Kathy's World Read Online Free Page A

shift and his hand traveled a little farther down her leg. “So I'm guessing you don't usually take any notice of heavy metal drummers then?”
    “No, you're the first.” She lifted her head. His face was close to hers. “I guess you don't get many analysts asking you for sex?”
    “I could get used to it if they look like you – and, you know, if they don't expect me to shave or anything.”
    Kathy leaned up and kissed the edge of his jaw. It was different. Mark was clean-shaven, after all. Not unpleasant, not off-putting, just... different. “I don't expect you to shave,” she said, looking up at him and hoping that he wasn't going to push her away again. “So, am I your type?”
    Eddie didn't answer. He cupped her face and pulled her closer, and in a heartbeat their lips met. It almost came as a shock, but the sensation of being kissed and wanted was a familiar one and she instantly gave in to it. It didn't have to be mind-blowing and it certainly wasn't all that romantic, but it was pure and honest. No illusions. No emotional messiness.
    She twisted sideways, rearranging herself to straddle his lap and throw her arms around his neck. The heat and power of his body pressed against hers was incredible. Her hands tangled up in his hair, and his belt buckle started digging into her stomach, but his mouth – tongue and lips and the taste of beer – god, his mouth on hers was wonderful. He kissed her with the kind of unrestrained passion she'd never known before.
    He was so different. Mark had been good in bed, and she'd always enjoyed herself, but her experience of men in general was pretty limited. It had never been this raw before. She'd always been thinking about it too much. Now, she didn't have to think at all – but she still felt a sense of triumph, that he hadn't cheated because she was unattractive or frigid. Here was another man who was willing to be with her after only a few hours of knowing her, and he was warm and funny and somehow pushed all her buttons...
    “Tell me what you want,” he growled against her neck. “Dammit, tell me fast before I lose my mind and fuck you right here.”
    Oh, that was good, that deep tone. It carried enough distilled desire to set a nunnery alight. She wanted – she needed – to hear it again, preferably with no clothes on, and who cared that she might crash at the end of this particular roller-coaster? “Talk to me,” she gasped. “Oh god, Eddie-”
    “Eddie! Kathy! Are you guys in here?” The door slammed open to reveal Gina, and she was clearly furious. “Where – oh...”
    “God fucking dammit , Gina, do you ever knock?” Eddie shouted. Kathy could only freeze in surprise. Her first instinct – to shove Eddie away – wasn't going to work while he held her tightly.
    Gina backpedaled at speed when she saw them. “Okay, I am totally sorry that I'm interrupting, but Mr. Shitface is here!”
    “Who the hell is-”
    “Mark is here?” Kathy said, her voice rising in horror.
    “Yeah! He's at the bar and I think he's trying to pick up Axeman's girlfriend! I can't believe this son of a bitch would come back here after last night!”
    “Oh no... oh no, I don't want to see him, I don't want to be anywhere near him!” Kathy started to panic. “What's he going to say if he sees me in a place like this?”
    Eddie sat her back on the couch and stood up. “Right, I'm gonna go throw him out. You stay here with Gina for a few minutes.” He adjusted his pants uncomfortably and grumbled under his breath. “Someday there'll be a goddamn saga composed in honor of my bad luck...”
    “You sit the hell down, Lancelot, we're not throwing him out.” Gina came in and shut the door, a manic grin plastered on her face. “That fucker needs some major payback for sleeping around and lying about it, and I'm going to be the one to deliver it. No one – no one – gets to bullshit me like he did and hurt you and get away with it.” She pulled out her phone and handed it