Page 69 of Finding Kenna
When he’d brought her to orgasm again, his touch was so different from her own. She always backed off touching herself when she felt her orgasm approaching, but he’d been forceful, dominant, refusing to let up and making her pleasure seem to go on and on. It felt…incredible.
Kenna didn’t even feel guilty about basically asking him if she could spend the night at his place. She wanted this man. All of this man. Yes, things were moving fast between them, but she didn’t care. Being with Marshall—in every way—felt right.
“What are you smiling about over there?” Marshall asked.
“This morning,” Kenna said without hesitation.
She loved seeing the satisfied smirk on her man’s face at her words.
“About how good breakfast was?” he teased.
“That too,” she told him.
Glancing at his lap, Kenna saw he was half hard. She loved having that effect on him.
“Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” Marshall groaned.
“For the record, I like sex,” Kenna explained. “And this morning was…” She struggled to find the right word. Then decided to just say what she felt. “The best I’ve ever had…and we didn’t even have sex.”
“Shit, you would decide to have this conversation now, when I’m driving,” Marshall grumbled, shifting in his seat and adjusting his cock in his shorts.
Kenna merely grinned. “Sorry,” she said, knowing she didn’t sound sorry at all. “Look, here’s the thing. Women are judged because of sex all the time. If we like it, we’re easy. If we have too many partners, we’re whores. We’re supposed to be virginal and chaste until we get married, while a guy can fuck as many people as he wants and society doesn’t think twice about it, as if it’s expected. It’s never made sense to me. I’m thirty years old, I like orgasming, and even though I haven’t had a boyfriend in a while, that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been taking care of myself.
“But what you did today…it made me realize that I’m still a little clueless about my own body. You making me come a second time when I thought I was done…it was enlightening. And hot. And now I want to know what else I don’t know about myself when it comes to sex.”
She could see Marshall’s jaw flexing, and she scrunched her nose in contrition. “Sorry, too honest?”
“No,” he said in a low, rumbly tone that made Kenna shiver. She hadn’t heard him sound like that before.
No—she had.
That morning…when he’d said “one more.”
“You’re right. Society is way harder on women than men when it comes to sex. I like how open you are about your sexuality. How you aren’t afraid to go after what you want. And I can’t fucking wait to get you in my bed and learn everything you like and don’t like when it comes to being intimate with each other.”
Kenna smiled. “But you’re going to feed me first, right?” she teased.
“Fuck, you really are gonna be the death of me,” Marshall complained.
“But you love it.”
He turned and met her gaze then, and Kenna inhaled sharply at the intensity she saw in his eyes. “I do,” he agreed, then looked back at the road in front of them.
Kenna was turned way the hell on. She totally wanted to jump this man as soon as they were inside his condo, but she also loved foreplay. And they were engaged in the longest and most intense foreplay she’d ever experienced.
She was still smiling when they pulled into the Coral Springs parking lot. For a second, she was embarrassed all over again about everything she’d said while trying to “sneak” onto the beach. But she pushed it away. That was over and done.
“I’m sorry,” Marshall said after he turned off the engine.
Kenna shook her head. “You’ve already apologized. And we’re past that now. I want to see this amazing penthouse. And the view. I’ve heard a lot about it.”
“You’re too good to be true,” Marshall said. He picked up her hand, kissed the palm, then turned to get out of the Jeep.
Kenna swore she could feel tingles all the way to her toes with just that short kiss. Oooh boy, sex with this man was going to ruin her, she just knew it.
He met her at her side of the Jeep and grabbed the bag she’d packed. He left the things she’d bought at the swap meet in the car to take back to her apartment later.
Marshall took her hand in his as they walked toward the entrance. He stopped at the security desk and greeted the man who was sitting there. “Hey, Robert.”
