Chapter twenty-eight

As it turned out, they both fell asleep again and spent most of the morning in bed, finally waking up at gone eleven. When Kevin saw the time he swore, quickly jumping out of bed and slipping on his clothes, aware of the appreciative gaze resting on him as he did so. "I'm sorry honey, I should have gotten up sooner, this has ruined our day," he said, staring at her with regret.

"It's okay, it was nice laying with you," she said simply, smiling at him as she stretched. The movement stretched the T-shirt over her breasts and she found him staring at them when she relaxed, giggling at the lustful look.

"Well, I may not be able to touch, but I can't help looking can I?" he asked, sounding disgruntled. "I guess the day's not a complete loss. Come on, get up and shower lazybones, then we can go to Mark's and I can make you my world famous omelette."

"You can cook?"

He planted his hands on his hips and raised his chin arrogantly. "Yes, I can cook. Why shouldn't I be able to?"

"No reason. I just thought that dumb blond guys couldn't do anything apart from look sexy and..." she broke off and leapt of the bed as he lunged for her. His eyes narrowed as she stood next to the bed.

"You think you can get in the bathroom before I get to you?" he asked her.

"I think I can try," she said, giving him a cocky smile.

"I think you'd better," he countered, starting to move again and making her squeal as she ran towards the small bathroom. He caught the back of her T-shirt before she got through the doorway and hoisted her around to face him. "Too slow, baby."

She found herself falling onto the bed a second later and turned onto her stomach whilst he pulled her shirt up. "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you a lesson," he replied, grabbing her underwear and pulling them down just enough to expose her smooth backside.

"Hey!" she shouted, squirming in his easy hold and trying to see what he was up to.

His fingers gently caressed her skin before he lifted one big hand and let it come down with a resounding slap, making her stiffen and yelp. "There, that should do for now," he said, dropping a kiss on one tempting globe before pulling her panties back up and turning her over, grinning down at her.

"That hurt!" she accused him, reaching a hand down and rubbing at the spot he had smacked.

"Good, now you know what will happen if you keep insulting me. Next time I won't stop at one," he told her, grinning again as she shot him a deadly look.

"Typical big bully," she said, glaring at him in mock anger. "Worrying about hurting me one minute and then slapping me the next!" At her mention of her other aches and pains he went still again and looked guilty, and she smiled at him. "See, now you're feeling bad again and it's all because you slapped me!"

"No, it isn't, I wanted to slap you and I'd do it again!" he said, relaxing and grinning again.

"Bully," she murmured as he put more of his weight on her and leaned in to take her lips in a light kiss.

"That I am," he admitted, smiling and lifting up again so she could get off the bed. "Go shower and we can go make lunch."

She did as he asked and shut herself in the bathroom, trying to be as quick as she could about showering so they could spend more time together. She hadn't realised what fun it would be to be with Kevin. She had just wrapped a towel around her when he knocked on the door.

"Come on, my stomach thinks my throat's been cut!" he said through the wood, sounding impatient.

"I'm going as quick as I can!" she said, giggling at his exaggerated groan of hunger. "I can't dry myself at super speed you know!"

The door opened and his head poked around it, a big grin on his face when he saw her. "I can help if you'd like?"

"I think I can manage," she said, holding the towel in front of her and waiting for him to leave, but he eased into the room and closed the door behind him instead, looking wicked.

"I'm not sure that you can cope," he said, advancing on her and flicking at the towel, gently prising it away from her grasping fingers until he could lift one edge. "All those curves need to be treated carefully." He grinned at her and wiggled his eyebrows before whipping the towel away from her body and looking her up and down, heaving in a deep breath at the sight. He reached out one hand and smoothed it over her hip, squeezing the flesh gently and chuckling at her red face. "Shy?"

She nodded and went to grab for the towel, but he quickly held it up, out of her reach and shook his head. "Kevin," she groaned, wanting to cover herself up again, and he finally relented, dropping the towel around her shoulders and starting to dry her off.

"There, all dry," he said when he had finished and he pulled her against him, kissing the top of her head. "Let's get you dressed and we can go."

Lenny tried to protest when he started sorting through her underwear drawer, but he ignored her and chose every item of clothing before slowly dressing her. "I'm not a doll," she said, giving him a mock glare that just made him laugh.

"Yes you are, baby," he said, stepping back and surveying his handiwork with a nod of satisfaction. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room, waving to Rachel as they sailed past her and out of the house.

Lenny let herself be led along, grinning as she enjoyed the simplicity of just walking next to him holding his hand. He looked down at her and caught the look, raising an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

She shook her head and grinned. "Just enjoying myself."

A slow smile curved his lips and he squeezed her hand. "Me too."

When he let them into Mark's house and went into the kitchen, they found Amy sitting at the table feeding a grape into Mark's mouth.

"Oh God, you're not doing the roman emperor theme are you?" Kevin asked, shaking his head and laughing when Mark glared at him.

"Go away," the other man said grumpily, turning back to his wife and giving her a soft smile.

"I can't do that, I promised Lenny I'd make her some lunch," Kevin said, sitting her down in a chair and keeping one hand possessively on her shoulder.

"Well, I guess that's okay. We're going out to eat and we'll probably be gone for a couple of hours, so you'll have the house to yourself," Mark said, shrugging. "I thought you were going to see Page today?"

"Yeah, I said I would," Kevin replied, looking and feeling reluctant. But Page was his friend, and he had promised. As Mark and Amy left the room, he went about getting all the ingredients together and started whipping up the omelette, aware that Lenny was watching his every move with great interest. "Stop staring," he told her, smiling across at her.

"I can't help it. It looks weird you being all domestic," she murmured, propping her chin in her hand as she watched. "Want any help?"

"Nope, you just sit there and look pretty," he said, pouring the egg mixture into the pan. "I wouldn't want you ruining my cooking, now would I?"

"Looks like you could probably do that all on your own, " she shot back.

He turned and looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he pointed the spatula at her. "Watch your mouth, young lady, remember what I said about insults?"

"You don't scare me," she said, studying her nails and trying to look nonchalant. One look at his face and she knew he was aware she was bluffing.

"That's a big fat lie," he murmured, turning back to his cooking and concentrating on the task instead of her.

Before long he was placing a plate in front of her, a fragrant, soft omelette sitting on it with toast to one side. "There," he said, sitting down opposite her and starting to instantly attack his own plateful. "Go ahead and try it, it won't poison you."

She could tell that he was waiting for her to say something on his cooking ability, so she remained silent throughout the meal, wiping her mouth delicately before looking up at him and smiling at his impatient expression.

"Well?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Well what? Oh, the omelette, you mean?" she said, glancing at her plate and twisting her lips thoughtfully. "It was okay, I suppose."

"Only okay? It must have been better than that, you ate it all," he said, looking vaguely disappointed. "Tell me you liked my cooking," he ordered her, looking like a petulant child.

"Okay, I liked your cooking," she said obediently and he glowered at her.

"Don't just tell me because I told you to!"

"I thought you wanted me to say I liked it?"

"I did, but not because....you are so annoying!" he said, folding his arms over his chest and glaring.

"That's because you can't get the better of me, and it's killing you," she shot back, giving him a cheeky grin.

"You think I can't get the better of you?" he asked her, grinning right back at her, his eyes glinting.

"You never have been able to, you always resort to brute strength," she said, watching warily as he pushed his chair back and stood up.

"I guess I do, and since it always works so well, I don't think I'll bother changing my methods yet," he said, and rushed around the table, grabbing her before she could get away and hoisting her over his shoulder.

She gasped and slapped his back. "Kevin! You put me down!"

"Nope," he said, sounding cheerful as he strolled down the hall.

"I'll be sick!" she warned him, unable to stop a giggle as he started whistling tunelessly, ignoring her. When she saw that they were headed for the pool she squirmed. "Don't you dare throw me in there!"

"Would I do something like that?"

"Yes! And you did it before! You can't do that!"

"Yes I can."

"You shouldn't!"

"Why not?"

"Because...because....er....you mustn't go swimming straight after a meal. I'll drown!" she squealed as he stood at the edge.

"You do have a point," he murmured, sliding her off his shoulder and slowly down his body, his eyes twinkling as he made her aware of every inch of his physique. "I guess I'm going to have to find another way of getting the better of you, hmm?"

"You could always forgive me instead," she said, putting her arms as far around his waist as she could and tilting her head up to give him a winning smile.

He chuckled and squeezed her to him. "I could...but it's so much more fun if I don't."

She pouted. "That's not fair."

"No, what's not fair is you pouting like that, because you look...adorable," he said, sounding almost dreamy as he gazed down at her. "How am I supposed to get even with you if you look adorable?"

"Well, I guess you won't be able to?" she asked hopefully.

He narrowed his eyes and gave a sigh. "You guess wrong, sweetheart. But right now I have to get going to see Page, so you're off the hook for a while."

"Oh," she murmured, frowning. She didn't want him to go anywhere.

"What's this? Are you disappointed because I'm not gonna punish you?" he asked, tilting her chin up with one finger.

"No, I just....when will you get back?"

He smiled softly. "A couple of hours, maybe three. I'll definitely be back in time for dinner. Are you going to miss me, babygirl?" When she nodded he chuckled and hugged her even tighter. "I won't be long, and if it helps, I'm gonna miss you too."

Lenny snuggled against him contentedly, sliding her hands up over the muscles on his back and pressing closer to him. She felt him laugh again and then he pulled back, bending down to give her a slow kiss that made her head swim.

"Come on, I'll walk you home and then I've got to go," he said reluctantly, leading her out of the house, his big hand enclosing hers. When they got back to her house he lifted her up and kissed her more thoroughly, groaning as he finally released her lips. "Invite me to dinner."

"Come to dinner," she said immediately, smiling dreamily at him.

"I'd love to," he replied, grinning as he slid her down his body again and then taking her hand and drawing it to his lips to plant a soft kiss on the back of it. "I have to go. Mark loaned me one of bikes, so that should make the journey go past even faster, and before you know it I'll be back. See you later, darlin'." With a wink he was walking away, and she watched him go, fiddling with her earring as she did so. She frowned when she felt her other ear and then remembered that her earring had been missing the previous night when she had returned home. She assumed it would be in his truck somewhere and she decided she'd go and have a look later on, maybe get the keys off Mark and Amy when they got back.

****Hope it's okay, cos I'm not happy with it...I can't seem to get motivated, even the pictures aren't helping...although that particular one....with the foam and....God that was a good one....and the cages....Geez...drool....oooh....!****