Full Exposure

“I love how you seduce me, with your wild ideas and your open, honest responses. I love how you let me f**k you anywhere. I love thinking of new places and new ways to f**k you.” He pinched her cl*t between his thumb and middle finger, leaving his index finger free to stroke the sweet bundle of nerves again and again.

“I love your body.” He squeezed her cl*t a little harder and was rewarded by a high-pitched scream as she thrust her ass even harder against him. “I love your br**sts—how your gorgeous little ni**les always taste like raspberries.” His hands coasted up her stomach to her br**sts even as he licked a fiery trail down her neck. “I love your legs and how they wrap so perfectly around my waist. I love your pussy”—He gave an extra hard thrust that had her screaming—“and how it hugs me so tightly.”

“And I absolutely, positively love your ass.” One of his hands drifted down to caress the lush globes before he spread them open and thrust a long finger inside of her. She bucked against him, but he refused to be hurried. Refused to pick up his pace. “I love everything about you, Serena.” He slammed into her again and again. “I love the hell out of you.”

“Kevin, stop!” she sobbed, her entire body shuddering as she pleaded for completion. “I can’t take it. I swear I can’t.”

He nipped at her neck, her shoulder, the tender skin that covered her spine. “You can take it. And more. Can’t you, bebe?” His h*ps moved harder and faster against her as his control slipped a little more. “Can’t you?” He moved his right hand from her back to her nipple, flicking his thumb over the hard peak again and again. “Because you love f**king me as much as I love you.”

“Yes! Yes! Kevin, please!” She was screaming, sobbing, wilder than he’d ever seen her and he loved it. Loved her. He thrust again and again, claiming her, branding her as his so that no matter how far she ran she would always remember that she belonged with him. So that she’d never forget the feel of him pounding into her, seducing her with his body and his voice.

He was killing her with his restraint. She couldn’t keep this up—she was going to die if he didn’t give in, if he didn’t come soon and stop this totally incredible, absolutely amazing torture. Desperate, she closed her legs, trapping Kevin between them and then clenched her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could.

She was rewarded when Kevin groaned deep in his throat, thrusting against her one final time before spilling himself inside of her. His orgasm triggered her own and she screamed his name, again and again, totally caught up in the storm ripping her body apart.

Kevin was lost in the feel of her body, lost in the insane pleasure rocketing through him as Serena’s orgasm milked him dry. “Mon coeur. Mon amour. Je t’aime.” His love spilled out of him as his body jerked spasmodically against hers.

When the last contractions died away, Kevin collapsed against her, blind to everything but the incredible glory of holding the woman he loved, of being inside her as she recovered slowly from what they’d done together.

Eventually Serena stirred, pushing against him as she reached down to pull up her jeans. Kevin released her, fastening his own pants even as he watched her wriggle her fantastic ass into hers.

When she was once again neatly dressed—every button fastened and her shirt tucked sedately into her jeans—she turned to him, a shy smile on her face. He reached a hand to her face, cupped her cheek as he brushed his thumb lightly over her mouth.

“I love you, Serena.”

“I know.” She turned her head so that she could kiss the center of his palm.

“Kevin—”

“Ssh, bebe. I know it’s too soon for you. That’s all right.” He focused on her, ignored the pain burning a slow hole in his stomach. He had no right to be upset. He’d known going into this thing how hard it would be to convince her to stay with him. Of course, going in, he hadn’t known that he would want to.

But she was studying him carefully and saw the flash of pain in his eyes before he disguised it. “I’m sorry.”

His smile was real, yet resigned. “Nothing to be sorry for, Serena. You’re magnificent and well worth waiting for.”

Serena shook her head. “You’re the magnificent one. Kevin, you mean more to me than any man ever has. Can’t that be enough for now?”

“Serena, just holding you is enough for now.” He tilted her chin up so that she was looking directly into his eyes. “Don’t you think you’ve got enough going on right now? And don’t you think I know that? When this thing is over, when Damien LaFleur is back behind bars where he belongs, then we’ll talk. All right?”

“All right.”

Kevin cleared his throat. “There is something else I wanted to talk to you about that.”

She stared at him, mystified. “About what?”

“Jack Rawlins.”

She snorted before she could stop herself. “Are we back to that?”

The look he shot her was sizzling hot. “We never would have left it if you hadn’t distracted me.”

“Then I’m glad I distracted you.”

“So am I.” He laid a firm hand on her knee. “But seriously, Serena, there’s something about that guy I don’t like.”

“What’s not to like? He was more than helpful today, just like he’s always been.”

Kevin’s eyes narrowed, but Serena was too upset to notice. “What does that mean?”

“It means that he worked really hard to convince the DA not to offer Damien the deal ten and a half years ago, just like he went above and beyond trying to keep him in jail this time.”

Kevin’s eyes narrowed and she could almost see the wheels turning in his brain. “So you’ve known Jack a long time.”

“Yes. He’s always kept in touch, calling me every few months just to check on me. I’ve run into him numerous places through the years—”

“What do you mean you’ve run into him?” Kevin took his eyes off the road long enough to glance at her. She could tell he wasn’t happy, but at the moment she was more than annoyed enough not to care.

“Just that. At the dry cleaners or the movies. Stuff like that.”

“Baton Rouge isn’t huge, but it’s big enough that repeated meetings seems kind of odd, doesn’t it?”

“We live in the same neighborhood!” she answered, her voice rising in exasperation. “I don’t think it’s odd that we both eat at the same restaurants!”

Kevin let that pass, but still didn’t drop the subject. “Isn’t it strange that he’s kept in touch with you all these years? I didn’t realize DA’s did stuff like that.”

She shrugged. “Sandra’s was the first big case Jack ever worked—he was fresh out of law school. It made an impact on him.”

Kevin snorted. “I’m sure it did.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means he’s interested in you, Serena.”

“No, he’s not. We’re friends. Friendly acquaintances, really.”

He glanced at her again. “He wants to be more than that.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“Yeah, he does.” He held up a hand when she started to protest, “He’s never made any moves toward you? Never stood too close, never acted just a little too friendly?”

“No.” Kevin raised one mocking brow, but Serena shook her head emphatically. “He’s never done any of that. And even if he had, it wouldn’t have mattered. I was never interested in Jack that way. I couldn’t be, not with his connection to Sandra’s death.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know you feel that way.”

Her gasp of outrage echoed through the car. “Don’t you think you’re taking this jealousy thing way too far? You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Jack’s the only one from that whole time period that I trust. That’s all there is to it.”

Kevin pulled the car to the side of the road with a swift skill she might have admired at another time. “Maybe he doesn’t know you don’t return his feelings.”

Serena studied him, completely shocked by this new side of Kevin. “I never would have taken you for the jealous type.”

“Then you’re blinder than I thought.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “But this has nothing to do with jealousy.”

“Then what—” She paused, her stomach twisting sickly as the truth sunk in. “You can’t possibly think Jack’s behind this!”

“I can’t?”

“No! Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s not a psychopath, for one. And he’s always been incredibly kind to me—he would never go out of his way to hurt me like this.”

Kevin watched her with hot eyes, but his voice, when he spoke, was ice-cold. “All kinds of people develop obsessions, Serena. Even men like Jack.”

“You think I don’t know that? You think that I, of all people, don’t know the atrocities seemingly normal men can commit?”

“I didn’t say that.” Kevin’s voice held exasperation and something more dangerous. “I know you’ve been through a lot, cher, more than anyone should have to experience. But I think you’re wearing blinders when it comes to this guy.”

“You met him exactly once and you think you know him better than I do?”

“I think you don’t see him for what he is.”

“And you do? Jack was nothing but helpful today; he spent time I’m sure he couldn’t afford trying to help us. You’re letting some stupid jealousy get in the way of the truth.”

“It’s not jealousy,” he ground out, his teeth firmly clenched.

It was her turn to eye him disbelievingly. “Yeah, right. For a minute I thought you were going to grab me by the hair and drag me back to your cave to stake your claim.”

His growl was low, warning. “Don’t push me, Serena.”

Her look was incredulous. “Or what?”

He ignored the question, his hands tightening on her shoulders involuntarily. “I don’t want you seeing him again. Not alone.”

“I don’t take orders from any man, Kevin.” She shrugged his hands off, the molten chocolate of her eyes promising retribution. “Not even you. Especially not you.”

“He’s dangerous, Serena.”

“So are you, but you don’t see me running in the opposite direction, do you?” She eyed him with contempt. “Although maybe I should.”

“That’s it, I’ve had it,” he roared, pulling her into his arms and crushing her mouth with his own. It was a kiss meant to punish, to express his frustration. But the second his lips met hers, it softened into something so much more.

At first she fought him, but as his lips moved gently on hers, Serena yielded. He skimmed his tongue over the corners of her mouth, sipping from her, coaxing her to open to him. When she did, his tongue darted inside, exploring the tender recesses of her. Trying to connect with her. Trying to gain her trust when he knew she had so very little to give.

With a groan, he ended the kiss, but moved his hands to cup her face. “I’m worried about you, cher. I’m scared for you.”

She stared at him with wounded eyes. “I know you are. But ultimatums aren’t going to get you anywhere with me.”

“So what will?” His eyes shot blue thunderbolts at her, though his touch remained gentle.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t,” she reiterated at his disbelieving stare. “Asking maybe. Explaining why it’s so important to you.”