Sweetest Temptations by J.C. Valentine Page A

creating a fire deep inside. His touch was simple, yet held so much more. It was the unspoken desire I saw in his eyes, the irrepressible need I felt welling within me making my body feel achy, my breasts tender and heavy. It was an undeniable connection and it was the reason I made the first move.
    I felt my body sway forward, my lips already tingling in anticipation. Kennedy’s palms glided up my arms, finding the curve of my neck where his fingers wrapped around my nape, holding me in place. He used his hold to his advantage, tilting my head as he brought his mouth closer to mine, leaving me no choice but to follow his lead. My hands found him, smoothing across his rock hard stomach to his sides. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as I opened my legs wide, pulling him in closer. Between my legs, where the throb had grown almost unbearable, I felt his cock pressing against me, and I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
    “Do you know the most important part of first-aid?” he murmured, as his fingers gently massaged my nape. I shook my head in answer. “A kiss to make it all better.”
    I was so hot in that moment, that if someone lit me on fire, it would have been as refreshing as a cold glass of water dumped over my head.
    Kennedy’s mouth hovered over mine, our bodies flush. I was utterly lost in his eyes, which had turned molten, when bells and sirens began to wail, ripping through our peaceful moment. I jolted from the shock, and my heart thumped wildly for a whole new reason.
    “What’s going on?” I asked, stilling in Kennedy’s arms, although, considering where I was, there really was only one guess.
    “Emergency,” Kennedy stated simply. By the tight look on his face, I knew what was coming next.
    “You have to go.”
    “I’m sorry. It’s usually pretty quiet during the afternoon.”
    Through the open door, I caught a glimpse of everyone leaping into action, having abandoned their chairs and plates, and were now rushing around and suiting up. I hated that he had to leave, but it was a good dose of reality. I’d finally figured out what was wrong with my sister’s choice. If I planned to date Kennedy, this was what I was signing up for. Days apart, constant worrying over his safety. The realization hit me hard and I felt my shoulders slump. “It’s okay. I know you have to go.”
    “I do,” he said, his voice laced with regret. Lifting his hand to trace the curve of my jaw with light fingertips, he spoke quietly, hopefully. “You can stay and wait for me.”
    And do what? I had no clue when he would be back, or what state he would be in. I didn’t like the idea of sitting around waiting, wondering. Torturing myself with unanswered questions. “I think I should go,” I told him, my decision made. “You have to work, and I have a cake to bake.”
    His eyebrows knit together. “I thought you were closed today?”
    “I am. The cake is for the dinner tomorrow at my sister’s. Will you be there?”
    Releasing me, he helped me to my feet. As he led us back inside, he said, “I don’t know yet. I’m working tomorrow, but if I can, I will.”
    My stomach sank with disappointment, but I understood. He had to work, too, and his job was a lot more important than mine. Still, I found myself hoping that he would be able to get away for a while, because, despite my reservations, I wasn’t nearly finished with this man.
    “Kenny, let’s go!” one of the guys shouted as he climbed onto the side of one of the trucks, his neck craning back to look at him.
    Kennedy waved his hand, letting him know that he was on his way, and cast me an apologetic look. “I have to take off. Will you be okay letting yourself out?”
    I waved a dismissive hand. “Of course.” My heart tripped a little when he stepped forward and laced the fingers on both of our hands together.
    “I wish I had time to walk you to your car.”
    “Me too. My sense of direction is pretty shitty. I’m surprised I don’t get