Convictions: Kelly and Stephen by Delinda Dewick Read Free Book Online Page A

been consumed with thoughts of Kelly. 
    Stephen had only seen her once during the entire two weeks.  The day he saw her Jeep parked outside Hawley’s he had gone in just to lay his eyes on her but he hadn’t expected the toll it would take on him to be so close to her.  After that encounter he had decided to steer clear of her completely if possible. 
    Kelly reached behind her to pull a small duffle bag out of the back seat and handed it back to him.  For Stephen, the duffle bag signaled her intent to stay, at least for a little while.  He would do his best to convince her to make it longer, but that conversation could wait until tomorrow.  Today was Saturday, and he intended to spend this Saturday night the same way they had spent it two weeks ago.
    She turned back to the care again and pulled out two bags of groceries.  Stephen closed the car door behind her and led her to the cabin, choosing the back entrance kitchen door.  His stomach was a ball of nerves wondering how she would like the new kitchen. 
    When Kelly stepped into the kitchen with the groceries she was amazed.  He had certainly been busy.  The ceiling was completed, light fixtures back in place, and the plastic was gone.  The kitchen was about ninety percent complete.  There were still some finishing touches needed to the tile backsplash and a new hardwood floor only half laid, but the rest looked incredible.  It appeared to her that he had used only the best of everything making it a dream kitchen suitable for any world class chef, which of course neither of them was.  But it would be fun to cook with him in this space. 
    Stephen dropped her bag on the bedroom floor while Kelly unpacked the groceries, teasing him about how much more he gets done when she’s not around.  He smiled, and laughed, but for Stephen there was only one thing he needed right now and he would be useless until after that was taken care of. 
    Sliding up behind her his erection was already well underway as he put his hands at her waist.  Slowly sliding them down to cover her hips he pulled her back against his groin so that she could feel the effect she was having on him.  He brushed the hair out of the way with his chin to drop feathery light kisses across the nape of her neck.  She shivered at his touch.
    No longer interested in her neck, he turned her around to face him.  As she was pinned between Stephen and the cabinet by his hips she could feel the full extent of his erection straining under his jeans. 
    “I took your bag into the bedroom” his voice was low and husky, “and I think that’s where we need to be.” 
    Kelly said shyly “But I brought food?”
    “Good, but later.” 
    Stephen’s eyes twinkled as he began unbuttoning her shirt, the back of his hand softly brushing her breasts.  Her desire inflamed, burned red hot to her core.
    His words were barely discernable through his desire for her “Are you going to come willingly or do I need to carry you again?” 
    His hunger for her ran so deep that he would have gladly carried her but it wasn’t necessary.  She was just as hungry as he and their afternoon was spent getting reacquainted in the most pleasurable ways that either of them could imagine.
     
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    It was much later when they came back into the kitchen.  Stephen opened the fridge to rummage around.  Kelly said “I picked up some chops.  I can do them on the stove?” 
    Stephen, nodding approval, emptied a can of green beans into a small sauce pan.  His back was to her.  He was shirtless and again she had a hard time concentrating on anything but his physique.  They had been out of the bedroom all of fifteen minutes but already she wanted to reach out to him, to run her hands over the hardness of him and feel the ripple of his muscles.  She shook her head several times trying to clear those thoughts, at least until after dinner.
    With full stomachs, and dishes done, Stephen started a fire.  June nights in Alaska