Page 19 of Son of a Preacher Man
Rolling her eyes, Kelly tsked. “I was in a long-term relationship that would say otherwise.”
“Then why do you have birth control pills in your bathroom?”
Jesus, did you count the number of tampons under the sink too?
Stammering, Kelly plunked her hand down on top of his. This conversation had taken a weird turn. There are plenty of other reasons women take the Pill besides the most obvious one, not that she could think of any now. And what difference did it make to him anyway?
Kodiak pulled his hand out from under hers. “Look, I’ve been with Bo. Doesn’t mean I’m gay.”
“Bi?”
“I don’t think so. He was what I needed at the time.” His lip curling into a smirk, he winked. “You shouldn’t think of sexuality as being black or white, true or false, wrong or right. It’s…fluid. And it’s complicated, messy…sometimes it’s downright frustrating.”
“You sound like a shrink,” she mumbled under her breath.
He laughed at that. “She’d be delighted to hear it.”
“You have one?”
“Yeah.” Looking down at his lap, Kodiak went back to massaging her foot. “Does that concern you?”
Not exactly, but she had to admit her curiosity was piqued. Now was not the time to ask, though. Kelly pushed her toes into his thigh. “No, unless you’re some kind of psychopath who kicked puppies and drowned kittens when you were ten.”
“Not even close.” His index finger lazily swept along the tender arch. “You’re safe.”
Said the spider to the fly…
Just the way he said it made Kelly think she was anything but. Isn’t that what she wanted, though? To get caught up in his web.
She wet her lips. “That’s a relief.”
“Have you ever wanted another woman?” Raising his head to look at her, his finger ceased its movement. “Besides Stacy.”
“No.”
Apparently pleased by her answer, Kodiak grinned. Then lifting her foot to his lips, he kissed it. “Maybe one day I’ll put a baby in you.”
“With your dick?”
“How else?” Brow lifted, green eyes aghast, the look on his face was comical. “A turkey baster? Not happening, Snicks.”
Kelly tried to hold it in, but she couldn’t do it. Rising from deep inside her belly, it came out of her nose in a snort. She sounded like a rhinoceros. Not that she knew what they really sounded like, but still, it was ridiculous. Pulling her knees to her chest, the thought made her laugh all that much harder. So hard, that her stomach was cramping, she couldn’t breathe, and tears leaked out her eyes.
It seemed to go on forever, and try as she might, Kelly couldn’t make herself stop. Every time she caught her breath, she’d burst into another fit of giggles. She glanced at him through watery eyes, swiping the tears from her face. He was grinning. “Wait. Snicks?”
“Yeah, like those cookies you’re always feeding me.” Releasing the tie from her hair, Kodiak brushed her lips with his and whispered, “Sweet cinnamon sugar.”
“I know you like them.” Her toes curled in his lap, rubbing over the placket of his jeans.
“Damn right, I do.”
Then his fingers wound their way into her hair, pulling her down until her head landed on the sofa, cradled in his arm. He didn’t just kiss her. Kodiak took her lips like he owned them. Tracing them with his tongue. Biting them. Cushioning them between his own. Where Stacy’s kisses had been soft and sweet like cotton candy, his were a decadent dessert. A luscious gateau of Chiboust cream and caramel she’d been starving for.
He groaned, lips leaving hers, they skated along her jaw, down the column of her throat. Course denim pushed into thin cotton. God, his weight on her was glorious. Better than she imagined. Hard planes and angles demanding Kelly yield her softness, her body molded itself to his. She’d forgotten just how incredible it could be.
Her fingers, tangled in his long, thick hair, moved down his back to slip beneath his shirt. She wanted to touch his skin, the solid muscle, the heat of masculine flesh. His hand squeezed her bare breast. The hardness in his pants rubbed between her thighs. Sliding her hands inside his jeans, Kelly firmly gripped his ass, holding him to the place she needed to feel him the most.
“Fuck,” he growled, pushing himself against her.
