“I can imagine. And don’t worry, I’ve been keeping him in line.”
Kennedy ran his fingers along the action figure boxes neatly arranged in the top drawer of the dresser, whispering outlandish names as he went.
Faye released me and shook her head. “I didn’t touch them. Get your panties out of a wad. I didn’t even want to be here, but Clarence said something about danger and contract killers and cyberterrorists, oh my.”
“It’s not a joke, Faye.” Kennedy tried on his adult tone.
“I didn’t say it was a joke. I just said we aren’t in Kansas anymore.”
Kennedy closed the top drawer, apparently satisfied that his Transformers were intact.
Faye pulled a bright floral muumuu from her suitcase and draped it across the bed.
“What is that?” Kennedy pointed. “A parachute?”
“If I have to stay here, I’m going to be comfortable. I don’t want to hear any lip from you about it. Dragging me over here when my shows are on. How come your brothers just got a warning and I got full-on kidnapped? How is that fair? A load of bull, that’s what this is.” She continued grumbling as I backed out of her room and Kennedy followed.
“I like her.” I smiled up at him.
“I like you, too, sugar,” she called.
Kennedy rolled his shoulders. “Great. It’s a lovefest.”
“Nobody said they liked you.” Faye closed the door for emphasis.
He puts his hands on his hips and hung his head. “She’s only been here for five minutes and I want to strangle her. Come on, Carey. Sooner rather than later. Don’t fail me now.”
“You aren’t fooling me. I know you love her.”
He peeked from beneath his lashes. “Maybe. But not enough to have to deal with her parachute fashion.”
“I’m sure it will look lovely on her.”
Fast as a boob flash on Bourbon Street, he reached out and pulled me to him. “I’d look lovely on you right now.”
“Kennedy,” I scolded, and pushed against him, but I didn’t try too hard. I was getting used to the feel of him, the way his skin brushed against mine with a singular jolt of heat.
“How about that joint bath we were talking about? Me and you, scrub-a-dub-dubbing?” He ran his hand down to my ass.
“You were talking about it. I was saying no and that I wanted to take my bath alone.” I reached back and gripped his wrist before yanking his hand north to my waist.
“I know.” He lowered his lids, desire written on his face. “But I’m generally pretty persuasive. All those courtroom victories. Countless jury verdicts. So many favorable mediations and arbitrations.” He leaned in closer as he talked.
“Convincing a jury of twelve with what averages out to an eighth-grade education is markedly different from convincing another lawyer, Counselor.” I let go of his wrist, and he slid it back south.
“I don’t know about that. I find that one on one, I tend to be even more persuasive.” He kneaded my ass and pressed into me until I had to grip his shoulders for balance. My thighs warmed and my heart kicked into a faster rhythm. “Here.” He lifted me and carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. “Let me show you.”
“No.” I groaned and shot a look at the tub as he tossed me down onto the bed.
“Don’t worry.” He smiled and dropped to his knees. “I’ll be quick and then you can bathe to your heart’s content.”
I pushed up into a sitting position, but he’d already slid his hands up my thighs and grabbed my panties, pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside.
“Kennedy . . .”
He ignored me and spread my legs, his palms firm and insistent against my inner thighs. The scrape of his five o’clock shadow across my skin was like the very first taste of chocolate—heady and almost too much.
He fastened his mouth on my pussy without warning. I jerked and squirmed, gripping his hair to try to slow him down.
“Kennedy!”
“Shh, do you want Faye to hear?” He grinned up at me. “Kinky, Ms. Carmichael.” He dived back onto my wet flesh, his face buried between my thighs.
“Oh!” I pulled his hair.
“Too loud.” He breathed across my clit and tsked before leaning over and snatching my panties from the floor. “Open your mouth.”
My eyes widened as he wadded the pink fabric of my panties into a ball.
“No, not a chance.” I clamped my lips shut.
He leaned over me, putting his palm to my chest and pushing me down into the bed. Gripping my hair with one hand, he attacked my neck with his mouth, his teeth grazing my jugular as he sucked and licked. He’d already memorized the spot that turned me into nothing more than a trembling ball of need. I panted and clawed at his shoulders. Before I knew it, he’d stuffed my panties into my open mouth.