Need You, Need Me (The Need Series Book 1)

by Lewis, Meghan

  He has let go of me to pace across the driveway.

  I don’t have any words that will comfort him. Not that I know. As far as the question he asked me, no. I don’t know how that feels. I’ve never let anyone in close enough.

  “Do you think it’s easy for me to constantly look over my shoulder whenever I feel like something is going to happen? You think that’s fun for me? I don’t go out and say, ‘Woo! Let’s have fun!’ I go out, and even though I am not on the job, I am on the job because I don’t want another girl to feel like I feel if I can fucking help it. Can you understand that at all?” I’m yelling at him, making sure he hears me over the thunder.

  He has stopped pacing and is now looking at me fiercely. Dear Lord, why is this even happening? Why do we have to have this conversation?

  “Fuck this,” he says under his breath and walks over to me.

  I see the determination in his walk and brace myself. He’s going to have to come to me, and he does.

  The urgency for closeness flows from his body and wraps around me. He puts his arms around me and moves us backwards until I am pressed against the back of the car. Our lips and tongues are just one big, rolling mass. Pure passion reeks between us, and we welcome it this time.

  “Don’t ever run from me again. Do you understand me?” he demands more than asks as he pushes against me. I groan slightly and lean my head back with closed eyes. I am caught up in the feeling of him on my body.

  Sweet Lord.

  My body immediately warms all over with the throbbing heat that utterly consumes me and speeds up my heartbeat. It is such an incredible feeling.

  “I love your hair. Take it down for me please?” he says against my neck.

  I reach up and pull my hair from the messy updo I have it in and let it fall naturally. Some of it falls in front of my face, but his hand is there sweeping it away before I have a chance.

  “Let me show you happiness . . . Let me show you love . . . please, May?”

  I lean back and look into his eyes. Every color I have ever seen them is now at present and mixing around his pupils.

  “Show me.”

  As soon as I say that, the bottom falls out of the sky and drenches us in a heavy downpour, but we don’t feel it.

  He grabs my hand after letting go of my body and walks to the horse. I know I should get in my car and drive it back up to the house, but I am not focusing on that. Besides, if the driveway is blocked, then that means there will be no unwanted visitors. I get up on the horse without the greatest of ease and move as far forward as I can to accommodate Kevin. He swings up and settles behind me, and I feel every inch of just how turned on he is.

  I let my head fall onto his shoulder, wrap my arms around his waist behind me, and pull him closer. He has the reins in his hand and has his horse in a run back up the driveway towards the house. I pull him as close to me as possible still.

  When we get to the house, he dismounts and helps me off.

  “Go inside . . . I’ll be right there. I need to see to Levi really quick,” Kevin says over the thunder.

  I nod, walk up the steps, and into the house. The AC hits me, and I start to shiver uncontrollably.

  I just stand there with my arms wrapped around me trying to warm myself, not knowing where exactly to go.

  No sooner do I make my third complete three-sixty, Kevin runs through the door, slams it behind him, and wraps me in his arms. The kisses don’t come fast enough. Turning our heads every which way to try and get everywhere we possibly can is almost impossible. We are now dancing our way down the hallway and eliminating our wet clothes in the process. When we reach his door, he pulls away, opens it, and pushes me up the stairs. When we get up to the top, I turn around, but Kevin is still moving and presses me up against the wall. All the while, we are still trying to get the clinging clothes off of each other’s bodies.

  “You cold, darlin’?” he says in between pants and licks.

  I smile. “Definitely not cold,” is all I say, and I can feel his smile against my skin as he is remembering the same thing I am: the hot tub.

  “I think you are a little chilly . . . Let’s take care of that really quick,” he says to me as he steps away and peels me off the wall.

  Quick? No, I don’t want anything that is about to happen to be quick.

  He pulls me into his bathroom and sits me on the counter. His hands make quick work of my shorts and panties as my shirt and bra are downstairs. Now that I am completely naked, I feel cold. I start to shiver a little, and he pulls me off the counter and into his bare and warm chest.

  Well, how is he so warm, and I’m not?

  I don’t get a chance to answer my own question in my head before he is pushing me up and into the stand-up shower. He turns on the water and hot water cascades down from the four shower heads that are now rotating.

  “Are you still cold?” he asks while undoing his pants and taking them off, so he is just standing in his boxers.

  “I am a little bit, yes,” I lie, of course.

  He removes his boxers in one smooth motion and walks into the shower while closing the door behind him. With us in the cascading water and completely engrossed in each other, we stand, kissing and rubbing and exploring every inch.

  “Jesus, Kevin,” is all I can manage. I am too swept up in everything that is happening.

  He doesn’t say anything but gives a soft “mmm” as a reply and pushes us back until my back is firmly pressed against the wall. I feel him spread his legs to stabilize his stance, and I decide to take a chance. I lift one leg up and wrap it around his hip. He groans into my mouth and presses his body harder against mine.

  “May, I can’t have you in the shower . . . I just don’t think it would be right,” he says as he stops all contact between us and steps away and out of the shower.

  “I’m sorry, what’s that now?” I am almost pissed that he just said that.

  “Something wrong?” he asks. He’s teasing me again.

  “I don’t understand what you just said.”

  “I only brought you in here to get you warmed up, and now that you are, I think it’s time you get in bed,” he says, smiling and pulling me into his body. He still smells and feels incredible.

  Who’s bed? My bed? His bed?

  Evil. This man is pure evil.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  I am pulled out of the shower against my will. Why not in the shower? It feels perfect to me. When I step out, a cold rush sweeps across me, and I’m freezing instantly. Just as I am about to ask for a towel, Kevin has me wrapped up in an almost hot cotton towel.

  “Towel warmer. It gets pretty cold out of here during the fall and winter,” he says as he runs his hands up and down my back.

  “I see . . . Good call,” I say, wiping some water drops off my nose.

  He has wrapped a towel around his waist and still has all the self-control in the world. How is that possible?

  Our passionate moment has cooled even though it was only seconds ago that he had me pressed against the wall of the shower, grinding against me as our mouths couldn’t get enough of each other.

  He puts his hands on my shoulders, turns me around, and leads me out of the bathroom towards the bed.

  Yes! is all I can think of. I get to lay in that incredible bed, finally. I take a quick glance outside through the French doors and see that it is still down pouring and getting close to nighttime.

  What time is it? I am answered by the clock on the bedside table. Seven at night? Dear Lord, I slept long. I was exhausted.

  When I get over to the side of the bed, I sit and think about all the sleep I got today. I realize that I am very much awake, and now my sleep schedule is all screwed up. It’s going to take me a few days to get it back the right way.

  Dammit.

  As I was wracking my brain with the trivial subject of my sleep schedule, I failed to notice that Kevin had crawled up on the bed from the other side and is now sitting on his knees right behind me. W
hen I feel his hands on my shoulders, that passion we explored earlier is back in a hot second. He begins to assault me with slow and firm rubs along my shoulders, back, and neck.

  Oh wow, that feels good.

  I have never gotten a message before because I never saw the point, but I would definitely pay for this. I let my head fall, so he can work my entire neck, and it just feels better and better. I feel him shift on the bed as he comes closer to me. His hands leave my skin and move to my front. He pulls the corner of the towel out of its tucked place and peels it away slowly. Sweet torture. The thought of Kevin knowing the meaning of foreplay slams into my mind, and it makes me smile wider than I already am. I turn my upper body to look back at him, and there he is, sitting on his knees, completely at ease.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me? It’s like we never broke–” I stop. My eyes stare into the vacant space next to Kevin.

  “Please don’t think about it. I know what you are saying though. It feels like no time has passed. Although I have got to tell you, I have thought about you every day when we weren’t together,” he says to the mattress.

  I have now stood up and have crawled onto the bed, mirroring his stance, and I am sitting on my knees in front of him. I’m not going to be able to sit like this for long. My bad knee is already starting to kill me.

  He reads minds.

  He has stood up on his knees and pulled me up to do the same on mine. He puts one arm around my waist with his hand spreads across the small of my back, and his other arm is under my right arm and locked across my upper back. I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to. My cold skin is firmly pressed against his warm skin, and now I know that this is heaven. The kiss that follows this embrace pushes up the tension even further. It is so soft and so slow. I want to pick up the speed, but I don’t. The feeling just consumes me in every way possible.

  I then become aware that we are slowly shifting to the right towards the head of the bed. I put my arms behind me to stabilize me, so I don’t have to let go of this kiss. His arms also have let go of me and are locked straight on the mattress as he leads me willingly to the bed. When I am laid out fully on the bed, he lowers his body onto mine to connect skin on skin once again. I bend one leg and lay my foot flat on the bed as if I’m trying to corral him into my body or something. My hands go to the sides of his neck and sweep around to the back, and I pull him closer to me still. I feel one of his arms moving around, and when I open my eyes, I see that he is holding a small remote in his hand, and it’s pointed somewhere. When the music starts, it hits me. He really has thought of everything, hasn’t he?

  The sounds of Restless Heart, Shenandoah, Massive Attack, then Allison Kraus are going to accompany us through our ecstasy. He drops the control somewhere on the end of the bed and brings his hand back to me. That’s better.

  “Darlin’?” he says, inhaling deep and close to me.

  “Good Lord.” I can’t say anything else. It is like no time has passed. I can still remember everything about his body and his face. Perfection.

  “I’m going to show love to you now, Darlin’,” he says, making me look him the eyes.

  “I would love it if you would show me,” I say back to him.

  And with that, he lowers his face in the slope of my neck and begins to kiss and lick my skin. All the while, his body has moved against mine to find that one spot.

  “Fuuuck,” Kevin is starting to lose his handle on that control of his, and it’s only a matter of time.

  The spot is found.

  We both close our eyes, tilt our heads back, and fill the air with our joined moans.

  “Oh, God.”

  “That’s good.”

  We don’t know who says what because then we start to move with each other. The feeling of him so deep inside me with every stroke is indescribable, like he was made just for me because everything he’s doing ignites and pushes me further. His kiss, his hands, his stroke, his tongue, it has all been made for me, and he uses them on me repeatedly as we both work up to the amazing.

  “Darlin’ . . .” he locks eyes with me.

  Whoa intimate.

  “Come for me,” he whispers against my lips.

  And that does me in. I don’t know if it’s the words or how he says them, but they have the power, as well do other parts of his body, to push me over the edge and let the waves of pure bliss crash over me one by one.

  When I am good and bowled over from my orgasm, I put my lips against his and whisper the same, “Come for me, Kevin.”

  That did the job quite nicely. My words have the same effect on him. He stills after he tenses his entire body up and grabs on to slope of my neck with his teeth.

  Oh, that’s really good.

  After he is completely drained, he relaxes his body and lays on top of me, still breathing heavily and heart racing.

  “Kevin?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Kevin?” It isn’t my voice.

  “Kevin!” It is a woman’s voice, and it’s coming from downstairs.

  What. The. Fuck.

  Yeah that’s pretty much all that’s in my head. What the fuck.

  Kevin is now staring at me with dread, and he turns his head, so his ear is pointed to the door.

  “Kevin, where the hell are you? Are you okay?” It calls again.

  “Be right there,” he says loudly.

  “No you won’t.” It slips past my lips before I can stop it.

  “I know this is probably the worst time for Amber to drop b–” I stop him with my hand.

  “Are you fucking kidding me with this? You are telling me that AMBER, the girl that called to inform me that you were cheating on me, and the girl that stole my friend away from me just a handful of hours ago, is downstairs in your house while the same girl she has repeatedly fucked over is laying naked underneath you. Did I get all that right?” I am beyond pissed.

  “May, calm down. She’s usually not a bitch . . . I told her to come by later tonight, so we could all clear the air and be done with this. I lost track of time when I saw that you were leaving. All I thought about was you, not the time, and definitely not Amber.” He’s testing my rage.

  “Well, unless you want me to go downstairs completely butt-ass naked, I will be staying here,” I say, pushing him off me and sitting up. Damn, I was really enjoying this bed and the naked man that was in it with me.

  Kevin’s face looks ashamed as he climbs off the bed and walks over to the tall dresser, pulling the two doors open to reveal six shelves with clothes on all of them. He pulls something out from under a pile of folded shirts, and holds it behind his back.

  I throw my legs over the side of the bed with my arms straight and fists dug into the mattress. I have no idea what to expect at this point. My mind is still on the fact the Amber is downstairs.

  He stops in front of me but isn’t looking at me. He holds his hand out, and I see a folded pair of women’s panties.

  I look up at him with disgust on my face. No way he wants me to wear some other woman’s underwear. I go to say just that, and he looks at me.

  “They’re yours.”

  Yeah, he’s ashamed.

  I take them from his hand and see that they are in fact mine. As I put them on, I ask, “How the hell do you have my underwear?”

  He has moved back towards the clothes cabinet and has gotten him a pair of boxers and a fresh shirt.

  “I gave you my favorite shirt, and when you were sleeping, I took my favorite thing of yours. I wanted something to hold and remember you. I’m sorry if that makes me a freak, but I didn’t know what else I could take with me that you wouldn’t miss,” he says quietly as he pulls on his clothes.

  “Put some pants on or something please?” I tell him, still fuming.

  “What the hell can I wear?” I ask looking around. Leaving my car that has all my stuff in it at the end of the driveway is not looking like a good decision now.

  Shit!

  He pulls a button-down
shirt off a hanger that is hanging next to the shelves. He walks it over to me and holds it open. I stand and put my arms through the sleeves.

  As I button it up, I think about how this is all going to go down. I am going to walk downstairs in nothing but his shirt to have a serious conversation with a woman who is now my ex-best-friend and business partner’s new lover. Are you kidding me? Seriously, this is just getting ridiculous now.

  The shirt falls to mid-thigh, and although I wish it was a little longer, I’m just glad it’s not shorter. I roll the sleeves up on the shirt to about mid-forearm, and when I am rolling up the left one, I stop.

  Matt really grabbed me hard because now there is a deep-purple ring around my wrist. I haven’t even looked to see what my face looks like. Maybe when Amber sees it, she will let me know. And while she’s at it, she can see first-hand what has happened since taking Paul’s attention off his job.

  I hope she cries.

  When I see Kevin has pulled on some gym shorts, then and only then do I start to make my way to the stairs. Kevin steps in front of me and puts his hand flat on my stomach to stop me.

  “May… no fighting. I mean it. Just listen and say what you have to say, and this is over, okay?” He is begging me.

  “Please, darlin’?” There’s the beg.

  “No fighting, just talking,” I say with the ugliest fake superficial smile I can manage on my face.

  He rolls his eyes, grabs my hand, and turns towards the stairs. I feel my face getting warmer and warmer with each step down.

  No fighting. No fighting. Just listen, say what you have to say, May, and then get back upstairs.

  We walk into the hallway and I see our wet clothes laying on the floor.

  Jesus, did they see those? Oh well.

  Kevin picks them up and throws them into the bathroom.

  We hear someone in the living room. Kevin continues on to that room, and I duck into the kitchen, not looking over the breakfast bar at her. I need to reel it in before I lay my eyes on her. I open the refrigerator and grab a beer. He has Bud Light stocked. Great, now if I could only get my hands on some Crown.