The Line Between(67)
“You were saying?”
“I know exactly - ”
Her words were cut off when I pushed two digits inside her wet entrance. Her body jolted backwards with the force, and her tits swayed. “Exactly what?” I teased. “Finish your sentence, Kitten.”
She gave me a dirty look. “I would, if you’d just - ”
I repeated the motion, sliding my fingers out, and pushing back in. “Ah,” she cried out. “Dane, why are you doing this?”
I lowered my forehead to hers, and inhaled her shaky breath. “Because I want you talk to me, but you’re too stubborn. So I’m using the ‘Dane Winters’ equivalent of Chinese torture.”
My fingers set a steady pace, and Kennedy’s pants filled the room. Her lips were tempting me, so I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth, and lightly bit it. I felt her hands settle on my sides, her fingertips tickling the skin above my ribs.
“Please,” I begged against her mouth. “Talk to me.”
“I c-can’t” she mewled. “Not like t-this.”
I parted her slick lips until my thumb settled on her clit. The plea etched onto her face is what did me in, and even if she never ended up telling me what Amy had said to her, I wanted to reassure her anyway. The way she made me concede with a single look should’ve been an alarm going off in my head, but all I cared about was making sure that she didn’t have a single doubt about us. About this.
I made sure she was looking at me when I spoke so that my meaning would be clear, even if my feelings for her weren’t. One minute I planned on using whatever it was between us to get her to open up, and the next I was using it to erase her uncertainty.
“You don’t have to worry about Amy.” My hand slowed, and my fingers focused on one spot inside her. Her nails dug into my skin.
“She’s nothing to me,” I continued. “Whatever she told you, forget about it, and just trust me.”
I saw the struggle, the war she was waging with herself because she was scared to trust me. But for some reason – a reason I was in no frame of mind to figure out right now – I needed her to.
“Trust me, Kitten.”
I gave her time to decide while working her body with my fingers. I had to admit that my plan backfired, but the outcome would be worth it if she gave me the answer I was waiting for.
She stretched her neck and closed the gap between us when her lips met mine. Her kiss was urgent and just as she’d unknowingly given me a sense of relief, I returned the favor in kind. With a few more pressured strokes she fell apart. Her body quivered, and without breaking away, she cried into my mouth.
Her eyes finally opened, and I couldn’t help the upturn of my lips. “You’re gorgeous when you come,” I remarked.
“You’re full of shit,” she replied. “And you still don’t play fair.”
I eased my hand from her panties, and settled on top of her.
“I think we both know it’s no longer a game.”
We stayed silent, and the air became permeated with our unspoken words. It was hard to determine when things changed, but we couldn’t deny that they had.
Kennedy started to say something, but her phone rang and I lifted up so that she could answer it.
“Hello?”
I rubbed my hand down my face, suddenly feeling tired. I had a situation to take care of in my briefs, but that thought was interrupted when Kennedy jumped from the bed. Her body language changed, and I tensed. Something was wrong.
“Oh my God. Where are you?”
She cupped her mouth, and nodded, even though the person on the other end of the line couldn’t see her.
“Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She ended the call, and started moving around her room in a panic. I got up, and quickly walked over to her. “What’s wrong?”
Her head came up, and I saw the tears in her eyes. “I need to go to the hospital.”
“What happened?”
“That was Chase on the phone. He said Grady’s in the hospital, and it’s pretty bad.”
“Okay,” I kissed her forehead out of instinct. “Get dressed, and I’ll go with you.”
“No, you don’t have to. I’ll go alone.”
Not.
Happening.
“Let me drive you,” I said. “You’re upset.”
“I’ll be fine,” she protested. She stepped around me, and started picking up some clothes
“I didn’t ask you, Kennedy. I’m going with you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Kennedy
I COULDN’T TELL Dane how terrified I was. He’d driven me to the hospital, which was only fifteen minutes away, and had remained quiet the entire time. But then he took my hand, entwined our fingers together and managed to still the mess in my head without words.