Not wanting the darkness to creep in and flood the happy memories of tonight, she did the one thing she knew would push them into the back of her mind. She looked up at Will, who was quietly looking down at her. Despite not knowing what she was contemplating, he knew he didn't need to fill the quiet with worthless chatter. She ran a finger over his masculine jawline. Her finger glided over the stubble as she reached his chin and moved up to trace her finger gently over his lips. He opened his mouth and gently sucked her finger into his mouth, his darkening eyes never leaving hers. His tongue swirled over her finger as he sucked on it.
Kenna placed her other hand on his stomach and traced the muscles running down to the waistband of his jeans, her fingertips sliding under the waistband as he forcibly removed her finger from his mouth and replaced it with her lips.
This time he wasn't gentle. He hauled her up against him so that she was standing on her toes, his hands kneading her ass as his tongue plunged into her mouth. Her breasts were smashed against his chest and yet she couldn't get close enough to him. Kenna hooked her leg around his waist and tangled her hands in his short hair, trying to pull him closer. The apex of her thighs rode the hard denim-clad length of his erection. As she moved up and down it, he used his hands on her ass to pull her tighter against him. She couldn't hear the moan coming from him, but she felt the rumble in his chest and knew she was echoing it.
Will removed one hand from her bottom, and she about jumped out of her skin in anticipation as she felt him move his hand to her stomach and slide it upward to her breasts. He was going so slowly that the anticipation had her shaking. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast, and she sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for him to explore further. A flood of light hit her eyes just as he was moving to cup her breast, and suddenly, she was hit with something cold and wet.
Sputtering, she and Will jumped apart. "Oh dear. I didn't know you two were out here. I was just emptying this flower vase. Well, since you're home, my dear, let’s get you inside and get you dried off. It looks plenty warm out there, but we don't want to take a chance of you catching a cold, now do we, William?"
Will shook his head as droplets of water went flying. "No, ma'am." He smiled and gave her a wink. "Goodnight, Kenna."
Before she had a chance to tell Will goodnight, Lily had ushered her in the house while clucking like a mother hen the whole way.
Chapter Ten
Kenna arrived at the courthouse twenty minutes early for her first day of work. She had woken up that morning hot and sweaty from reliving last night’s make-out session with Will and decided to get a jump start on her first day. She had on her most professional outfit: a black Versace fitted suit with a white silk shirt underneath. She had on killer four-inch Chanel heels that made her legs look as if they went on for miles, which, for any woman, justified the six hundred bucks she had spent on them last year. Sexy shoes also made up for the fact that it was hard to tell a group of male attorneys from a group of morticians. Apparently, when men founded the legal system, it was necessary to be somber to be taken seriously. The only way they thought they could do so nowadays was to dress in dark suits and look serious. One of these days, she swore she'd go to court in her scarlet red Versace suit just to see what would happen.
Just this past Friday, she had stood in the Kentucky Supreme Court and sworn "To support the Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of this Commonwealth, and be faithful and true to the Commonwealth of Kentucky so long as I continue a citizen thereof, and that I will faithfully execute, to the best of my ability, the office of attorney according to law, and I do further solemnly swear that since the adoption of the present Constitution, I, being a citizen of this State, have not fought a duel with deadly weapons within this State nor out of it, nor have I sent or accepted a challenge to fight a duel with deadly weapons, nor have I acted as second in carrying a challenge, nor aided or assisted any person thus offending, so help me God."
She did get a chuckle out of swearing not to have participated in a duel, but something about the language fit this Southern state where men were still gentlemen and old ladies with brooms guarded women's virtue.
She gave the courthouse one last look and started up the stairs. She went up to the fourth floor and stood in the security line.
"Miss Mason, come on through. You don't have to wait in line. You're not carrying a weapon, are you?" a deputy sheriff asked.
He was dressed in the standard brown uniform. He was tall and lanky. She guessed he could be around forty. The two deputies working the security line looked to be retired twice but were much more pleasant than she was used to. They also seemed to know most of the people making their way through.