Chapter 11 #2
He was getting to the point where the frustration of being stuck in neutral with her was starting to get to him, but he’d been reluctant to push the issue, especially when he was having the best sex of his life with her.
She’d agreed to attend his family party tonight, but he’d had to do some serious begging and pleading to get her to agree to something other than sex.
“Let’s go get changed.” He took her by the hand and led her upstairs to the second floor.
They’d been told to pack a bag to spend the night, and Kevin couldn’t wait to sleep next to her for a full night.
Up until now, she’d always gotten up to go home after they had sex—or expected him to leave if they were at her place.
Her arm’s-length approach was starting to make him a little crazy.
If he were being honest with himself, he would confess that he’d never felt about Deb the way he did Chelsea.
He and Deb had been great friends and had brought up two exceptional sons together, but they’d never burned up the sheets the way he and Chelsea did.
He turned on the light to reveal a king-size bed and a renovated room done in a coastal theme.
“This is so nice,” Chelsea said. “I’d wondered what the new rooms looked like.”
Kevin couldn’t have cared less about the decorating. Not when he had Chelsea alone in a room with a huge bed. He backed her up to the bed until her legs connected with the mattress. She fell onto the bed, bringing him down with her.
“I thought we were getting changed,” she said with a sexy smile.
“We are, but in order to get changed, first we must get naked.”
“You are too much, Kevin McCarthy.”
“Am I?” he asked, propping himself up on his arms so he could see her face.
“No.”
“You look so beautiful tonight.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Then again, you always look beautiful.”
As she often did when he complimented her, she diverted her gaze. In the past, he’d let that go, unwilling to scare her off by pushing her for things she said she didn’t want. But they’d been together—or whatever they were—for months now, and he was finding it harder not to push for more.
“Was it something I said?”
“No.”
As he bent to kiss her neck, he sent his left hand to find the hem of her dress, drawing it up to where a thigh-high stocking connected with soft skin.
She trembled madly under his touch, her legs falling open in encouragement.
The mixed signals were killing him. She was always willing and responsive in bed but closed off and remote out of bed.
“Chels,” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Can we talk?”
She raised her hips to press against his hard cock. “Right now?”
Though he was torn by the desire that pounded through him, the torment of wanting more from her than she was willing to give trumped desire for once. He dropped his head to her chest.
She ran her fingers through his hair, the loving caress giving him the hope he badly needed. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to know why you won’t let this be more than just sex.”
Sighing, she said, “We’ve talked about this. You just got out of a thirty-year marriage, Kevin. You’re not even officially divorced yet, and most rebound relationships end in disaster. I don’t want to be part of a disaster.”
“I’m not looking to end this. Just the opposite, in fact.”
“You’re in no place to want that.”
Resigned to making his case once again, Kevin moved to his side next to her, propping his head on his upturned hand.
“I feel terrible admitting this to myself, let alone anyone else, but the time I’ve spent with you has made me realize that my marriage was over a long time ago.
I’ve become almost thankful to Deb for having an affair.
I only wish it hadn’t hurt my boys as much as it did. ”
“It hurt you, too.”
“My pride more than my heart.” He twirled a strand of her long blond hair around his finger. “If you take a chance on me—a real, all-in chance—I don’t think it will be a disaster.”
She was shaking her head before he finished speaking. “I don’t do relationships, Kevin. I told you that from the beginning.”
“I know you did, and I’m sure you have your reasons for that, but you’ve never told me what they are. If you’re worried about me and where I am in all of this, I’m in.”
“Isn’t what we have good enough?”
“My twenty-year-old self would say hell yes, it’s good enough. It’s fucking fantastic. However, my fifty-year-old self wants more.”
“My thirty-something self is in protection mode. I’ve seen this happen to my friends—they get involved with a guy fresh out of a long marriage, and after he sows some oats with them, he moves on to the one he wants to keep.”
“I’m not looking to move on. If you think that, you haven’t been paying attention.” He slid his hand up her leg again, this time dragging her dress up to her waist, revealing the skimpy, sexy panties she favored. He’d become obsessed with her wide variety of skimpy panties.
“I have been paying attention, and I know you think you want more, but until you’re actually divorced, we need to keep things the way they are now.”
“I’ve filed, and it’s in the works.” He’d told her that, but it didn’t hurt to remind her.
“And you know I’m sticking around because I’m opening a practice here after the holidays.
” It wouldn't be as lucrative as his practice on the mainland had been, but it didn’t need to be.
He’d invested wisely and only needed to make enough to live comfortably.
“Let’s revisit this when your divorce is final and see where we stand.”
“I suppose that’s fair enough.” Rising to his knees, he helped her out of her dress and feasted his eyes on the sight of her creamy white skin and the scandalously sexy bra and panty set that she’d bought at Tiffany’s shop.
Among other things, he’d gotten her a five-hundred-dollar gift certificate to the shop for Christmas.
She sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
He reached behind her to release the hooks on her bra and watched her gorgeous breasts spring free of the tight confines of the bra.
God, she was so sexy, and always so eager to have sex with him.
He had to believe that underneath the insecurities she’d expressed about their current situation, she wanted the same things he did.
So he would be patient. He would wait until he was actually divorced and then press her for a real commitment.
They’d agreed to be monogamous while they were sleeping together, and that would have to be enough for now.
In the meantime, he’d talk to Dan Torrington tomorrow about speeding things up with Deb. His ex-wife had been blindsided when he filed for divorce, which led him to wonder if she’d been hoping for a reconciliation that wasn’t going to happen.
He’d heard from his son Riley that her fling with the younger guy was over, so she might be having some regrets. That wasn’t his problem. He’d meant what he said to Chelsea. Deb had done them both a favor by pulling the trigger to end a marriage that had withered on the vine a long time ago.
Chelsea wrapped her arms around him and peppered his chest with kisses, working her way down to his abdomen, which rippled under her soft lips.
Kevin knew where this was leading, and his cock got even harder from the anticipation.
The heat of her mouth, the tight squeeze of her lips, the light suction and the swirl of her tongue got him every time.
It had become a joke between them that he lost all control when she took him into her mouth, and this time was no exception.
“Baby, wait.” Craving the closeness, he wanted to be inside her when he came.
He withdrew from her mouth and brought her to the edge of the mattress before he removed her panties and feasted his eyes on her gorgeous body.
Sexiest woman he’d ever been with, hands down.
After worshiping her gorgeous breasts with his lips and tongue, he sank his fingers into her, gliding into her wet heat while pressing his thumb against her clit.
“Kevin,” she gasped, arching into him, “please.”
After removing his fingers, he eased into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to and accommodate him before he picked up the pace, giving it to her hard and fast, the way she liked it best. They’d both gotten tested so they could forgo condoms, and what had already been exceptional before was now extraordinary.
Since she’d already taken him to the edge with the spectacular blow job, he wouldn’t last long.
Wanting to make sure she was with him, he caressed her clit until he felt her clamp down on him as her body trembled with contractions.
With her eyes closed, her lips parted and her breasts moving in time with his thrusts, she was like a goddess come to life, and he was determined to have her in his life forever.
Keeping that thought foremost in his mind, he slid his hands under her to clutch her ass as he came inside her, giving himself over to the incredible bliss he found in her arms every single time they were together.