She smiled over at him and shrugged. “No biggy.”
You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew just how big my erection is about now, Jamison thought as he continued to look over at her. She looked absolutely beautiful in that outfit. In fact, when he’d glanced up and seen her standing there, he’d almost swallowed his tongue.
“Is anything wrong?” she asked him.
He placed his e-reader on the nightstand that separated the two beds. “What makes you think something is wrong?”
“Because you’re staring.”
A smile touched Jamison’s lips. “I’m a man, Kendal, and what you’re wearing is designed to grab a man’s attention,” he said in a husky voice. “And not only has it grabbed mine, but it’s tackled it to the floor and is sitting on it.”
“Oh.” Something inside her stirred at the intensity in his voice. Was her outfit getting to him, making him aware of possibilities? The same possibilities she had become aware of? The same possibilities she wanted to explore?
“I’m going to have a hard time getting to sleep tonight,” he said.
She slowly turned toward him, intentionally shifting her body so he could see a lot of thigh. She watched his gaze follow the movement. “If you prefer, I can sleep in the guest room downstairs.”
“That is an idea…but I have one better.”
She shifted her body again and actually felt air ease between her thighs, which meant she’d flashed him for a quick second. Intentionally, of course. “And what idea is that?”
“That you let me come over there and take that outfit off you.”
Kendal’s heart began beating wildly in her chest. “How would doing that get you a good night’s sleep?” she asked, wondering how he would answer.
“Baby, I would wear us out in a way that would guarantee a good night’s sleep for the both of us afterwards.”
Kendal eased to the edge of the bed and stretched out, resting on her elbows. She wanted him to get a really get a good view of her outfit. When she’d bought it months ago, she hadn’t thought she would actually wear it to seduce a man but would agree it was perfect. “Show me.”
Her words were spoken in a whispered dare while a part of her began to blossom inside. She even surprised herself with her words but wouldn’t back down now. His dark, penetrating gaze more than hinted he would take up the dare. She wanted him, and judging by the look in his eyes, he wanted her as well. The thought that he could desire her as much as she desired him sent her senses into a tail spin.
He held her gaze for a long moment, and she watched the expression that touched his features. Emboldened by what she saw, she slowly lifted one leg, bending it at the knee to almost touch her backside.
She then watched as he threw back the covers to ease out of bed. Her breath caught in her throat. He was naked.
Ten
Kendal’s gaze roamed all up and down Jamison as blood rushed like wildfire through her veins. “You sleep nude?” she asked in a voice that suddenly felt tight.
He smiled. “On occasion. Maybe you should try it.”
She had a feeling that she would tonight. He eased over to her bed and placed a knee near the edge. “Come here and let me show you how it works,” he said in a low, husky voice that stirred her insides real good. Kendal didn’t hesitate in moving toward him. He reached out, and the moment his fingers touched her, her insides began to sizzle.
She closed her eyes when she felt him sliding his fingers over and under the straps of her nightie before easing them down her shoulders. “Open your eyes, baby, and watch me. I want you to see everything I do to you,” he said in a throaty voice. “And I plan to do a lot.”
She opened her eyes when he tugged her nightie over her head and tossed it across to his bed. She immediately felt the cool air on her breasts and watched him stare at them, as if transfixed. She could not read his expression to know what he was thinking. They said men liked big breasts, but did he think hers were too big? The nipples too dark? At least they weren’t sagging. Her girls were big and full and knew how to sit right up there.
While she held her breath, his hands cupped her bare shoulders. Leaning in, he whispered, “Your breasts are beautiful.”
Kendal knew at that moment if he didn’t give her another compliment, he’d hit the jackpot with that one. “Thanks,” she said, hearing the way her voice was trembling.
“And they’re very sexy and feminine,” he added as his gaze moved from one breast to the other, as if mesmerized by the size and shape of them. He then lifted his gaze to meet hers. “I need to taste them,” he whispered just seconds before lowering his face to her chest.
And then she was convinced she died a slow death when he reached for a plump mound, held it up to his mouth, and then slid a darkened nipple between his lips. First he took his tongue and began laving it, and then he sucked hard a few times. She could hear herself moan deep in her throat when he held firm to her breast and began lapping her up. Never had she felt such torrid sensations that pulled at her chest, her belly, and the area between her legs, firing up her juices in a way they’d never been fired up before.
Instinctively, she reached up and cupped the back of his head to hold him to her chest while he continued to suck hard on her breasts. By the time he finally lifted his head, she was certain her panties were drenched.
He met her gaze. “I’m just getting started,” he murmured softly, reaching out and taking her by the waist to ease her on her back.
She tried holding it together by staring up at the ceiling while he tugged the g-string down her legs. Before Jamison tossed it to join her nightie on his bed, Kendal shifted from looking up at the ceiling to watch as he held it under his nose and inhaled deeply. Watching him caused her body to jolt in response.
“I love your scent,” he said before lowering his face to her belly.
The moment his tongue touched her navel, Jamison felt her stomach clench at the contact. She would be doing a lot more clenching before it was all over, he thought, licking around her navel, enjoying the taste of her skin.
“Jamison…”
He lifted his head. She had moaned out his name and it sounded so good he was driven to hear her moan some more. “Yes? Tell me what you want, baby.”
He held her gaze, saw how glassy her eyes were, the fire in their depths. His gaze broke and roamed the full length of her, spread out before his eyes for him to see. And to think she assumed she wasn’t sensual enough for him. She had enough voluptuous curves that any red-blooded man would appreciate.
“I’m greedy. I want everything,” she said, causing him to look back at her and smile.
“Then everything is what you’ll get,” he promised, reaching up and cupping underneath her legs, lifting her to his mouth.
Kendal fought back a scream when Jamison’s warm tongue slid between her womanly folds. And when she instinctively tried to pull back, he fastened his mouth to her and tightened his hold to foil her escape.
The man was using everything—his mouth, lips, and tongue—to drive her insane…and it was working. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up the girls, who were sleeping down the hall, so she fought back the need to let out a deep, hurling scream.
She sucked in a deep breath, used her hands to grab hold of the bedspread, and balled it into her fist. But nothing seemed to work as he continued to lap her up in a way that had every bone in her body turning to mush.
And then he did something with his tongue that almost made her bolt up off the bed with the sensations it evoked. She reached downward and grabbed his shoulders while biting down hard on her lips, forcing back a scream.
Suddenly it seemed every part of her fragmented, and she was thrown into one hell of an orgasm. The man had pushed her beyond the ability to contain herself, and she cried out.
“Jamison.”
And then he was there, kissing her mouth and holding her close as she trembled in his arms. She heard him whisper close to her ear. “We can’t wake
the girls or else they’ll think I’m in here killing you.”
He was killing her with the best lovemaking any man could possibly bestow on a woman. And she knew he wasn’t finished with her. When the last spasm finally left her body, he pulled back and gazed down at her.
He smiled and traced his hand all over her body. She felt his touch— tender and loving—and drew in a deep breath filled with emotions for him that she hadn’t felt in over twelve years. At that moment, she knew she loved him. Not as an impressionable young teenaged girl, but as a full-grown woman.
Jamison levered himself over her and leaned down and kissed her again, stroking his tongue with hers, loving her taste. Moments later, he pulled back and stared down at her. There was no need to ask if she was on any kind of birth control, because he’d seen the Pill pack more than once on the bathroom vanity. But he didn’t have the right to assume that meant she wouldn’t want him to put on a condom.
“Do you want me to put on a condom, Kendal?”
She shook her head. “No, not unless you want to.”
He didn’t want to because he wanted to feel her. Skin to skin. “No, I don’t want to.”
She smiled. “Good, because I don’t want you to either.”
Jamison drew in a deep breath as emotions swept through him. At that moment, he couldn’t help but appreciate his good fortune at having Kendal a part of his and Kia’s lives. She was everything a man could possibly want in a woman, and there was a reason she was here with him. He was convinced of it. Filled with a deep desire to mate with her, he leaned down and kissed her again.
Kendal was consumed by Jamison’s kiss as he devoured her. But still, she knew the exact moment he parted her thighs and instinctively her hips arched to meet him. His body pressed close to hers, and she could feel his hard and hot erection sliding into place between her legs, and she almost lost it when the tip of it touched her opening.
He broke the kiss, and she knew why. He wanted to be looking at her when he eased inside of her. She held his gaze, and taking a deep breath, she drew air filled with his scent into her lungs.
And then she felt him moving forward, pushing his way inside of her. She arched her back and lifted her hips to take him in. And he slid in, deep and deeper, pulling out a little and then returning, going deeper until she knew there wasn’t any way he could go farther. And just when she was convinced of that, he moved at an angle to prove her wrong.
He smiled down at her. “You okay?”
“Yes. You?”
His smile stretched from one corner or his mouth to the other when he said in a deep husky voice, “I’m about to show you just how okay I am.” And then he flexed his hips and began thrusting inside of her.
She looked up into his eyes, stunned by the magnitude of how he was making her feel. Everything was perfect. His rhythm, his timing, and his strokes. He wasn’t missing a beat as he thrust in and out of her, while moving up and down her as well. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of his shoulders, and their mating became a dance where only they knew the steps.
He leaned in and whispered, “You are one beautiful and sexy woman. Don’t ever think that you’re not,” he said with a forceful growl.
And then he was kissing her, taking control of her mouth in a way that made her tremble all over. Moments later, she jerked back her mouth and moaned deep to keep from crying out when her world went spiraling out of control…making her last orgasm seem mild in comparison.
And then his body began shaking to the extent that it sent another torrid orgasm rippling through her. She watched his features, saw the intensity lined in his face, heard the possessive growl that escaped his throat, and she knew they were on one accord, flying high and reaching the same goal.
She couldn’t recall how long pleasure tore through her or how long their bodies continued quaking from the effects. But she did recall the moment Jamison gathered her close in his arms, pushed her hair back from her face, and kissed the sides of her neck and shoulders before cuddling her closer. Their limbs entangled as their heartbeats began to slow.
At that moment, it was so easy to forget why they’d married and that all they’d shared was animal lust. It might have been that way for him, but she knew her true feelings and accepted them. Loving him was her secret, and she would hold it close to her heart and make the most of their situation. And during it all, she intended to be the best wife she could be, because that’s what he deserved.
“Kendal?”
She tilted her head to look up at him. His hand was rubbing up and down her back, and it felt good. “Yes?”
He leaned downed and brushed a kiss across her lips and said, “Tonight is the last night these beds are going to be apart.”
A smile touched her lips. The thought that he wanted to share a bed with her every night sent sparks of pleasure through her. “That’s fine with me.”
He then shifted to tuck her head underneath his chin and whispered, “We’ll get some sleep…for now.
Eleven
Kendal snatched her eyes open when she heard the girls laughing downstairs. Glancing over at the clock, she saw it was a little past seven and bolted up in bed. They needed to be at daycare at eight. Why hadn’t someone awakened her?
Throwing back the covers, she gasped upon noticing that she was stark naked. She quickly glanced around and saw her robe thrown on the recliner. She also noted that the beds were together. Her brows furrowed. When had Jamison done that?
Stepping into her slippers, she hurried into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She tightened her robe around her when she saw the passion marks on the side of her face and her neck. With her medium brown coloring, they looked like bruises. Lordy, she hoped the girls didn’t ask her about them.
Kendal figured she would soon find out when moments later she left the bedroom and headed down the stairs. She burst into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. Everyone was sitting at the kitchen table. Eating. She had expected to see chaos and confusion. Instead she saw Jamison with his daughter and her niece sitting at the table, enjoying breakfast and conversation. He was listening attentively while Carr told him what was supposed to happen at daycare today. She glanced at their plates. Grits? Eggs? And bacon that wasn’t burned? She smiled and shook her head. Jamison Savoy was a man of many talents.
She cleared her throat. “Good morning. Mind if I join you guys?”
“Aunt K!”
“Good morning, Aunt K!” Both girls said gaily.
Then Kia said, “Dad fixed breakfast. He said you needed to sleep.”
Kendal nodded as she went to each girl and placed a kiss on their cheeks. “I see that he did, and he was right, I needed to sleep a little longer this morning.”
“Why?” Carr asked. “Are you sick? I slept late that day when my tummy was hurting.”
She smiled over at Carr. “No, I’m not sick. Just tired. But I’m fine now.”
“Then how about bringing your fine self over this way and give me a kiss as well,” Jamison said with a sexy smile on his face.
When she was within arm’s reach, he pulled her the rest of the way to him and lowered his head for a deep kiss. She quickly broke off the kiss, remembering their audience.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” she asked him, walking over to the counter to fix herself a plate.
“Like I told the girls. You needed to sleep,” he said, sitting back down.
She looked over her shoulder. “But I don’t want you late for work on my account.”
“I won’t be. And I can drop the girls off at daycare on my way in. My first appointment isn’t until ten.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“And the girls and I have been talking.”
She lifted a brow as she pulled out a chair. “About what?”
“About going out to eat tonight. They want—”
“McDonald’s, I know,” she said rolling her eyes.
“Yes,” he said grinning. “But I convinced them we should move i
t up a notch and go someplace really special, like Dave and Buster’s.”
The girls’ cheers told Kendal they wholeheartedly went along with that. She couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’m in. Sounds like fun.”
“It is, and we’re going to have a lot to celebrate,” he said, reaching across the table to place his hand over hers. “We’re officially a family and are going to stay that way.”
Kendal’s heart began beating rapidly. Was he hinting that he no longer wanted a time limit placed on their marriage? She drew in a deep breath, knowing she shouldn’t get her hopes up about it. They had slept together last night, and he’d told her they would continue to sleep together. That didn’t mean forever. It meant he enjoyed their time together now. Things could change, and she more than anyone knew that men could change.
“Aunt K, did something bite you? You have a mark on your neck.”
Kendal’s hand flew to her neck, and she tightened her robe around her as both girls stared at her. She heard Jamison’s soft chuckle but refused to look over at him. Instead, with a straight face, she smiled at the girls and said, “Yes, something bit me, but don’t worry. I got him.”
“And it seems, Kendal Savoy,” Jamison said, picking up his glass of orange juice, “That he certainly got you.”
***
Kendal checked her watch. Tonya had called last week asking that they do lunch today at Rovelli’s. That had been fine with her because she loved Italian food. Kendal’s mother had offered to look after the girls, and she appreciated that. It had been a long time since she and Tonya had gotten together for some girl time. Besides, she needed to thank her friend for steering her in the right direction regarding Jamison. It was hard to believe they’d been married for almost a month already. And things were going so well that at times, she was tempted to pinch herself. She was getting to know him better and better, and the more she knew about him, the more she liked and the more she fell in love.
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