Risking It All (21 page)

Kennedy wiggled, trying to widen her legs, but Memphis still had them clamped together with his thighs. Their hands together were driving her crazy, and she wanted to spread her legs and take everything he was giving her and more. She pushed against his thigh with her leg and wanted to scream for joy when he took the hint and moved so she was no longer trapped by him.

Her pleasure was short-lived, however. Just as she broke free, he removed their hands and again found herself his prisoner with both hands held captive above her head.

She bucked her hips against him, pressing herself against the thick bulge beneath his jeans. She needed relief and she needed it now. Kennedy rocked her pelvis against his, dry-humping him with no shame as she tried to relieve the ache between her legs.

Memphis groaned into her mouth and thrust his hips, pressing against her more firmly. He pulled his mouth away from her swollen lips, sucking and nipping his way down to her throat.

Kennedy tried to pull her arms free, but he tightened his grasp on her hands, ignoring her grunts of frustration as he explored her body.

“Memphis, please,” she begged, tugging her arms again. “Let me touch you.”

He nudged her breast with his nose, drawing his mouth closer to her nipple that was poking against her pajama top. He grasped the hem of her shirt with his teeth and dragged it up, exposing her breast, and flicked the pebbled flesh with his tongue, causing Kennedy to shudder beneath him.

“I think I’ve found a sensitive spot,” Memphis said before swirling his tongue around her again.

“Jesus, Memphis.” She whimpered wantonly. “Please.”

She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for anymore: For him to let her hands go? To strip her totally naked and fuck her like he had yesterday?

Memphis closed his lips around her nipple and sucked hard, clamping his teeth around the peak at the same time. Kennedy cried out, arching her back at the erotic feeling of his teeth on her.

“Memphis,
please
.” She began to sob from so much built-up sexual frustration.

He released her nipple from his teeth and smiled lazily up at her before blowing on her wet skin. Her body jerked, trembling from being wound so tight and needing more than he was giving her.

Memphis lowered his head, his mouth finding her bared stomach as he moved their hands from over her head and rested them against her sides. Kennedy inhaled sharply as his lips reached the waistband of her pants, and he slowly slid his tongue under it. Her hips jerked as he dragged his tongue from one side of her to the other, and Kennedy rolled her head back and moaned.

She felt him smile against her stomach, and when she opened her eyes and peered down her body at him, he was watching her. He sat up and tugged off her bottoms, flinging them behind him.

Kennedy watched as his eyes traveled up her legs, stopping at the juncture of her thighs. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip as he drank in the sight of her. She waited for the blush of embarrassment to creep over her body but the only thing she felt was arousal. It turned her on to have Memphis look at her like this, to see the lust and desire darken his eyes.

“I want to feel what I do to you, Kennedy,” he whispered as he lowered his head between her legs again and placed her hands on his head. “Don’t hold back and don’t worry about hurting me.”

Kennedy swallowed, nodding as she stroked her fingers through his hair.

Memphis pressed his lips just below her navel, softly kissing his way down. Kennedy inhaled quickly, holding her breath as Memphis moved lower, his lips sliding along the folds of her sex.

Her legs trembled as he glided his hands over her hips and down her thighs to her calves. He wrapped his hands around her slender calves and pushed up, bending her legs and spreading her open even more to his exploring tongue.

The air
whooshed
out of her lungs the second his tongue grazed her clit. He circled it, teasing her before changing the pace and quickly flicking it. Kennedy’s hands fisted in his hair and she bucked her hips, crying out as he moved his mouth down and dipped his tongue into her wet center. He licked and sucked at his leisure as she ground herself against his face. Her fingers tightened with every lap of his tongue, tugging on the roots of his hair so hard she was afraid she’d scalp him, but she couldn’t loosen her grip even if she tried.

And when she thought she couldn’t take any more, that nothing could feel as sensual as his mouth teasing her, Memphis cupped her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples.

Kennedy’s legs started to shake and soon her entire body was burning. She was panting, moaning for him not to stop as she thrust her hips up to meet the strokes of his tongue. Her body suddenly tensed and then she exploded, crying out his name as she came around his tongue.

“Memphis,” she said in a whimper, trying to draw her hips away from his mouth when he continued to lick her oversensitive flesh.

Her hands fell away from his hair, dropping to her stomach. He groaned, stopping his tongue’s assault on her just long enough to pull away and unsnap his jeans, pushing them out of the way.

“Turn over,” he demanded.

He grabbed her hips, helping her flip over onto her stomach and pulled her back until she was on her knees. Kennedy groaned as he dragged his cock through her flesh, coating the head with her wetness. She wiggled her ass against him, silently begging for what she wanted. When he continued to tease her, she knew silence was going to get her nowhere.

“Memphis?” She looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a look that she hoped was as seductive as the words she was about to say. “Don’t hold back. And don’t worry about hurting me.”

Memphis’s jaw tightened, and he held her gaze as he thrust into her hard. Kennedy cried, closing her eyes and dropping her head as he drove himself as deep into her as he could go.

“Oh, God, yes!” She pushed back on him even more.

Memphis groaned, pulling all the way out and thrusting his hips forward again. She was tight but so wet that he slipped inside her with no resistance, yet still gripped his dick like a fist. He grunted as he pounded into her, the sounds exciting Kennedy even more than she already was. She panted beneath him, mumbling words of encouragement and praise of how good he felt. He ran his hand up her back to her hair, swirling the curls around his hand and giving a firm tug.

Kennedy gasped as he pulled her head back, loving his forcefulness. His other hand moved over her stomach and up to her chest. He pressed his hand between her breasts, pushing against her chest so she’d rise up.

Kennedy pushed off her hands so she was kneeling in front of him, her back pressed firmly against his chest. Memphis squeezed her breast, kneading her flesh as he continued to pump his hips against her ass, grinding into her harder and faster.

Kennedy dropped her head onto his shoulder and kissed from the side of his neck to his ear. She teased the lobe with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth and sinking her teeth into the fleshy skin.

“Fuck!” Memphis hissed, breaking the silence he had fallen into.

He released her hair and slipped his hand between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it in fast, hard circles.

“Memphis,” she breathed into his ear.

He shifted his hips at the same time he pinched her clit, and she felt that familiar feeling start to build in the pit of her stomach. His mouth was on her neck, and his teeth found her skin just as she tightened around his cock and tumbled over the edge.

Memphis pushed her back onto all fours and grabbed her hips, pounding into her to find his own release. He groaned as he buried himself inside her and let go. He remained still for a moment, pulsing inside her, before falling against her back and pulling her down so they were both lying on their sides.

Kennedy rested her head on his bicep and closed her eyes, a content and satisfied smile on her lips.

This is what she wanted. This is what had been missing from all her years of sexual encounters: a man who took what he wanted, a man who gave her pleasure by causing her a little bit of pain, a man who didn’t hold back or worry that he was hurting her because he knew what she could take without her having to tell him.

And all along that man had been right in front of her.

Chapter 12

Memphis stood beside her at the buffet table and grinned as she loaded her plate.

    “That’s a lot more than your usual meager bagel,” he said. “Worked up an appetite, did you?”

Kennedy smirked and dropped a spoonful of greens onto his plate.

“In that case, you should eat the entire platter,” she said, before turning and walking to their corner table.

She watched as he looked at the salad, glanced at the people around him—no doubt debating if he could get away with sliding it off his plate and back into the serving dish—and sighed in defeat as he continued to fill his plate.

Yes, they had definitely worked up an appetite. After they had caught their breath and finally got up off the floor, she had jumped in the shower for a quick wash so they could grab some breakfast. Her plans were quickly forgotten when Memphis slipped inside with her and showed her how thoroughly he could wash her.

They hadn’t made it to breakfast. 

They probably wouldn’t have made it to lunch, either, if Kennedy’s grumbling stomach hadn’t insisted on being fed.

Memphis pulled the chair out and dropped to his seat across from her. Kennedy rolled her eyes when he wasted no time sliding the salad onto her plate.

“It wouldn’t kill you to eat lettuce, you know.”

“Chick food isn’t going to give me the energy I need.” He leaned over the table, lowered his voice, and said, “And you seem to like what my energy does to you.”

Kennedy shook her head even as the smile tugged on her lips.

“You’re full of yourself.”

“No, you were full of me.”

She picked up her glass, ignoring his comment when she couldn’t think of a quick enough comeback.

“Are you blushing, Kennedy?” He grinned like a fool.

“No.”

He chuckled as he took a bite of his huge sandwich. Kennedy kept her eyes down, moving a cherry tomato around on her plate, feeling his eyes never leave her face.

“What?” she sighed, finally looking up at him.

“Nothing.” He grinned.

She huffed and popped the cherry tomato into her mouth, looking around the room at the other diners.

“Are you up for a little trip to the hot springs?”

Kennedy stopped chewing and glanced at him. She figured he’d wink and wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but all the playfulness was gone from his face. She frowned at his sudden change of demeanor.

“Sure.”

They finished the rest of their meal in mostly silence, Memphis lost in whatever thought had changed his mood so quickly and Kennedy wondering what the hell it was.

“Memphis.” Bradley stopped by their table and greeted him with a nod. He shot Kennedy a smile in acknowledgment before turning back to Memphis. “You missed our meeting this morning.”

“Yeah. I got distracted by other adventures,” he replied.

Adventures?

Kennedy barely contained the snort that wanted to escape.

“Ah.” Bradley raised his eyebrows, looking at her and back to Memphis. “I see.”

“Can we reschedule for later? Or tomorrow? Kennedy and I were about to head out to the springs.”

“No problem. Don’t wander away too far today, though,” Bradley warned. “There’s a storm in the forecast.”

“Thanks for the heads-up.”

Kennedy tried not to shudder as he flashed her another smile and left the table.

“There’s something about him that gives me the creeps,” she said as she gathered her scarf and mittens from the table.

“Because
Alec
made him out to be a bad guy,” Memphis grumbled under his breath.

Kennedy ignored him, as well as the impulse to stick her tongue out at him, and wrapped the scarf around her neck as she followed him from the dining room and outside.

She glanced up at the sky, looking for any sign of the impending storm Bradley mentioned. But the skies were clear, and it felt much warmer than it had the past few days they had been there.

“Do you think it’s going to storm?” she called to Memphis, who was a couple of steps ahead of her.

“I guess we’ll find out sooner or later,” he answered, not bothering to turn around and acknowledge her.

Kennedy glared at his back and scooped up a handful of snow, formed a messy ball, and chucked it at the back of his head. She smirked when it landed directly on its target, splattering against the back of his neck.

Memphis stopped and slowly turned around, narrowing his eyes at her.

“What was that?”

She looked up at the sky as if inspecting it for falling snowballs and then back at him.

“Don’t know. Maybe it was the beginning of the storm.”

“Oh, it was the beginning of a storm, all right.”

Kennedy barely had time to duck before a snowball was sailing toward her. She twisted her body so it missed her face and hit her in the back of the shoulder.

“Prepare to go down, Memphis!” she yelled as she grabbed another handful of snow.

“Always am, beautiful. All you gotta do is ask!” Memphis laughed as he threw another ball at her, hitting her in the chest.

Kennedy closed her eyes and screamed as bits of snow hit her face. Not bothering to flick the snow off, she quickly launched her snowball at him in return. 

“That’s not what I meant, jackass!” 

He laughed again as he stalked toward her, armed with snow. Kennedy backed up, hands empty. She glanced at the ground, debating how fast she could scoop and dash without getting hit.

“I’m unarmed, Memphis,” she said, taking another step back as he took one forward.

“You’re the one who started this fight, Kennedy,” he reminded her.

He raised his arm, and she squealed as she turned and ran. The ball clipped her leg, and she took a second to bend and grab a handful of snow. The second ball hit her in the side of the neck, the scarf blocking a direct hit on her skin.