A Lover's Touch Part 4

"Sounds great, but first I think we should get this out of the way," she said taking a step closer and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Since our day started out this way we may as well stay on a roll, don't you think?" she whispered silkily before joining her mouth to his.

She wanted to show him that he could get just as good as he gave. Closing her eyes, she settled her body against his, immediately feeling him get hard against her. When he opened his mouth beneath hers she slipped her tongue inside and decided to play "catch me if you can."

He caught her, snarling her tongue with his and feasting on her mouth like a starving man. The more he feasted, the more her body began overflowing in desire so thick she could almost smother in it. When he reached down and touched her hips to bring her more snugly against him, slanting his mouth across hers in the process, she decided to pull back before they ended up making love on her living room floor. And that was not how she intended their evening to end.

At least not yet. She planned to torture him for a while longer.

Fighting the heat erupting in her stomach, Kendra licked her lips as if relis.h.i.+ng in the taste of him. Tilting her head up, she smiled brightly. "All right then, I'm ready to go."

Incapable of speech, Slate could only nod and follow her out the door.

Chapter Thirteen.

The woman was trying to torment him, Slate concluded as they finished off the last of their meal. After a steamy kiss began their evening, things had gotten even hotter on the thirty-minute drive to the restaurant. Kendra had sat in the car with her legs crossed in a way that blatantly showed the slit in her dress. He could barely keep his eyes on the road.

Then when their meal had been delivered, she had turned eating snow crabs into the most erotic sight he'd ever seen when she had taken her tongue and practically sucked and licked the claws dry. The motions she had made with her mouth while eating the crabs had him s.h.i.+fting in his seat. He could just imagine the things that she could do with that mouth, which was something they'd never got around to doing when they had dated years back.

"Do you think you're going to want dessert?"

Her question grabbed his attention and their gazes met and held across the table. Yes, he wanted dessert, but what he had a sweet tooth for was definitely not on the menu.

He took several deep breaths before answering. "No, I think I'll pa.s.s, but you can order something if you'd like."

She smiled. "Thanks. I see on the menu that they have ice cream cones. I think I'll order one since I feel like licking something tonight."

His erection suddenly strained against his zipper with such brutal force that he nearly gasped in pain. "Then by all means order one," he said huskily, surprised that he was capable of speech.

Her smile widened. "I think I will."

Slate thought that in all his twenty-nine years he had never seen anyone lick an ice cream cone like she did. Sitting across from her and watching her tongue at work was enough to tempt him to have more than one gla.s.s of wine, but since he was the one doing the driving he just sat there and let her torture him. Besides, he had a feeling he needed all his faculties to handle the rest of the evening with Kendra, and couldn't help wondering how she intended it to end.

After he'd taken care of their check, he stood. "Ready to leave?"

"Yes."

He nodded. He would find out soon enough.

When she stood, intense longing flared through him as he took a look at her dress, and seeing what he could of her dark creamy flesh was enough to make him lose control. "Have I told you how good you look tonight?"

Even her chuckle turned him on. "Yes, four times tonight. Thanks. And you know what they say, don't you?"

He raised a curious dark brow. "No, what do they say?"

"They say that flattery will get you everywhere."

He tilted his lips in a smile when he thought of all the possibilities. "Everywhere?"

Chapter Fourteen.

"Ahh," Kendra moaned throatily. "Move just a little lower. Ahh, now move just a little more to the right; do it harder. Yes, oh yes, that's it, harder still. Umm, that feels so much better."

After one last moan she looked over her shoulder and said. "Thanks for scratching my back, Slate. You can zip me back up now."

Slate's hand trembled as he slowly zipped up Kendra's dress. When he had pulled into her driveway she had suddenly begun twitching in her seat saying her back needed scratching. He had been more than happy to oblige until his fingers had come into contact with her bare skin. The first thing he'd noted was the absence of a bra. The next thing had been how warm and smooth her skin was.

His hand had glided over the spot she'd indicated needed scratching. The throaty sounds she'd made when he'd finally found the spot had sent s.h.i.+vers of excitement racing down his spine. If she made those kinds of sounds from having her body scratched, he didn't want to imagine what type of sounds she would make when they made love.

"Are you sure your back feels better?" he asked once he had zipped her dress completely up.

She turned around in her seat. "Yes, I'm sure." She smiled and gave him a thoughtful look. "I'd almost forgotten what great hands you have."

Blood raced through his body at an alarming speed with the memories that suddenly came to mind. "I'm glad I was able to help you to remember," he said as his fingers absently stroked the steering wheel. "We shared some wonderful times together back then, didn't we?"

Kendra rested her head against the back of her seat as memories filled her mind. "Yes, we did. I couldn't wait to hear Dad start snoring each night so I could sneak out. I'll never forget how we used to meet on the beach under the beautiful night sky and talk for hours."

Slate nodded. Talking wasn't the only thing they did on those nights. To keep what they did private, he would drive into Jacksonville each week for his condom purchases to make sure he always had plenty on hand.

"Well, it's getting late and I'd better go inside," Kendra said softly, breaking into his thoughts. She tipped her head and looked over at him. "Thanks for such a wonderful evening."

He swallowed deeply and s.h.i.+fted in his seat wondering if she really intended to send him home with a hard-on. Her next words let him know that she did.

"I hope you sleep well tonight, Slate."

He tried to downplay his disappointment and cast a grin over at her. "Yeah, I hope so, too."

She placed a warm hand on his thigh, pretty close to a part of him that was aching. "I'd like to invite you over to dinner tomorrow night at seven. Think you can make it?"

The look in her eyes indicated she had more than dinner on her mind, and he didn't hesitate in responding. "Yeah, I can make it."

Chapter Fifteen.

Three hours later and Slate was still awake. How on earth could he sleep when thoughts of Kendra filled his mind? Although they had enjoyed a nice conversation at dinner, they hadn't discussed the things he wanted to talk to her about. It seemed she had intentionally steered clear of any discussion about the past. Instead they had talked about mutual friends and what was happening with local politics.

He wanted to tell her how his emotions had been shattered after Susan Conrad's drowning, and that he hadn't wanted her to see him that way. He had stayed out of college the following year just to keep his sanity and when he had gone back, things had been rough.

He wanted her to know that his love for her was the only thing that had kept him sane during that time, and that after seeking counseling and therapy he finally felt normal again and wanted to seek her out, but had thought because of the time that had lapsed, he no longer deserved her love. He'd believed that he would be doing the right thing by giving her up so she could find love and happiness with someone else.

Finally he'd broken down and contacted Marcie Wilkins, and the older woman had convinced him that regardless of what he thought, Kendra did need him and he needed her. Ms. Marcie had told him of Kendra's father's death and how she had accepted a future of being an old maid by not dating any of the eligible bachelors in town.

Talking to Ms. Marcie had made him realize just how much he still loved Kendra. He knew now he would not be completely happy until she was a part of his future. Oh, yeah, he wanted her in his bed, too - but more importantly, he wanted her in his life.

He got out of bed and decided since he couldn't sleep and it was such a beautiful night, he may as well take a walk on the beach.

Half a mile away Kendra couldn't sleep either. She stood outside on her porch thinking that she had laid it on rather thick tonight with Slate and had made the mistake of spreading some on herself in the process.