together last night I’m not convinced this is over. These changes take much longer than a month.
Kent returns an hour later with food, a bag of ice, and a six pack of beer. He brings me a sandwich bag full of ice and then makes a spread out of the Chinese food on the coffee table.
His mouth thins when he eyes my pillow fort. “I’ll buy a new couch,” he promises.
“Thank you.” I lean over and kiss him softly on the cheek, taking the plate he made me.
He turns his head to the side and kisses my tender lips gently. “Ice your mouth. I want it later.”
A thrill goes through me at his words. I bring the ice to my mouth and eat with the side that isn’t puffy and sore. “I fought because of you. You’d better make it up to me tonight.”
“I plan to. I’m going to make love to that smart mouth all night.” I start to eat faster and he laughs. “Slow down. Have a beer with me first.” He uses my keys to pop the cap on a beer, then hands it to me. He does the same for himself and then we clink bottles. “To trying.”
“To trying,” I cheer back.
Together we drink, holding eye contact, each of our gazes a mirror of the other. We both want the same thing. That buzzing is back. Now it knows exactly what we can do together. I want Kent Nicholson to make love to me all night.
He leans back with his plate and changes the channel to a football game, breaking the connection before we tackle each other. I’m still not a fan. I eat, ice my face, and worry like crazy about Becca. After I’ve finished I excuse myself to go change out the laundry and use the opportunity to convince myself she won’t dislike him as much I know she already does.
I fear who she’s coming home to. I’m not the same Raina she left for school. I learned how to stand on my own two feet, and though my footing can be unstable, it supports me. All she’ll see is how badly I’m wobbling though. She’s only going to see the tear stains on my cheeks, the uncertainty in my eyes, and the bruises on my face. Becca is coming home in time to witness my destruction.
After I switch out my clothes I take my sheets upstairs, pass a quiet Kent on the couch, and fix my bed. It smells so good I lay in it, rolling around in the clean bedding like a kitten. I may even purr.
Kent comes in mid pillow sniff and smirks at me. I drop my pillow and lie there on my back, staring up at him.
“I iced my mouth.” I hold out my hand.
He closes my bedroom door and kicks off his boots. He pulls his shirt over his head. He undoes his zipper and belt. His jeans hit the floor and he’s standing there in only his white boxer briefs. I wonder if I should undress myself as well. Before I can get to my shirt he’s already crawling his way to me. My legs open, making room for him. He rests on top of me. His lips find me willing and eager. I don’t mind the pain in my lips right now. I bring my fingers in his hair and press his face harder against me since he’s being gentle.
“Don’t hold back, Kent. I need you right now.”
He doesn’t need any more prompting. His lips devour me. I feel like he hasn’t eaten in days and I’m his dream meal. His tongue tangles with mine enticingly as his hands delve under my shirt. We break our kiss while he pulls it over my head. He reaches under my back and quickly unclasps my bra. It’s gone just as fast. He takes my nipple into his mouth immediately and sucks on me hard, twirling his tongue around my tender excited flesh. It’s surprising and just what I wanted. It feels so damn good I play with my other one while he sucks harder. When he switches sides so do I.
He elicits sounds from me I didn’t know I could make; feelings so profoundly altering I can’t fathom how I’ll ever be the same.
“Kent,” I moan, needing to say his name while I feel this good.
I writhe beneath him as he gently nips at the space between my breasts. He kisses down my stomach, sucks at my navel,