Chapter twenty-two
Lenny looked at him in numb silence, wondering if she had heard him correctly. "But...you don't even like me," she said quietly, frowning. "You didn't want to...er...the other night, you didn't want me at all." She tried not to look too downcast at that thought, but she couldn't help it.
Kevin sighed and pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her body and feeling surprised that she wasn't trying to pull away. "I wanted you alright, so badly that it hurt to pull back like that. But you have to understand, Sam trusted me, you trusted me, and I was about to betray that trust. And that's beside the fact that I'm far too old to be with you."
"You're not old," she said, unable to lift her head where he was holding her so close to his chest. "You certainly don't act old."
He chuckled. "No, no-one could accuse me of doing that," he murmured, turning his head so he could rest his cheek on her hair. "But that doesn't take away the years." He sighed and closed his eyes, really letting himself relax and enjoy just holding her. "Are you scared, right now?"
Lenny bit her lip and frowned slightly. No, scared wasn't at all how she was feeling at the moment, not when she was being held this closely against his huge body. She shook her head, not trusting her voice again yet.
"Good. Because I'm not angry, which means when I kiss you it will be because I want to kiss you, not for any other reason, right?" he asked, shifting her a tiny bit so he could tilt her chin up towards him.
"I...I guess," she murmured, looking up at him. "Are you going to, then?"
"Oh yeah, I'm going to," he said, his voice a slow deep rumble that made her shiver. Her eyes dropped to his mouth and watched as it got closer and closer to her own, wondering at her own lack of self preservation. She should be stopping him. She should be fighting. Why was she allowing him to do this to her again, when she knew he didn't really want her? Shut up, shut up, shut up! She ruthlessly clamped down on her thoughts. For God's sake, he was going to kiss her...and he was doing it because he really wanted to this time. Why the hell would anyone want to stop him, she wondered, her eyes drifting closed at the first touch of his warm lips.
Kevin watched with faint amusement as her eyes closed in preparation, and then he couldn't think anymore as he pressed her lips open and delved past them to the softness beyond, drinking in her taste and losing himself in her touch. He treated it as if it were their first kiss, letting his tongue roam over the edge of her teeth, tracing each tiny shape and texture she had as he became familiar with her all over again. All the other times he had done this, there had been too many other emotions flowing through both of them, but this time there was nothing in the way. His hand lifted and wrapped around the back of her neck, sliding under her hair to pull her more firmly against him, the movement nudging her mouth further open to his onslaught.
She couldn't have protested even if she'd had any inclination to do so. The way he held her made her feel special, protected and loved, and it was that last emotion that made her return his kiss with even more fervour. She explored him in much the same manner he was exploring her, and the fact that her starving lungs were about to burst was pushed brutally to the back of her consciousness. Her hands crept up around his neck until she could free his hair from the band he had tied it back with, and she instantly speared her fingers through it, the soft strands winding around her fingers as she held him to her. She heard him groan and a shudder ran through him seconds before he tore his mouth away from hers, breathing harshly as he looked into her dazed eyes.
"Jesus Christ," he murmured, shifting slightly to relieve the pressure his jeans were suddenly causing him. "Are you okay?" She nodded and licked her lips, tasting him on them. He tried to steady his breathing, but found it impossible with her so close to him. "I want to finish this."
Lenny frowned, staring at him with all her emotions clear in her eyes. "You...you don't want....oh," she said softly, lowering her eyes.
He watched her expression and frowned, wondering why she looked hurt all of a sudden. Then he rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't mean I want to end this....I mean I want to finish it, take it further." He stared down at her and waited for any hint of understanding, but got none, and he had to elaborate. "I want to take you somewhere where we can be alone and where I can make love to you. Completely."
Lenny's face instantly went bright red and she stared at him in amazement. "You do?"
"Yeah I do. But what with Sam and the party and...well, hell, everything...I guess that's just out of the question," he said, looking faintly disgusted with the situation.
"Not...not really. I...there's no-one at my house, and Sam said he'd be staying here until late evening at the very least. I know they took all the baby stuff they needed and I suppose..." Kevin's mouth coming down on hers cut off her rambling, and she immediately dissolved against him and became boneless for the duration of the kiss.
"Then what the hell are we waiting for?" he asked her, panting as he broke away for a second time and jumped out of the truck, helping her down after him and pulling her along the road towards her house. Lenny glanced back briefly and hoped no-one would see them, because sure as hell someone would come along and disturb them, and she really didn't want that to happen. At least, she didn't think she did. The short walk gave her time to think and her nerves started to appear as she realised the enormity of what was about to happen. Kevin Nash was going to make love to her. No, she thought, that wasn't right. Kevin Nash was going to make love with her. She was going to make love with Kevin Nash. Her heartbeat started picking up and she swallowed down a rush of panic. What if it hurt? What if it wasn't the way she had read about and she hated it? Worse, what if he hated it? By the time they reached her house and he pushed the door open, she was about ready to bolt and he couldn't help but be aware of it. He glanced at her briefly and then led her upstairs and into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them and sitting down on the bed so he could pull her onto his lap.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked her, making her blush as he used an endearment for the first time in ages. "Don't you want this?"
"I...I'm not...I don't know," she stammered in a small voice, not looking at him.
Kevin hugged her to him and smiled. "We don't have to, not if you don't want to or you're not ready."
"I do...but..."
"What, sweetiepie?" he asked, raising her chin so he could look into her eyes. He frowned when he got a good look at her. "Are you scared?"
She shook her head. "No. Well...not really."
"Not really?"
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "What if I'm useless at it?" she blurted out, looking really worried about it all.
He chuckled. "Baby, you won't be useless at it. I already know how you feel underneath me, remember?" he asked, chuckling again at her fiery blush, his warm hand cupping her cheek and stroking the soft skin. "Do you want me?"
"I think so, it's all so...fast," she whispered, her eyes huge.
"I guess it seems that way, after the way I've been acting. But it isn't too soon, not really, not for us. All that's important is that you really want me, right?"
"I guess so."
"And, quite frankly, I can't picture you giving anyone else what you're going to give me. You belong to me Lenny, you have for a very long time. It's just that neither one of us realised it and it's taken me too long to accept it. So how about we fool around a little, see where it leads? Anytime you want to stop, I'll stop. Okay?"
"Okay."
He nodded and lowered his head, kissing her in the most incredibly gentle way, his lips barely feathering over hers for what seemed like hours, until she was trying to push upwards to get more pressure. He obliged her, nudging her lips open and drawing her into a long slow kiss that made her dizzy, and it wasn't until he drew back that she realised she was laying down with him on top of her, his forearms holding his weight. He smiled down at her misty eyes and bent to nuzzle her jaw, his tongue marking a heated trail down the slender column of her throat before he sucked on the sensitive spot on her shoulder.
"Mmm, I like this top," he murmured, pulling the elasticated material downwards and finding it was easy to remove. The fact that she wore nothing underneath it at all made him like it even more and he grinned at her in an amazingly predatory way. She had just enough time to give a breathless laugh at the look and then she arched underneath him, her eyes closing and her hands clutching at his head when he put his mouth right over her nipple and sucked, drawing the hardened flesh into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it. He smiled against her smooth skin as she moaned, small shivers racing through her body as he stoked her passions. He moved to the other breast while his hands got busy undoing her jeans and easing them slowly over her hips, every movement so smooth that she wasn't aware of what was happening, she could only feel what his mouth was doing to her. By the time he reluctantly released her, she had her jeans down around her knees and he set about pulling them all the way off, having to remove her small sneakers to accomplish it. His big hands wrapped around her feet and he marvelled again at how small she was compared to him, his fingers stroking smoothly up her legs as he moved back so he was laying over her.
"Nearly there, baby, nearly bare," he murmured, grinning at her as he pulled the elastic side of her panties and let it snap back onto her hip, making her jump. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her breasts, the smooth skin slightly reddened from his ministrations, and all he wanted to do was feel that velvety hardness on his tongue again. But there were other treasures to uncover, he thought, eyeing her lips and bending to sample them once more. She was completely delicious to him, and he wondered if he'd ever get enough of her. Was this how Mark felt when he kissed Amy? He decided it must be, because he knew he could spend the rest of his life doing this.
He drew back and stared down at her, his hands framing her face as he studied her thoroughly. She was truly beautiful, he thought. A smile touched his lips. "I guess I should really be getting out of this shirt, hmm?" he said softly, pulling back and sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers moving to the hem of the T-shirt before he cocked his head sideways at her avid expression. "You want to undress me, babygirl?"
****And that's that chapter. Hahahahaha! Oh I am so cruel and unusual....I guess I should have finished this, but I've had too much wine and my eyes are starting to close. And another thing...it IS sneakers right? We call them trainers. God, this is all so confusing when you've had booze...Gosh I bet you don't even call it booze. Confusing! Anyway, hope you liked, I shall post more soon.....ish! By the way, please excuse any grmmar or spelling errors, but ya know...wine!****
