Powerful (The Driven World) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,37
but this isn’t what I want. I want to bury myself inside her and feel her pussy convulse around my cock, and I want her to moan into my mouth as she comes. Sharply, I pull her head back, and Athena gasps, eyes wide, and I think I see fear there.
“As much as I want you to blow me, I’d rather be inside you.”
A smile breaks out on her beautiful face.
“Okay, baby.”
Putting my lips to hers for a quick kiss, I release her hair and ask, “How would you like it?”
Athena crawls back up the bed. “Come here, lover.”
With my body covering hers, I push into her tight, wet pussy. Athena arches her neck back and moans. I link my fingers with hers and move in and out.
“Athena, look at me.”
Looking at me through her lashes, she smiles. “I see you.”
“Keep your eyes on me.”
“I always see you.”
Increasing my speed, Athena matches me thrust for thrust. She begins to buck wildly and chews on her bottom lip. Bending down, with eyes open, I swallow her cries and watch as she lets go, and her orgasm washes through her. The feel of her pussy convulsing around my cock tips me over the edge, and I lose myself in her. Breaking the kiss, I put my forehead to hers and keep on pumping inside her until I’m spent. Athena cups my face, her thumb brushes over my lips and arches up, kissing me.
“I could wake up like that every day.”
“You’d have to move to LA.”
The smile falters, and she draws her eyebrows together. “LA?”
“Yeah, it’s where I live.” I kiss her nose. “If you want to wake up like this every day, you’d have to move there.”
Pulling out of her and away, I sit on the end of the bed and look at her in her bedroom mirror. Athena sits up gazing out the bedroom window. She shakes her head and looks down at her hands.
“I think you promised me a tea.”
“But I could give you so much more than that.”
She looks up and stares at me in the mirror, then smiles. “Right now, I’d settle for a tea.”
Chapter Sixteen
Athena
Two nights of bliss. We haven’t left the house, but it’s Friday, the day before the wedding, and Ashlea and Mom are waiting for me at my parents’ house. Ashlea wants to make sure my dress is perfect, and she wants a trial run in hers. We’re doing the dress, the heels, the veil, everything. She was supposed to move in with me, but TB couldn’t be without her. But it’s the night before the wedding, and Mom has put her foot down, either Ashlea moves in with me for the night, or she stays with them. Wisely, she chose me.
“Penny for your thoughts?” asks Kris as he puts a cup of tea in front of me.
“I can’t stay, and you have to go.”
“Can I drive you?” I nod. “I have to check in on Dad, but I can come back later?”
“No, lover, you can’t. Ashlea will be here, remember?”
A smirk appears on his handsome face. “If you could be quiet, she’d never know.”
I take a sip of the pomegranate tea he’s made. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Kris chuckles, his eyes twinkle with mischief. “It’s that, or you sleep alone, and there’s no fun in that.”
We’re sitting in my walled garden, the sun is shining, and I don’t want to leave, nor do I want Kris to go, but family and the wedding have to come first. I stand and run a hand across his shoulders.
“Come on, lover, let’s go.”
“Do you have a to-go cup?” Kris asks as he picks up my teacup.
“Yeah, I think so? In the overhead cupboard next to the microwave.”
Wandering back into the house, Kris goes into the kitchen, and I go into my bedroom to grab my handbag. When I come out, Kris has a photograph and a piece of paper on the kitchen table. As I get closer, he holds out my tea and gestures to them.
“How long were you in New York for?”
For a moment, I stop breathing. My eyes go to the offending documents, and I feel my throat close.
“W-What?”
He holds up a picture of me at my job in New York, my colleagues surrounding me. It feels like a lifetime ago—I’m smiling. It was taken after my first big story broke before I was attacked. I’d forgotten it was even in the cupboard. I’d forgotten I had kept it.
Kris is searching my face, his