Play Along (Windy City, #4)

by Liz Tomforde

“I like kissing you.” “Mmm, how did those words feel coming off your tongue?” She smiles against my lips. “Like acid.”

Max waves goodbye at me, then to Kennedy before bringing his chubby little hand to his mouth and blowing a sloppy kiss her way. “Oh, come on!” I protest. “I’m right here, man!” Kai shakes his head with a suppressed smile and Max’s laughter follows them all the way down the hall to his bedroom. The room settles back into watching the game on TV. “Jealous of a two-year-old,” Kennedy says quietly. “That’s a new look for you.” “I’ve been jealous over you for years, Ken. Couldn’t care less how old the guy is.”

“When I’m what, Kennedy?” His voice is loud and angry. “When I’m constantly thinking about you? When I’m trying my best just to get you to notice me? Or when I’m too busy not touching other women. Because I haven’t laid a finger on anyone other than you. Not once. And not just since we got married. I haven’t even looked at another woman since the day I found out you ended your engagement. I would’ve waited for you since the day I met you had I known you weren’t in love with your fiancé. For years, I thought you were happy with someone else. But I only found out ten months ago, Ken. For the last ten months, I thought I might have a real shot, so I’ve tried my fucking best. I’ve waited for you to see me, and I’d wait the rest of my life if I thought I ever had a real chance with you, but I don’t. Do I? Never have.” I’m stunned silent, right there in the hallway with the field behind me and him in front. “God.” His exhale is full of agony. “Why can’t you see it? Why can’t you see me?”

“I like holding your hand in public.” He doesn’t even try to lower his voice when he adds, “And I like holding your throat in private.”