way we were connected already. How well our energies matched.
“This fucking dress has been torturing me all night,” I mumbled against her lips as I gripped her ass and pushed her against the wall.
Her ass was a fucking wet dream. The perfect amount to grab and play with. I was going to—without a doubt—be remembering this moment for the rest of my life.
She moaned against my lips, but I swallowed her sounds with every flick and swipe of my tongue inside her mouth. My hands itched to touch her everywhere, but the little logic I had left made me—painfully so—stop kissing her.
“Please, don’t stop,” she whimpered against my lips.
I heaved a deep breath. “Kenny, wait,” I whispered as I took a step back against my will. I was already missing the heat of her body, but I needed to be strong, at least for a minute or two.
Her eyes fluttered open and met my gaze as she frowned.
“Are you—” I stopped myself, debating my next words. This was probably going to be the stupidest thing I was ever going to do, but I had to ask, “Are you sure about this?
“About what?”
“Breaking the rules.”
She took a deep breath as she absentmindedly threaded one of her curls around her index finger. “Are you?” she asked instead.
“You already know I’m a rule breaker, Kenny baby.” One of my hands rested on my hip as I shot her a lopsided smirk. “The question is, are you?” I rasped.
Her chest rose and fell in quick succession as a lingering, charged silence fell between us. My heart thrummed painfully against my chest like a ticking time bomb as I eagerly waited for her response.
“Say the word, and I’ll walk away,” I said softly. “You’re in charge here, Kennedy.” I understood her more than she would ever know, and putting her in an uncomfortable situation was the last thing I would ever do.
But fuck, I was hoping she would say yes. That she would forget about that stupid contract and have fun with me. I wanted to be the source of her happiness. I wanted her to use me to start living.
Her body shifted closer to mine. She reached for my backward hat and plucked it from my head, letting it fall to the floor, then threaded her fingers through my hair. My eyes fluttered, because fuck. Her touch was like a shock to my system. It jolted me awake from the inside out.
She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her full lips—which tasted like strawberry and stale beer—against mine, the movement alone making me exhale a shaky breath. “If I’m going to be a rulebreaker, I’d rather do it with you.”
A huge sense of relief flowed through my body, and I took a deliberate gulp as I replied, “I’d be honored to break the rules with you.”
Not able to hold back any longer, I crashed my lips with hers for the third time that night. This time, it was more explorative, but just as explosive. Butterflies took flight in my stomach, and my heart somersaulted in my chest from excitement.
I was one happy man when she said those words. A woman like Kennedy didn’t trust easily, and the fact that she was willing to do this? I couldn’t believe it. Having her trust was comforting. I wanted to cherish it with everything I had.
She hooked one of her legs around my waist, giving me the perfect access to press my thigh right against her clit.
I grabbed a fistful of her curls and tilted her head back, knocking her cowboy hat off in the process.
My lips kissed her jaw then the column of her neck, and I sucked the sensitive flesh gently, winning a moan from her.
My hands landed on the leg she had hooked around me, and I started to caress it until I gripped part of her outer thigh.
I was fucking obsessed with her legs. I couldn’t believe I was touching them.
She was smooth, soft, and had the perfect amount to grab. I wanted to worship them—her.
“Henry, please,” Kennedy begged weakly as she started seeking friction against my thigh.
“Hm.” My lips found her ear, and I nipped her earlobe softly before whispering, “You sound like a fucking dream begging, Kenny baby.” Those words won me a breathless moan as she continued to grind on me shamelessly.
I lifted her dress a little, and I almost lost my shit when I pulled back and settled my eyes where we were connected.
She was making a mess of my jeans, and the cotton of her white panties clung to her lips with how wet she already was.
The sight was out of this fucking world.
Damn, how I wished there was nothing between us.
But there was something so hot about this, too.
Knowing she was so desperate for a release, we couldn’t even bother moving from this hallway to one of our rooms. Like we were so hungry for each other, it had to be a now-or-never kind of thing.
“Look at you making a mess already.” I tsked with a shake of my head as my eyes found her face. And fuuuuuck, I was engrossed.
Her lips were softly parted. A droplet of sweat ran from her temple to one of her freckled cheeks, and it took everything in me not to lick it off. My eyes raked downward, and even through the fabric of her dress, I could see how needy her nipples were.
She looked like a goddamn dream, and I was more than happy to stand back and admire everything about her.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Don’t stop,” I murmured.
She squirmed, and I couldn’t help but smile at how my words affected her. If she only knew all the dirty things I wanted to say and do to her, I was fairly certain she would have run away.
The thought alone scared me, but I pushed the fear to the side, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the moment.
I was finally given the opportunity to touch, to kiss, to admire the woman who had been stuck in my head for so long.
The last thing I wanted to do was mess it up by getting stuck inside my head.
“More,” Kennedy moaned.
I pressed my thigh firmly against her clit and rubbed at the same tempo she was grinding on me.
I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around her nipple through the fabric then grazed it with my teeth.
This made her hips jolt, and I couldn’t hold back the grin that spread across my lips even if I’d tried.
“You like that?” I breathed out the question.
She nodded without a word as her movements faltered when the warmth of my breath prickled the side of her neck.
“Show me how much, then. Grind faster, Kenny. Don’t go losing steam on me now,” I taunted. Not even while having an intimate moment with this woman was I ever going to stop needling her.
She let out a sharp laugh, but it was quickly drowned by a moan when I wrapped my lips around her nipple again and brushed my thumb in soft circles around the other.
Like the good girl she was, her movements started to become faster and harder.
Her fingers gripped my shoulders in a death grip, but I couldn’t muster one single fuck.
I welcomed the pain, because it kept me grounded in the moment.
My lips found hers in another searing kiss. “Fuck, are you going to come on my leg, Kenny?” I exhaled the question in between kisses. “I’ll be one happy fucker if you do.”
She only managed to moan against my lips, so I took that as a sign to continue. I was determined to find out if I could get her off. I was always up for a challenge, and I had the feeling that witnessing Kennedy come undone before me on my fucking leg was going to be the death of me.
This time, I pushed her dress down, revealing her peaked, brown nipples. I lapped, sucked, and flicked with my tongue, savoring her skin like I was a man in a desert drinking the last drop of water. She was the only answer to this thirst that gripped me like there was no tomorrow.
She pulled my shirt up, and her fingers roamed around the planes of my stomach. The touch was fervent. I couldn’t help but tense and whimper, “Please keep touching me.” My words were pathetic and desperate against the soft, rich brown skin of her breasts.
One of her hands continued to explore my stomach and my back muscles as the other found my cock, which was throbbing painfully against my jeans. He wanted out, but this moment was all about her. She was my only focus, and my dick needed to get with the program.
She palmed my length through my jeans and gasped. “Oh. I don’t know how—”
“Hey,” I urged softly, my eyes finding hers. “Don’t worry. We won’t be having sex tonight.”
She halted her movements. “Why not?”
I licked my bottom lip then gave her one of my lopsided smiles.
“Believe me, there’s nothing I’d rather do than fuck you.
” I rolled one of her nipples between my fingers, pulling a moan from her.
I knew then I would never tire of those breathy, husky sounds.
“There’s nothing more I’d like than to get my fill of your pussy.
” I husked then dropped a few hot, wet kisses on her neck as I cupped her sex with my hand.
Fuck, she was so wet, it was soaking my hand.
It took everything in me not to get a taste.
“But I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Kenny baby.
I want to take my time with you. I want to know what you love and what drives you crazy.
” My hand found her throat, and I pressed it softly as my lips hovered over hers.
She wrapped her delicate hand around mine and pressed it even more.
The way her hooded eyes settled on me made my cock twitch painfully.
“And when I finally get to fuck you? I’ll make sure you see the stars.
That’s a promise.” I dropped a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Now, I want to see you grind that pussy against my thigh nice and hard. We’re not moving from here until you come. Can you do that for me, please?”
She bit her lip and nodded as she started to grind against me again. I was eager to see her come. I wanted her moans. I wanted to feast on her pussy. But all in due fucking time. I was determined to be patient. I was set on taking it slow with her and enjoying any scrap she was willing to give me.
A deep part of me hoped she would give me all of her. But I knew better than to wish for impossible things.
I was so hard I could feel my pre-cum leaking, and she had barely touched me. She didn’t need to do much. With the way she eagerly rubbed her pussy against my thigh and the way she moaned and roamed her hands around my body… I was pathetically too far gone.
My forehead rested against hers as I continued to meet her movements, rubbing her clit with my thigh over and over again.
Our eyes remained locked on each other’s, and the only sounds were her moans and my low grunts.
My hands kept playing with her perfect tits.
They were small and round, and my hand easily fit around them.
Once her breaths started to become choppier and her movements had no rhyme or reason, I knew she was close. She gripped my length through the fabric of my jeans again and moved her hand up and down. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my moans in check. But, man, it felt so. Fucking. Good.
“Come on my thigh, Kenny. Make a mess. Now,” I demanded through gritted teeth before I kissed her fiercely.
She moved once, twice more, and her body tensed beneath me as she softly moaned against my lips, “Henry. Henry. Henry.”
The way my name came out of her lips like a plea and the way she gripped my cock was all it took for me to tense beneath her touch and chase my orgasm. Stars danced on the corners of my vision as I moaned, “Fuck, Kenny. Fuck.”
I had never come inside my pants, not even as a horny teenager. Still, this had to be one of the hottest experiences of my life. I’d do it all over again as long as it was with her.
By the time we both came down from our highs, we were still panting.
She unhooked her leg from my waist and rested her head against my heaving chest. I dropped a kiss on top of her sweaty curls and inhaled her scent.
She smelled like coconut and strawberries, and I engraved the smell into my memory.
I didn’t want to forget the simplicity of the moment after one of the best things that had ever happened to me.
“You okay?” I mumbled as I placed my chin on top of her head.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “You?”
“Yeah,” I croaked.
There was no mistaking the way my throat tightened, or the way my heart felt like a thunderstorm trapped inside my ribcage as it tried to shuffle through all my emotions.
I hadn’t even slept with her yet, and my heart fucking knew once wasn’t going to be enough.
I was free-falling into the abyss, and what scared me the most was knowing Kennedy wasn’t on the same page as me.