Someone to Love by Addison Moore Page A

her
underwear and trace over her hip. “Take off your clothes,” I
whisper it like a dare.
    “No.” She bows into the word as if she never
had any intention of doing something so vile.
    “You’re going to make a lousy one-night
stand.” I bury a kiss into her neck in lieu of a laugh.
    Kenny bubbles with a string of giggles. She
arches into me and I lay over her, my body conforming to hers.
    “I like tonight’s lesson,” she murmurs in my
ear. “Touching.”
    I sit up and pull off my shirt, leaving my
arms extended for a moment while she rakes me with her eyes.
    “All right.” I slip back over her and dot a
row of kisses straight down her chest, stopping just shy of burying
myself in her cleavage. I’ve envisioned at least a thousand times
what that would feel like, lost in the soft pillow of her flesh.
Kenny has me shaking with a hard-on ready to rip from my jeans.
“Next lesson will be conducted with considerably less clothing. And
believe me, you have nothing to be shy about.”
    “Neither do you.” She runs her fingers over
my shoulder, soft and unsure.
    I gently take up her hand and run it down my
chest, never breaking our gaze. Kenny interlaces our fingers. She
closes her eyes as I pull her lower, inch by inch, until we crest
the hard ridge in my pants and she gives a soft moan. Her hand
escapes mine, and she cups me over my jeans. Dear lord, yes .
She lets her fingers glide over me soft and achingly sweet. I glide
my hands under her sweater, and I slip them over her breasts, feel
the lace of her bra, and trace out her hard nipples underneath.
    Kenny pulls me in and crashes her lips over
mine. Her mouth is ripe with the taste of strawberries as she
delivers her sweet, juicy kisses. Her tongue strokes over mine,
slow and easy, as if we had already logged a decade of doing
exactly this. I could spend an eternity holding Kenny with her
lips, her body welded to mine. Her cool hands slip into the back of
my jeans and dip into my boxers. Kenny relaxes her fingers over me
and gives a gentle squeeze. It takes everything in me not to move
her hand around to the front, introduce her to the physical part of
me that craves her most. Her bra unhooks beneath my fingers, and I
move my heated hands over her bare stomach until I feel her quiver
beneath me. I glance down at her beautiful face. Her lids are
closed and she licks her lips in anticipation as I cup her breasts
full with both hands.
    Kenny takes in a sharp breath and bucks
beneath me. Her lids flutter with ecstasy as if this simple act of
loving her made her dizzy.
    I lay my lips over hers as we indulge in a
spastic war of limbs. Kenny tastes and feels as if she were made
just for me.
    Kenny is stabbing at my heart with her
being—molding herself over my existence.
    Something amazing is happening—something
meaningful and real.
     

     
    Monday afternoon, Cal and I run side by side
on the treadmill in the overcrowded equipment room. Every person on
the planet has meandered into the gym today, trying to work off
that extra slice of holiday pie. A couple of girls across from us
have all but resorted to smoke signals to let us know they’re
interested, and for the first time in a long while, there isn’t
anything in me that’s up for a hot and sweaty quickie at the gym.
Now, if it were Kenny initiating the offer, I’d take her right here
in the middle of the room, with an audience, if she wanted.
    “Kenny thinks ‘touch’ should act as an
extended lesson.” I marvel at my dumb luck. “But for whatever
reason, she’s still hell bent on continuing with her experiment,” I
say out of breath, trying not to shout too loud should the girls
across the way be moved to eavesdrop. I wouldn’t put it past Blair
to set her eyes and ears in my midst.
    “Touch, huh? Maybe she could give some
pointers to Lauren. Can you believe she thinks I was cheating on
her New Year’s Eve?”
    “You tell her you were with me?” I flinch at
the thought. After I saw Kenny