She was about to hang up when the words came spilling off her tongue. “Kenny, instead of lunch would you like to come over and . . . fuck me?”
She heard a loud clanging sound, and jerked the receiver from her ear for a moment. “Kenny? Are you still there?”
“Sorry, I dropped the phone.”
Oh, God, did that mean she was going to have to repeat the invitation? She’d only used the crude word because he’d seemed to like saying it. Steeling herself to ask him again, she took a deep breath. “You probably didn’t hear me, but what I said was--”
“Holly?” Kenny interrupted.
“Yes?”
“I heard you just fine.” He paused, and she wondered if he was trying to make some excuse for not wanting to have sex with her again when he said, “I’ll be right over.”
Too numb to move, Holly stood there for a moment, thinking about all the delicious and naughty things she wanted Kenny to do to her and all the delicious and naughty things she wanted to do to him. Realizing he would be here any minute, she dropped the phone in its cradle and ran to brush her teeth.
She and Kenny were going to have sex again. Yes!
CHAPTER SEVEN
T he lakefront cottages had all been built in the early sixties. They were mostly one-story, all-season homes. Although a few homeowners had added second floors over the years.
Kenny was thankful Holly’s was constructed on a slab like his sister’s. It made getting in and out with a wheelchair fairly easy.
Holly was waiting for him at the front door when he rolled up the drive and onto the sidewalk. She was dressed in the same jeans and yellow sweater she’d had on earlier. Her feet were bare, her toes painted a bright coral color. Which, he discovered, pleased him.
“Hi,” she greeted him with a timid smile.
“Hi.” Kenny buzzed past her and into the living room. He’d only been inside once last winter for a party she’d thrown during the holidays. The place had been pretty run down when she’d bought it two years ago. But Holly had added skylights to brighten it up, not to mention all the hours of decorating she’d done.
The room was in mostly neutral shades with splashes of bright magentas and blues in the artwork and toss pillows. Her furniture was wicker with big, boxy, cream-colored cushions. Two antique trunks were being used as a coffee table and end table. And the floors were hardwood throughout.
Kenny liked her taste, and he’d told her so the last time he was here. No need wasting time telling her again.
“So,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows. He was hoping she’d invite him to check out her bedroom soon. He’d never been in that room and was definitely looking forward to it.
She flipped her hair off her shoulder and licked her top lip. “Are you sure you don’t want a sandwich?”
“I’m sure. But you go ahead, if you’re hungry.” He wouldn’t mind watching her eat. Just thinking about it was starting to turn him on.
“No, I’m fine. I had a big breakfast.” Her gaze flitted nervously around the room. “Jordan will be home around three. That gives us a little over two hours. Maybe we should get started.”
Good plan. Her gaze locked with his and Kenny felt his pulse skitter wildly.
“Unless you want to talk first,” she suggested.
Talk? Hell, no, he didn’t want to talk first. What did they have to talk about except what position they were going to use today. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself from saying, “Sure, we can talk first, if that’s what you want.”
Her butt immediately landed on the chenille sofa and she let out a noisy breath. She clasped her hands together in her lap and stared at him. “So,” she said. “What do you want to talk about?”
Kenny angled his chair so he could face her more fully. He shrugged. “Sports?”
She narrowed her eyes.
“The weather?”
She seemed even less enthusiastic with that topic. “Religion? Politics?”
“Can’t you think of anything more exciting than those
She heard a loud clanging sound, and jerked the receiver from her ear for a moment. “Kenny? Are you still there?”
“Sorry, I dropped the phone.”
Oh, God, did that mean she was going to have to repeat the invitation? She’d only used the crude word because he’d seemed to like saying it. Steeling herself to ask him again, she took a deep breath. “You probably didn’t hear me, but what I said was--”
“Holly?” Kenny interrupted.
“Yes?”
“I heard you just fine.” He paused, and she wondered if he was trying to make some excuse for not wanting to have sex with her again when he said, “I’ll be right over.”
Too numb to move, Holly stood there for a moment, thinking about all the delicious and naughty things she wanted Kenny to do to her and all the delicious and naughty things she wanted to do to him. Realizing he would be here any minute, she dropped the phone in its cradle and ran to brush her teeth.
She and Kenny were going to have sex again. Yes!
CHAPTER SEVEN
T he lakefront cottages had all been built in the early sixties. They were mostly one-story, all-season homes. Although a few homeowners had added second floors over the years.
Kenny was thankful Holly’s was constructed on a slab like his sister’s. It made getting in and out with a wheelchair fairly easy.
Holly was waiting for him at the front door when he rolled up the drive and onto the sidewalk. She was dressed in the same jeans and yellow sweater she’d had on earlier. Her feet were bare, her toes painted a bright coral color. Which, he discovered, pleased him.
“Hi,” she greeted him with a timid smile.
“Hi.” Kenny buzzed past her and into the living room. He’d only been inside once last winter for a party she’d thrown during the holidays. The place had been pretty run down when she’d bought it two years ago. But Holly had added skylights to brighten it up, not to mention all the hours of decorating she’d done.
The room was in mostly neutral shades with splashes of bright magentas and blues in the artwork and toss pillows. Her furniture was wicker with big, boxy, cream-colored cushions. Two antique trunks were being used as a coffee table and end table. And the floors were hardwood throughout.
Kenny liked her taste, and he’d told her so the last time he was here. No need wasting time telling her again.
“So,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows. He was hoping she’d invite him to check out her bedroom soon. He’d never been in that room and was definitely looking forward to it.
She flipped her hair off her shoulder and licked her top lip. “Are you sure you don’t want a sandwich?”
“I’m sure. But you go ahead, if you’re hungry.” He wouldn’t mind watching her eat. Just thinking about it was starting to turn him on.
“No, I’m fine. I had a big breakfast.” Her gaze flitted nervously around the room. “Jordan will be home around three. That gives us a little over two hours. Maybe we should get started.”
Good plan. Her gaze locked with his and Kenny felt his pulse skitter wildly.
“Unless you want to talk first,” she suggested.
Talk? Hell, no, he didn’t want to talk first. What did they have to talk about except what position they were going to use today. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself from saying, “Sure, we can talk first, if that’s what you want.”
Her butt immediately landed on the chenille sofa and she let out a noisy breath. She clasped her hands together in her lap and stared at him. “So,” she said. “What do you want to talk about?”
Kenny angled his chair so he could face her more fully. He shrugged. “Sports?”
She narrowed her eyes.
“The weather?”
She seemed even less enthusiastic with that topic. “Religion? Politics?”
“Can’t you think of anything more exciting than those
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