So he took a quick shower and crawled into bed with thoughts of Kathy’s lips on his mind.
* * *
Kathy stood in her cooler rearranging pots of flowers to maximize her space. She knew her mind wasn’t on flowers when she put a pot of carnations on the rose shelf. She hadn’t been able to sleep after talking with Kevin. She loved that he was considerate enough to ask if she was up before calling. He didn’t nag her about not being able to go out late because she had to be at the shop so early.
He was a guy who got it. Which was weird because Kevin had always been about partying all night wherever with whomever.
But his life didn’t seem any more exciting that hers with his work schedule.
She was kind of sad because she was ready to move their relationship forward and while they connected most days, it wasn’t the same as being together. She was looking forward to seeing him for brunch.
Walking out of the cooler, she heard someone banging on the front door. Customers never came in this early, and all of her regular delivery guys knew to come around back. She eased around the corner to see who was banging.
There was Kevin with a hand shading his eyes to see into the shop. What the heck?
She walked to the door and unlocked it. “What the hell are you doing here at five o’clock? I told you I can’t leave until Anna gets here.”
“True. But I also know that you don’t officially open until nine, so with the exception of whatever deliveries still come in, I have you all to myself.” He lifted the shopping bag in his hand. “I brought breakfast.”
She inhaled and caught the scent of eggs and bacon and coffee. “Mmm . . . I don’t remember the last time I ate a proper breakfast. I think this might be your best idea yet.”
Tugging him through the darkened shop, she led him to her office, where she moved invoices and files to a pile on the cabinet beside the desk. She took a moment to check him out in his suit, looking all businesslike and professional.
Kevin set the bag down and closed in on her. “Before we eat, this can’t wait.” He wrapped his hand around her nape and pulled her close.
He lowered his mouth to hers and she opened to welcome him in. His tongue slicked along hers and her blood raced. He took his time exploring her mouth as one hand coasted down the side of her body to her hip, anchoring her in place. Her nipples, which were already hard from being in the cooler, tightened and begged for attention.
She moaned into his mouth. She didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t had a steady boyfriend for a while or if it was simply Kevin’s talented tongue, but she wanted more. More of him. More of this.
His hand skated under her T-shirt and he palmed her breast. When he squeezed her nipple, her hips bucked in response, grinding against his leg, which was almost in the perfect position. He pulled away from her mouth and kissed his way across her jaw and then to her neck. Nipping and lightly sucking, he had her melting into a puddle of lust in seconds. Seconds that he drew out to minutes until her panties were damp, and she needed to be touched.
“We need to stop,” she gasped as he shifted and moved to her other nipple.
“Not yet,” he whispered against her neck.
Was he trying to push this until she stripped? She was stronger than that.
He worked his way back up to her mouth. He peppered her with kisses. “Let me touch you.”
It didn’t matter that his hand was up her shirt or that his lips had traveled all over her neck, she knew he wanted a more intimate touch. Part of her was ready to beg for it. “Five dates.”
She shifted to pull out of his embrace, but the hand on her hip pulled her tight to him. “No sex. I just want to touch you. I want to make you come. Right here, right now. Just stand there and enjoy it.”
His words were as intoxicating as the look in his eyes. She should say no, but she didn’t respond.
Kevin kissed her again, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth in an erotic dance. When the hand on her hip moved to the button of her jeans, he paused and looked in her eyes, waiting for confirmation. “I’ll stay fully clothed. Just you,” he murmured against her lips.
When she didn’t protest, his fingers flicked the button open and the hiss of her zipper being lowered matched the one from her mouth as his fingers skimmed the soft skin of her stomach. Kevin returned to assaulting her mouth as his hand found its way past her waistband and into her panties.
She was wet and when his fingers first made contact, he groaned. “So wet. For me.” Another kiss. “So fucking hot.”
He stroked, caressing her and barely touching her clit. Clever man. He wasn’t going to make this fast or easy. She should’ve remembered that about him. He liked to keep her close until she was crazy with need. She should’ve backed out. She should’ve known better, but this felt too good.
He felt too good.
Every touch, every lick, every pinch. It was his way of reminding her that he would decide what happened next. That would be a problem to dissect later.
Right now, all she cared about was getting off.
She rocked her hips against his hand, using his palm to send rockets of pleasure through her body. He pushed one finger and then two into her, thrusting to the rhythm she created.
Kevin stepped forward, pushing her back until her ass bumped the edge of the desk. She leaned against it, which allowed her to open her thighs more, giving Kevin more room to do his magic.
He had her gasping and
