Part 458
Kevin was one of the last ones off stage. It was a good thing the others were occupied with their own women, or they just might have been knocked over by Lynne.
"Kevin are you all right?" she said, not an ounce of hesitation in her voice, her arms reaching out to pull him into a worried embrace.
"Baby, I’m fine," he chuckled. "Nothing hurt except my pride."
"I can’t believe what happened out there!" On and on she went, berating security, spouting off about the insanity of so-called ‘fans’, and Kevin couldn’t get a word in edgewise. There was only one way to stop her.
As Lynne’s eyes flashed in mid-tirade, Kevin wrapped his fingers through her hair, pulled her toward him and kissed her. Really kissed her, the way he’d wanted to for days. The way she’d always dreamed about being kissed by Kevin Richardson. This was something Lynne felt all the way to her toenails, because Kevin never did anything halfway. Her breath caught in her throat and escaped on a moan while Kevin’s lips plundered hers, coaxing her mouth open to permit his tongue to tangle with hers. Thank god he was tall and strong, because no power on earth could have kept her upright on her own.
Kevin groaned as Lynne's arms wrapped tightly around his back and he wanted to feel them against his naked skin in the worst way. Somehow finding his last ounce of control, he pulled his mouth from Lynne’s, rested his forehead against hers and took in a ragged deep breath. "Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here." Grabbing her hand he set off for the side exit.
"Kevin, your shower-"
"Not here." Casting his eyes down to meet hers, he grinned. "I think it’s time you took me up on my earlier request to wash my back."
Lynne’s eyes darkened as she smiled back, her stomach in anxious knots. "What are we waiting for?" Squeezing his fingers she pulled ahead, practically racing him to the waiting van.
"Hey Kev!" Brian called after him. "You and Lynne wanta go-"
"NO!" they replied in unison, laughing as the door to the van slammed shut, just barely concealing their wandering hands from the curious eyes of the remaining fans.