Free Sweetest Temptations by J.C. Valentine

about you all day,” Kennedy confessed. “The way your smooth skin felt in my hands, the way your legs felt wrapped around my hips as you sat on that counter, your eyes glazed over. You wanted me inside you then, didn’t you? You would have let me do anything.”
    His hand caressed the inside of my thigh, his long fingers teasing the edge of my shorts. “Yes, yes,” I gasped, my eyes sliding closed as I focused on how close he was to where I needed him to be. Kennedy was reducing me to a one-word woman, a puddle of mush in his arms as his lips found mine, kissing them firmly.
    There was something different about Kennedy tonight. This wasn’t the nice, polite guy I’d been getting to know. Tonight, I sensed darkness around Kennedy, a deep yearning coupled with carnal desire that cast a shadow over the gentle man who’d held my foot to his chest while carefully tending to my injuries. Tonight, he was forward, direct, aggressive, saying things that a nice guy wouldn’t dream of saying to someone he’d just met, and it made me weak in the knees.
    His tongue pushed into my mouth and a bolt of heat shot through me when it touched mine. A moan ripped from me as my fingers speared through his hair, gripping tight and holding his head still as I took control of the kiss.
    Desperation struck me, and I couldn’t seem to get enough. In that moment, I would have fucked Kennedy on that couch, right in the middle of my sister’s living room, and I wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
    Thankfully, Kennedy had enough willpower for the both of us. Chuckling, he gently pried my hands from his hair and set them in my lap. Cupping my face in his large palms, his thumbs smoothed across my bottom lip as he studied my face intently. “I want inside you as bad as you want me there, but not here.” I frowned and Kennedy dropped a chaste kiss to my lips, smiling as he released me and stood. He held out his hands, and I placed my palms against his, allowing him to pull me to my feet. “What do you say we go back to my place and finish what we started?”
    My insides twisted and I felt a smile spring to life, but as reality set in, it died a painful death. Kennedy’s brows scrunched together and I sighed. “I can’t. Wilber’s probably pacing the floors right now, wondering where his dinner is.”
    “Wilber?” Kennedy’s frown deepened and he dropped my hands, stepping back as he eyed me cautiously. “You have a boyfriend?”
    “Oh, no,” I rushed out, suddenly aware of my choice of words. “Wilber is my cat. He’s on a schedule, so if I don’t have his bowl full by seven sharp, he gets cranky.”
    Kennedy’s relief was visible as he stepped into me again, circling his arms around my waist. “So you’re a cat lady.”
    I groaned. “Not you, too.” Amy said the same thing when she found out about Wilber, and the teasing tone was very similar to the one Kennedy used now. I was not a damn cat lady!
    Laughing, Kennedy stuck two fingers beneath my chin and lifted my face to his so he could look at me. “I like cats.”
    “You do?” My arms wound around his neck as he lowered his mouth to mine, sighing as he kissed me.
    “Mmm, and I like crazy cat ladies, too,” he murmured, kissing me again. I could have punched him, but Kennedy’s mouth was like a drug. One kiss, and my mind was floating in a haze of ecstasy, clinging to the hope of one more hit so I could ride the high for a few minutes more.
    We were locked in each other’s arms, our mouths fused together, and my body halfway to an orgasm, when Amy walked in. “I hate to break you two lovebirds up, but Doug and I have to get up early for work, so I’m kicking you out.”
    I glared at my sister as I straightened my clothes. “Five minutes, Amy. Five minutes. I thought you wanted to be an aunt.”
    Amy threw her head back and laughed. “You know I do, but not in my house, lady. The last thing I need is to walk in and see my sister’s naked anything. You’ll