Page 15 of Slashed By You (Chicago Steel #5)

Chapter 15

Josh

K enzie is fucking adorable. When she said she had questions about last night, my heart sank. Would she say it was a mistake and then ask how we could go back to being friends? I don’t think I could handle that. Since getting to know her, Kenzie has become one of my best friends. We talk about nothing and everything. And I want more, especially now that I’ve had a taste of her.

“What did last night mean? What are we exactly? Where are we going from here?” she asks nervously. Breathing out a sigh of relief that she isn’t relegating us back into the friend zone, I consider her questions and how to answer them. Truth be told, I’ve had the same questions floating around my mind too.

“Just like you, I think last night was amazing, and no, I don’t know what that means. It isn’t a predictor of where we’ll end up. But I know being with you felt right. It was perfect. And I want to keep exploring this, whatever it is, with you.”

Kenzie’s whole face lights up. Her eyes twinkle and her smile is wide and contagious. I feel myself mimicking her. Does she feel the same? “You do?” she questions in a whisper.

“I do. Kenz, you are my best friend, and you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Why wouldn’t I want more?” Admitting my feelings is nerve-racking. As a professional athlete, I’m beyond confident in my skills and abilities. But to put my heart on the line after everything that happened with Kayla, I’m terrified, because Kenzie is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She is the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. I don’t want this chance to slip away.

The timer on the pizza goes off, and I startle. Jumping to my feet, I grab our dinner out of the oven. Normally I’d be starving following an intense day of practice and weights, but my stomach is in knots because of our conversation. Kenzie steps up behind me and pulls out the pizza slicer. After our plates are loaded, we return to the couch to continue our conversation, and for the first time since we met at the gala, I’m uncomfortable. Kenzie must sense it because she sets her plate down and turns toward me.

“Josh, I don’t have much experience here. Is what we’re doing considered dating? Or if it isn’t, would you like to be?” Her questions don’t leave any room for misinterpretation. Once I answer them, she’ll know how I feel.

Needing to feel close to her, I reach for her hand and weave our fingers together. “I don’t have much experience with this either. Other than Kayla, I’ve never dated, and I’m not even sure that’s what I’d call that shitshow.” I grimace at the thought of Kayla and everything she’d done. “Kenz, I want to date you. And if that’s what we’ve been doing, I want to keep doing it. I want you to be mine, and me to be yours.” The smile she’s radiating leaves me feeling breathless. My heart thunders in my chest. “So… you’re my girlfriend,” I rasp, the emotion of the moment hitting me harder than I expected. She beams a mega-watt smile at me before she crawls toward me and places a gentle kiss on my lips, electrifying me. She sits back and my body is humming. Needing another taste, I lean forward, pulling her back to me. When our lips touch, a burst of energy zig zags through me, driving my desire for her higher. I reach for her, wanting to pull her into my lap. Wrapping my hand around her hip, I nudge her forward, and she pulls her lips away.

She places her hand on my chest and whispers, “You make me so happy.”

I smile. “I couldn’t agree more.” Her confession is a balm to my worried soul.

After her confession, we need something a tad lighter. We select a comedy and enjoy our pizza as we snuggle together on the couch. Tomorrow is Saturday, and that means I don’t have early practice to get to. Kenzie still has to be up early for the bakery, so it doesn’t surprise me when she falls asleep in my lap. When the end credits roll, I switch off the TV and carefully pick her up and carry her to her bed. Once I tuck her in, I find her phone and make sure it’s on her charger, then I clean up the mess from our dinner. After that, I sneak back into her room and give her a kiss. I’m not trying to wake her, but when her eyes flutter open, I can’t help but smile. This woman has my heart. Completely.

Reaching out, she hooks her hand around my neck, pulling me in, smooshing our lips together. “Don’t leave,” she begs against my lips. I deepen our kiss, and Kenzie throws back the covers, welcoming me in beside her. Who am I to argue?

I remove my shirt, kick off my shoes, and climb onto the bed. Just being next to her does things to me. My breathing increases as my heart thuds in my chest. Being this close to her makes my mind spin. My dick hardens to a painful degree. Putting myself above Kenzie’s body sounds like the only plausible option. Widening my legs, I make room for her and lower my hips to hers. The heat radiating between us could start a five-alarm fire. My cock responds aggressively as I gently thrust against her. It twitches. Kenzie raises her hips, rubbing against me. Damn, that feels incredible. I’m already so close that I’m afraid I might embarrass myself. I’ve been celibate since the last time I was with Kayla—the night she told me she lost the baby, and I had been tormented with feeling too much of everything and nothing all at once.

Not wanting to pressure Kenzie into anything, I try to slow things down with kissing. But before I know it, her hands weave into my hair, tugging at the strands. I pull on her bottom lip, giving it a nibble, and she opens her mouth and moans, setting things in motion.

My hips act on their own and grind down into her. When I lift myself up to reposition, she slides her legs apart and wraps them around me, pulling me in tight. “Ahhh. Babe.” I groan. Fisting my cock over my pants, I’m sure I’m leaking into my boxers. Holding myself in a one-handed pushup, I squeeze my overzealous cock, reminding it I’m in charge. It throbs in my hand. Bastard. I clasp it tightly, again warning it if it doesn’t behave, I’ll leave, giving myself the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had. My threat is serious until Kenzie continues rubbing and gyrating against me. I’m just a man. Powerless to her dry humping my cock like her life depends on it.

I pull my lips from hers, breaking the heated moment. It would be easy to jump back into it, but I want to make sure Kenzie is okay. Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I ask, “Babe, if you want to stop, you’re going to have to tell me. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you aren’t ready for.” She’s not just any woman to me. She matters, and I don’t want her uncomfortable.

Wiggling below me, she smiles and answers, “I’m all yours. I want this. Want you .”

Stunned, I question, “Really?” She laughs and pulls me down for a knock-your-socks-off, heated kiss that leaves me with no more questions. Overheated, I throw off the covers while my mind spins with all the ideas of what I want to do to her.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

Scooting myself over her, I climb out of the bed before saying, “I’m getting things more comfortable.” Then… I drop my pants and boxers. My hard cock bobs out in front of me and I grab it and give it a squeeze. Kenzie’s eyes go wide, and she makes an O with her mouth. My pulse skyrockets in my veins. I lean over the bed and reach for the hem of her tank top. Just as I’m about to tug it up, her hand wraps around my cock. It feels divine. The ultimate pleasure. “Babe,” I caution her. “If you do much more of that, we’ll never get to the finale, and I have big plans.”

“Oh.” Her fingers loosen their hold on me and my cock throbs in protest. I suck in a deep breath, trying to keep myself under control. Once I’ve regained my composure, I open my eyes to see Kenzie completely naked before me. Her shirt gone in record time, replaced by a canvas of beautiful pale skin, laid bare just for me. A feast for the senses.

“Eager, aren’t you?” The backs of my fingers glide along the silky-smooth skin of her collarbone, down over the hard peaks of her nipples.

“Well, you were naked, so I wanted to be naked with you.”

My woman is a fucking goddess. Like a road map, she’s covered with curves that scream fun and adventure. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve her, but I know I never want to take this moment, or her, for granted.

I stand and stare at her, not wanting to miss anything. “Kenzie, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” She blushes and looks away. Crawling over her, I nudge her chin back so she’s looking at me. “I’m serious. You’re breathtaking.” Then I lower and kiss her with all the passion coursing through my ravenous body.

Pulling away, she mewls at me until I string slow kisses down her body. Starting with her neck, I leave tender kisses and quick nibbles. When I get to her collarbones, I leisurely lick across them before working over to her sternum, kissing down until I’m level with her breasts. They may be on the smaller side, but I’ve got a handful to squeeze, twist and tug. Her nipples are rosy pink and incredibly reactive to my touch. As soon as I suckle at them, her hips begin to move and a moan falls from her perfect lips. My cock grows harder at her movement, and I’m afraid it’s going to call it early. Figuring there will be more time to spend on her breasts later, I continue on down her body. I move off the bed and tug her to me. Lowering to my knees, I spread her legs wide, throwing a knee over each shoulder. My mouth waters, excited for my first taste of her. With one hand, I reach up and spread her, then I flatten my tongue and lick from back to front, paying extra attention to her clit.

“Josh,” she squeals as her hips rise.

Using my hand, I apply enough pressure to keep her in place while I lick, suck, and nip at her. It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing below me. A hand goes to my hair, tugging on it, as moans fall from her lips.

Suspecting she’s close, I insert one finger and curl it toward me. After a few strums, I rub up against her G-spot and she lifts off the bed, taking me with her. “Holy shit. Do that again.” Yes, ma’am. I insert another finger and follow orders like the good soldier I am. Only two strokes later and her muscles are squeezing my fingers while she screams out my name.

Slipping my fingers from her, I lick them clean before I pull a condom from my wallet. I quickly sheath myself and tease her hole with the head of my cock. A deep moan fills the otherwise quiet room, and I take it as my invitation to keep going. Slowly, I push into her, grunting as I go. When I bottom out, I can’t help but moan my pleasure. “That feels so good.” To which Kenzie replies with an “mmm” of her own.

Moving slowly, I pull out almost the entire way before I piston back in. After only a few strokes, we’re in sync. Using the leverage of the floor, I can angle myself so the position we’re in mimics the cowgirl and I easily slide in and out of her hot, needy channel. “Right there,” she orders. I feel the tentative squeeze of another orgasm building inside her, and I swivel my hips when I reach her clit. She arches her back, pressing her breasts into my face. I swirl my tongue around one pert nipple before her body shakes. Her muscles squeeze my cock and it feels amazing. I continue to thrust into her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. When she relaxes, I pull out and turn her on her stomach. Pulling her butt up, I don’t give her any warning before I push back into her.

“Josh,” she sobs into the bed. Just as I’m about to check and see if she’s okay, she pants, “More.” It doesn’t take but a few strokes to feel her tighten around me.

“Fuck,” I grit through my teeth as my orgasm explodes out of me. We collapse on the bed, sated.