Chapter eleven
Lenny stared at him, embarrassed at the question even though it wasn't exactly something she could help. "Would it...does it matter?"
"So you are?" he asked again, his hand still absently caressing her soft skin.
She gave a deep sigh and dropped her eyes. "Yes." Great, she thought. Now he wouldn't want to touch her ever again. So she was shocked when one big hand lifted back up to cup her breast again, his thumb rubbing insistently over the tip, and her eyes flew to his.
Kevin smiled at her, his eyes holding desire still, and something else, something she couldn't define. "I just wanted to make sure," he murmured, raising his eyebrows. "All the signs were there, but it wasn't until you said you didn't know what you needed, that it really got through to me."
"But you're not stopping," she blurted out.
"Well, no. I don't want to, unless you want me to?" he said, his smile lighting his eyes up. "I like touching you, babyface, I like it a whole lot."
"I like it too," she whispered, staring at him with big eyes.
"Good," he whispered back, leaning down to take her lips in a burning kiss that swept all her doubt and embarrassment away, his hand helping the process along as it swept over her body, pushing her dress out of the way almost without her noticing. It was only when that same hand ran down over her stomach and moved between her legs, that she had the sense to open her eyes, and she made a small sound of protest. He stilled instantly. "Don't you want this?"
"I...I don't...kn...know," she stammered, her legs squeezing closed around his hand.
"Want to try it out and see?" he asked her, leaning in and nuzzling her neck. "I'll stop if you don't like it, I swear."
"I...I guess..." she began, and he started rocking his hand slowly, her tightly clamped legs not stopping him remotely. She gasped at the sensations this small movement caused and her legs slackened a tiny bit, letting him move his hand more freely. He instantly took advantage, and massaged her through the thin material of her underwear, using the heel of his hand in a small circular motion that soon had her arching towards him for more.
"Do you like it baby?" he whispered in her ear, knowing she was but needing to hear it.
"Mmm," she murmured, biting her lip as she concentrated on what he was doing to her. Streaks of pleasure ran through her at high speed, and she got the sudden urge for something more...for him, for all of him. "I want you," she said, her voice husky and low.
Kevin smiled and kissed her again. "I want you too, baby, but I think that's a little too much for tonight. Maybe next time, when you have more time to think about it," he said, searching her eyes and seeing the moment his words registered.
"You...you don't want to?" she asked, sounding tragic.
Kevin chuckled and took her small hand, kissing the palm before he moved it down his body and pressed it over the hardness she had caused. "Does this feel like I don't want to? Baby, if I was any harder, I swear I'd die from lack of blood to the brain!"
Lenny looked down at where her hand was, blushing furiously as she saw the enormous bulge outlined in his jeans, and she felt faintly proud that she had made him like that. "Can't we?" she asked helplessly, her body still tingling from his touch.
"I don't think it's a good idea right now," he said, chuckling again at her eagerness. "I don't want to hurt you, and I will if we get into it now. We'll wait, okay?"
"Okay," she said softly, her eyes dropping to where her hand was again, and she moved her fingers over him with fascination. Her eyes jerked back up to his when he groaned, and she stared at his face, amazed at the way his eyes had closed tightly and he looked like he was in pain. She moved her fingers again and he bit his lip. "Does it hurt?" she asked him.
"Do it again and I'll tell you," he murmured, letting out a deep breath when she did so, her small hand squeezing him through the snug denim. "Okay, no, that...geez...that doesn't hurt. Damn, I think you'd better stop, honey," he said, his eyes opening and fixing on hers as he removed her hand from him and tried to steady his breathing. At her look of confusion he chuckled. "I can't hold out for very long against that sort of thing, babyface. Another couple of seconds and you'd find me inside you."
"Oh," she said, her mouth dropping open and her face going bright red, making him chuckle again.
"Yeah, oh," he said, sitting up and pulling her with him, his eyes feasting on all the pink nudity before him. He sighed and grabbed her dress, starting to put it on her with more haste than care. "When did I suddenly get morals?" he grumbled as the last bits of her were hidden from view. His hand reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear, a smile softening his features. "You can stay here tonight if you'd like."
"I can?"
He nodded and stood up, pulling her up gently. "Yeah, you can. I'm sure Sam would like me to keep an eye on you." His words disappointed her because she had thought that maybe he wanted to make sure she was okay, and now it seemed he was only doing it because of Sam. Kevin saw the look cross her face and he tilted her chin up, making her look the long way up at him. "And I want to be sure you're safe," he said, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck and drawing her closer to him.
"Okay," she sighed happily, resting her cheek on the lower part of his enormous chest and closing her eyes. "Can I stay with you?" she asked him, not liking the idea of being totally on her own.
Kevin stood holding her and frowned. He didn't know if he had that much control. "You want to sleep in my arms, babygirl?" he asked her, his voice deep as he gave in and admitted to himself that he didn't want to be apart from her right now. She nodded and he folded his arms tighter around her, hoping his willpower was as good as he thought it was. "Then let's go."
Lenny gave a gasp of surprise when he scooped her easily up and carried her out of the room, ordering her to switch the lights off as they went. "I can walk," she said, staring at him with huge eyes and wondering how everything had changed between them so fast.
He looked down at her as he climbed the stairs, his eyes glittering. "I prefer it this way. That a problem?"
She shook her head and gave a shy smile. "I kind of like it."
"Really? Why's that?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow as they reached the upper floor and he continued on to his bedroom.
"You make me feel safe," she said, giving a small shrug as she looked over at the huge bed he slept in.
Kevin looked at her with faint surprise. "I do?" At her nod, he gave a pleased smile. "Not many people ever feel safe with me, sweetiepie. I'm too damn big, like the evil giant out of a fairy tale."
"But you're not evil, not really. You have a horrible temper though, but underneath it all you're really sweet," she said, her face a vivid colour as she spoke. It was hard giving a compliment to this man, she decided, but he looked like he needed it all the same.
Kevin carried her to the bed and laid her down on the soft mattress, leaning over her. "I haven't always been so sweet to you though, have I?"
"Well....I guess...I deserved it, I was a bit of a brat," she said, unable to tear her eyes away from his, the way he was looking at her making her feel hot all over. "But you came for me when I needed you. I didn't say thank you, did I?"
An incredibly sexy grin transformed his face. "You said thank you alright, just not with your voice. But you're welcome, baby," he said, leaning down to give her a light kiss that made her wriggle about underneath him. He drew back and started carefully peeling her dress off her, his eyes following the material as it slid away from her skin and revealed the fact that he hadn't replaced her bra. He grinned again and wiggled his eyebrows. "Very, very, very nice," he murmured, unable to resist stroking one big hand down her body as he finally pulled the material completely off. He looked briefly down at her pretty lacy panties and had to swallow and look away before he ripped them off her too. "I...er...guess we'd better leave those on."
Lenny was still blushing and she had to fight the urge to cover herself up with her hands, but eventually she couldn't help it and she crossed her arms over her chest. The movement made him look at her again, and his eyes held a gleam of amusement. "Feeling shy, honey?" he asked her, pulling her to sit up as he sat on the edge of the bed. He quickly pulled his black T-shirt over his head and stuffed her into it, nodding happily when he was done. "There, now you don't have worry. It looks good on you," he mused, cocking his head to one side and making his hair spill over his shoulder.
Lenny followed the way his hair fell and found herself staring at his enormous chest, now bare and almost shouting at her to touch it. She licked her lips nervously. She had seen him without a shirt before, in fact she had seen a lot of the other wrestlers without a shirt, but never this close up, or in such an intimate situation. But, oh dear God, he was gorgeous, she thought. When he laughed she managed to tear her eyes away from the vast expanse of muscle and look up into his eyes. "You know, I can tell exactly what you're thinking by the look on your face," he said, cupping her chin in his palm. "You look like you want to eat me up. And you know what? Another time I'm going to let you." He gave her a wink and another smile and then stood up, unbuttoning his trousers and starting to slide them down over his hips, aware all the time that she was watching him with those fascinated grey eyes. It made him want to strip off completely, but he kept his boxers on, not wanting to scare the life out of her or leap on her and have his wicked way.
Lenny was struck dumb as her eyes followed his jeans to the floor, and she stared at his incredibly long, muscular legs. She could see some faint scars on his knees, and she wondered if they were from the operations Sam had once spoken about, but she didn't want to pry, so she didn't say anything. His feet, when he took his socks off, made her giggle, and she had to cover her mouth up and look away when he glanced at her.
"What's so funny?" he asked indignantly, standing up straight and planting his fists on his hips.
"Nothing," she mumbled, still trying to control the sudden mirth.
"Don't give me that," he said, his eyes narrowing as he leapt onto the bed and pinned her beneath him in one swift move. "Tell me what's funny."
"It's your feet," she said, letting a giggle escape. "They're so big, and bony...they don't look real!"
"There's nothing wrong with my feet!" he said, looking down the bed and turning his foot this way and that as he rolled off her. "They're perfectly normal."
"Yeah, for an alien!" she retorted, laughing fully now as she got another look at the enormous feet. "The toes look like fingers!"
Kevin couldn't help smiling at her giggles and he pulled her leg up, grabbing her annkle so he could examine her foot. "Well, yours look...actually they're kind of cute," he said, staring at the tiny little toes with their pink glittery nail polish. "Your feet are tiny, like a doll or something."
"Compared to yours, anybody's foot is small," she said, wiggling her toes when he stroked a finger over them, trying to squirm away from him.
"Something wrong? This isn't tickling you, is it?" he asked with a wicked grin, his finger stroking over the arch of her foot and making it curl up.
"Don't you tickle me!" she said, pulling harder. "I'll get violent!"
"I'm very, very scared," he said solemnly, immediately releasing her foot. "Promise me you won't hurt me, and maybe we can get some sleep."
Lenny giggled again. "Okay, I promise," she said, her eyes following his movements as he lifted her up with one arm and pulled the covers back before placing her back on the bed and covering her up.
"Okay, then," he said, climbing into his side of the bed and covering himself, then switching the light off. "Now go to sleep, you little pest," he murmured, laying his head on the pillow and looking at her profile in the moonlight streaming in the window.
She turned over onto her side and shifted about restlessly, turning back again and facing him, her eyes open. "Kevin?" she asked, her voice soft.
"Mmm?"
"Can I have a cuddle?"
He chuckled and reached for her, drawing her over until she was laying half on top of his chest. "I forgot you wanted to sleep in my arms. Is this better, baby?"
"Mmm, this is nice," she whispered, knowing somewhere in her mind that this was really stupid, but for now snuggling against him and closing her eyes with a deep sigh. "Goodnight Kevin."
"Goodnight, sweetiepie," he murmured, dropping a kiss on her head and closing his own eyes. Surprisingly he drifted straight off into a peaceful sleep, not having expected to do so. He had thought his body would keep him awake all night, but the feel of her was strangely comforting, and he fell into a sleep unlike any he'd had for a very long time.
