could have told him a thousand times he was amazing, tremendous, magnificent. But she was speechless, breathless, and her heart was pounding too hard to speak or listen.
When his scarred hand brushed her thigh as he unzipped her boots, she bit down on her lip so hard it hurt. She sat on the edge of her couch, body thrumming with anticipation as Kyle took off her boots and knelt between her knees, his fingers trailing up her thighs. She gripped his hips with her legs and coiled her arms around his neck, kissing his mouth, eyes wide open as she watched his eyes darken with lust. His tongue was in her mouth. His hands seemed to be everywhere, teasing her nipples through her dress, brushing along her stomach, sliding up the inside of her thigh to stroke her. When his mouth found the pulse in her neck, she moaned.
Kyle drew her to her feet and kissed her neck, licking and sucking relentlessly until she was shuddering with desire. Backing away, she shuffled through a drawer looking for a condom, her eyes cloudy with lust. She pushed his jeans down and sheathed his jutting erection, her hand closing around it possessively. Without a word, she looked in his eyes and nodded.
Her gaze said, Please and now and don’t wait. With his hands under her bare thighs, he lifted her, pushing her back against the wall. Rucking her dress up, he pushed into her with one deep thrust, his forehead against hers, breath coming hot and fast against her bruised lips. As he pulsed within her, she rocked against him, legs wound around his hips, helpless against the onslaught of his powerful thrusts. Her breath came in short gasps as the cold spark of pleasure built with his every movement. Her heart pounded and her throat tightened, a shrill cry escaping her lips as she felt her climax rip through her body. His mouth covered hers, his tongue stroking hers and swallowing her cries as he pushed into her a final time. She felt the shudder of pleasure take him.
He eased her down the wall, and she crashed against his chest, finding that her legs wouldn’t hold her. He scooped her up and carried her to her bed, stretching out beside her. He kissed her temple, brushing sweaty hair back from her face. Shaken, she forced herself to meet his eyes, the smoldering blue stare unfazed by the explosive coupling they’d just shared. Shea blinked back tears valiantly and tried to think of something smart and saucy to say, but it was too much, too real and emotional for her to make light of it.
“Can I stay the night?” he whispered against her hair.
She nodded. “I wish you would. I didn’t think, I mean, I thought you’d just leave…”
“I don’t want to just leave,” he grinned at her. “We’re not finished. Not by a long shot,”
Shea kissed him then, saying everything she was afraid to put into words. It had been a mistake, she knew that now, because everything she had felt for him was magnified by that intimacy, until her love for him was less a temporary problem to get over than a forest fire she was chasing with a cup of water. She made a noise that was meant to be a giggle at her absurd metaphor, but it came out ragged, like a sob. He kissed her softly, swallowing that sound, and tugging at her lower lip with his teeth as he eased her dress off of her. She reached over and switched off the lamp, alone with him in darkness at last.
CHAPTER 7: KYLE
He woke up alone at eight, in a strange bed with pale pink sheets on it, surrounded by fluffy pillows and watched suspiciously by a stuffed bunny on the nightstand. There was bird wallpaper everywhere, little tiny songbirds on a field of cream. He shook his head to clear it, wondering if he was waking up in a Disney movie. He found his phone in the pocket of his pants, which were on the floor. Seeing the time, he swore and started pulling on his clothes. He had a nine o’clock class to teach.
Looking around, he saw a sticky note on the lamp by the bed.
Early shift. I’ll miss you.
When his scarred hand brushed her thigh as he unzipped her boots, she bit down on her lip so hard it hurt. She sat on the edge of her couch, body thrumming with anticipation as Kyle took off her boots and knelt between her knees, his fingers trailing up her thighs. She gripped his hips with her legs and coiled her arms around his neck, kissing his mouth, eyes wide open as she watched his eyes darken with lust. His tongue was in her mouth. His hands seemed to be everywhere, teasing her nipples through her dress, brushing along her stomach, sliding up the inside of her thigh to stroke her. When his mouth found the pulse in her neck, she moaned.
Kyle drew her to her feet and kissed her neck, licking and sucking relentlessly until she was shuddering with desire. Backing away, she shuffled through a drawer looking for a condom, her eyes cloudy with lust. She pushed his jeans down and sheathed his jutting erection, her hand closing around it possessively. Without a word, she looked in his eyes and nodded.
Her gaze said, Please and now and don’t wait. With his hands under her bare thighs, he lifted her, pushing her back against the wall. Rucking her dress up, he pushed into her with one deep thrust, his forehead against hers, breath coming hot and fast against her bruised lips. As he pulsed within her, she rocked against him, legs wound around his hips, helpless against the onslaught of his powerful thrusts. Her breath came in short gasps as the cold spark of pleasure built with his every movement. Her heart pounded and her throat tightened, a shrill cry escaping her lips as she felt her climax rip through her body. His mouth covered hers, his tongue stroking hers and swallowing her cries as he pushed into her a final time. She felt the shudder of pleasure take him.
He eased her down the wall, and she crashed against his chest, finding that her legs wouldn’t hold her. He scooped her up and carried her to her bed, stretching out beside her. He kissed her temple, brushing sweaty hair back from her face. Shaken, she forced herself to meet his eyes, the smoldering blue stare unfazed by the explosive coupling they’d just shared. Shea blinked back tears valiantly and tried to think of something smart and saucy to say, but it was too much, too real and emotional for her to make light of it.
“Can I stay the night?” he whispered against her hair.
She nodded. “I wish you would. I didn’t think, I mean, I thought you’d just leave…”
“I don’t want to just leave,” he grinned at her. “We’re not finished. Not by a long shot,”
Shea kissed him then, saying everything she was afraid to put into words. It had been a mistake, she knew that now, because everything she had felt for him was magnified by that intimacy, until her love for him was less a temporary problem to get over than a forest fire she was chasing with a cup of water. She made a noise that was meant to be a giggle at her absurd metaphor, but it came out ragged, like a sob. He kissed her softly, swallowing that sound, and tugging at her lower lip with his teeth as he eased her dress off of her. She reached over and switched off the lamp, alone with him in darkness at last.
CHAPTER 7: KYLE
He woke up alone at eight, in a strange bed with pale pink sheets on it, surrounded by fluffy pillows and watched suspiciously by a stuffed bunny on the nightstand. There was bird wallpaper everywhere, little tiny songbirds on a field of cream. He shook his head to clear it, wondering if he was waking up in a Disney movie. He found his phone in the pocket of his pants, which were on the floor. Seeing the time, he swore and started pulling on his clothes. He had a nine o’clock class to teach.
Looking around, he saw a sticky note on the lamp by the bed.
Early shift. I’ll miss you.
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