Free Sweetest Temptations by J.C. Valentine Page A

have to get your own couch to fornicate on.”
    Kennedy’s face was flushed from kissing, and I got the sense that he might have been a little embarrassed at having been caught in the act, but he played it off well as he said a few quick goodbyes and walked me to my car. “Well, that was awkward,” he said, holding my door open for me.
    “What, that they caught us kissing? Nah, I’ve been in worse situations than that.” Like the time my high school boyfriend and I were nearly caught with our pants down when my parents arrived home early from work. I’d never seen a person run so fast in my life. If it hadn’t been for the vapor trail he left behind, I would have questioned if he’d ever been there in the first place.
    “Well, you weren’t the one who had to hide the evidence.” Kennedy shifted and my eyes fell to the impressive bulge between his legs.
    My mouth went dry. “Damn,” I whispered, and suddenly I was blushing again.
    “Having second thoughts?”
    I looked up into Kennedy’s velvety eyes. “Second thoughts?”
    “I plan to finish this, Abigail. Tonight. So which is it, my house or yours?”
    The way he said my name did things to me. Tonight . Kennedy wanted to have sex. I hadn’t been with a man in…too long. Something told me that he was the kind of guy that I could fall hard for, and secretly, I wondered if I already had. I didn’t really know Kennedy, so I wasn’t sure what he expected to come from this. Was he a one-night stand kind of guy? A fuck buddy? Or was he looking for a serious relationship? I didn’t know the answer to any of those questions, but no matter which one I picked, there was only one real question I had to ask myself: Was I ready for that? The answer was absolutely. Nothing risked is nothing gained, and with that thought forefront in my mind, I gave Kennedy his answer.
    “Mine.”
    His eyes gleamed and his voice turned rough. “I’ll follow you.”
    As he closed my door and I started the engine, I felt giddy with anticipation. Tonight, I was going to have sex, and something told me that no matter what happened in the morning, this was going to be a night that I’d never forget.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    I bounced off the mattress once, twice. Breathless, I grinned at Kennedy, who stood back wearing a matching smile. We’d burst through the front door in a tangle of limbs—Wilbur’s arched back and angry hiss going unnoticed. Stumbling into the bedroom, Kennedy caught me by surprise, shoving me away from him so hard I fell back onto the bed, where I now lay, waiting to see what he would do next.
    “Naked. Now.”
    A tremor of excitement wracked me and I scrambled to my knees. With Kennedy’s blazing eyes fixed on me, I lifted the hem of my shirt, dragging it up slowly, exposing my torso inch by inch. Tossing the shirt away, I fingered the tiny yellow bow in the center of my chest and repeated his words back to him. “Naked. Now.”
    Narrowing his eyes, Kennedy tore his shirt off and dropped it at his feet, revealing a beautifully sculpted chest and abs that had to be photoshopped, they were that perfect. From there we stripped for one another, piece by piece, until our bodies were fully exposed, leaving nothing to the imagination.
    “Damn, Abby, you’re gorgeous.” Kennedy’s reverent words thrilled me, giving me a welcome boost of confidence. I was a curvy woman, and until this moment I’d never considered that to be an asset. But with the way Kennedy looked as if he wanted to devour me, I was quickly learning to appreciate the body I’d been given.
    “So are you,” I said, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth as I perused his six-foot-three solid muscular frame. Between a pair of solid thighs, his shaft stood heavy and proud, and I licked my lips as Kennedy rolled a condom on. Clearly, he was as ready to get down to business as I was. With a crook of my finger, I called him to me.
    Moving slowly, Kennedy