Covering Kendall(28)
She grinned at him, and she let out a breath. “How long has it been since you—well, since you slept with someone?”
“Six months,” he said.
He’d had plenty of volunteers, but he’d rather jerk off in the shower than have another meaningless fuck. Most guys would give their left nut to have scores of women at their beck and call, or better yet, women who came right out and propositioned him on a regular basis. He was ready for something more, a relationship that meant something. They both knew this couldn’t last, but he wanted her anyway.
“It’s been a year for me.” She rolled onto her back and looked up into his face. “Bad breakup.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She looked a little surprised. “I’m naked, you’re naked—isn’t this usually not a great time for a detailed conversation about previous relationships?”
He moved the bangs out of her eyes with one hand. He rolled onto his back and pulled her into his side, wrapping one big arm around her.
KENDALL RESTED AGAINST a chest that looked like it was carved from granite. Warm, clean-smelling, golden-toned granite with springy, coarse dark blond chest hair and light-brown, flat nipples. He reached one hand behind his head, twirled his long hair into a low coil of sorts to get it out of the way, and wrapped his other arm around her.
“Before we talk about the stupidest man in the universe, there’s a few things I’d like to say to you. I don’t have sex without using a condom. I’m tested for STDs yearly. I stopped screwing as a recreational pursuit when I was in college. In other words, I don’t have sex unless there’s feelings involved.”
She had to smile while her fingertips explored his chest. She wanted to trail her hands over every inch of him. She moved one thigh over his leg and brushed his erection; he must have been ready to explode, but he was waiting for her. Showing up at her front door with her lost cell phone and a bouquet of flowers had just been eclipsed as the most romantic thing any man had ever done for her.
He wanted to talk first. Most guys didn’t want to talk at all, before or after. She hauled in a breath.
“I get tested with my physical every year now for the team’s insurance policy. I don’t have sex without protection, either. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was in grad school, so my number’s relatively low,” Kendall said. “I prefer sex with feelings too.”
“But you’re nervous.”
“Please tell me you’re not secretly married and have two kids and a wife in Connecticut.”
“No, I’m not and no, I don’t. I’ve never been married. I’d like to marry just once.”
She was going to rock Drew’s world, as many times as he’d like her to, and then she was going to tell him about Tony.
Kendall took a deep breath, and the clean scents of soap and the outdoors filled her lungs. That distinctive scent would always mean Drew to her. Even though he’d mentioned a subject that usually left her feeling betrayed and sad, her body was ready for what they both knew was going to happen. She’d never wanted like this before, and the only thing she was afraid of right now is that one night wouldn’t be enough to lose herself in his big, strong body.
She grabbed his face with both hands and looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
“Drew McCoy, I’m going to make you the happiest man in Santa Clara right now.”
“Done,” he said. He covered her mouth with his seconds later.
She skimmed her hands over bulging biceps, an abdomen so cut she could grate cheese on it, the smoothness of his back. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, which didn’t quite fit, but seemed to make him happy. She couldn’t resist cupping his butt in both of her hands. She felt him hard against her abdomen, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to penetrate her. Mostly, she luxuriated in his long, slow, tender kisses that started a different kind of trembling. He was touching her with big, gentle hands, but she was hotter than the surface of the sun from his deep, unhurried exploration of her mouth. She wondered what was going to happen when he got around to the rest of her.
“Drew,” she finally murmured.
“Yes?” He’d moved down and taken one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasped. “I’m guessing you like that.”
“Uh huh. Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
She heard a low chuckle. “Let’s see if I can figure out something else you might like.”
“You must be really into kissing. Oh!”
“I am, but I like this even more.” He took her nipple back into his mouth and reached between her legs. He stroked her, wetting his fingers with her moisture. She let out a moan and arched toward him. “Easy,” he said. “Let’s take our time.”