Kissing Kendall - Gone Wild

Now, she wasn’t sure she was physically capable of walking away.

Alex kissed the back of her neck as he pumped slowly into her. “You hungry, sweetheart?” He cupped her breast with one hand and pressed his other to her clit. Not circling. She was far too sensitive for that kind of stimulation at this point. But the light pressure as he fucked her slowly has her rising in a steady wave of pleasure.

She leaned back against him, letting him control this fully. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that right now.”

“Mmm.” He pressed another kiss to her neck. “Once more and we can go find food.”

Kendall gave a desperate laugh. “You’re bargaining orgasms for food right now.”

“Yeah.” Totally unrepentant, and she adored that about him. He didn’t pick up his pace, though. He just kept that low, languid movement as if he was enjoying drawing this out as much as she was.

She never wanted it to end.

Her body hadn’t gotten the memo, though. Her orgasm rolled through her in a soft wave that had her writhing against him. Alex flipped her onto her stomach and drove into her, desire turning them into desperate creatures. More, more, always more.

If this fling didn’t have a built-in expiration date, it might scare the hell out of her.

It took long minutes before their breathing settled back into something resembling normal. Kendall rolled to face him, and Alex immediately pulled her close. “So, about that food.”

She laughed against his chest. “I really don’t know if my legs will hold me after today.”

“That’s fine. I’ll hold both of us.”

How could he say things like that with a straight face? As if he wasn’t shaking her world right down to the very bedrock of her existence. She cuddled closer and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “In that case, food would be most welcome.”

They parted just long enough to shower and change. Through it all, Kendall kept wondering if she’d imagined the whole night in some kind of fever dream. Surely this wasn’t real. Surely she hadn’t thrown caution to the wind in the most dramatic way possible and fallen into bed with the sexiest man she’d ever met.

Surely she hadn’t had semi-public sex and a very public orgasm.

But when she opened her door, there Alex was. He grinned at the sight of her, as if she’d just delivered the best present and he couldn’t wait to open it. “I like the dress.”

She looked down at the dress in question. Floral, again. She hadn’t realized how much floral she owned until this trip. Too much, probably. Kendall smoothed down the fabric and returned his smile. “Thanks.”

His blue eyes went intense for a moment. “I’m not going to ask what you’re wearing under it.”

“Okay,” she said slowly.

“Because if I find out you’re pulling a repeat of last night, we’re not going to make it far enough from your room to get that food I promised you.” He caught her hips and pulled her a step into the hallway, waiting for the door to shut completely before he tucked her under his arm and pointed them in the direction of the dining room. They walked together as if they’d done this a thousand times before.

As if they fit.

No, she couldn’t think about that. Even if they somehow thought to extend this past the end of the trip, she lived in a completely different state. He obviously had deep roots in his town. She had a job that needed her, even if it frustrated her on a daily basis. Moving across the country for a man she just met…

What was she even thinking? Alex hadn’t promised her anything but right now. Stressing about a what-if scenario that would never happen was what she did when she wasn’t on vacation. What her sisters had teased her for ever since she was a kid. She wasn’t that woman right now. She refused to be.

They stopped just inside the room and she froze. All her friends except Aubrey sat around a table. Was she supposed to walk over there with Alex? It would invite questions she didn’t know how to answer, and put both of them on the spot. She glanced up to ask him… she wasn’t sure what, but she stopped when she noticed him looking at something intensely. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He gave himself a shake and smiled down at her. “I was just thinking I’m not in the mood for my friend to give me shit.”

Relief crashed over her, almost swallowing the pinprick of guilt. “Me, too.”

“Want to just grab a table over here?”

The coward’s way out, maybe, but she still wasn’t ready to face her friends on multiple different levels. “Please.” She clung to his hand as he led her to a table with a few free seats in the opposite direction of their friends. The guilt wouldn’t quite leave, though. Kendall cleared her throat. “I’m not ashamed of you. That’s not why I didn’t want to go over there.”