Kale’s breath hitched and he dropped his hand from my face. “You haven’t been with someone . . . have you?”
I felt heat spread across my cheeks. “Why do you care?”
I gasped when my back was suddenly pressed against the wall behind me, and Kale was up against me, moulding his hard body to the front of mine.
My centre began to throb.
“Have. You. Had. Sex?” Kale asked me, his eyes narrowed and non-blinking.
I was so twisted for finding him incredibly sexy when he was angry.
“What will you do if I have?” I questioned.
He placed his hands on either side of my head and said, “Rip the bastard’s dick off.”
My eyelids fluttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “And if I haven’t, what will you do?”
He dropped his roaring red eyes to my lips, and my heart almost came to a complete stop.
“Answer my question and I’ll show you.”
Show me. Not tell me.
“No,” I squeaked. “I haven’t had sex with anyone.”
Kale lowered his face to mine until our lips were centimetres apart.
“I’ve had a fair bit to drink,” he hiccupped. “So kick me in the balls if kissing you isn’t okay.”
I bit down on my lower lip, and the action caused him to groan as I felt him harden against me. Fuck. Shit. It was happening.
Finally.
“I’ll kick you in the balls if you don’t kiss me.”
Kale pressed his forehead against mine and said, “I don’t want to do something that will ruin things.”
“It’s too late for that,” I replied, terrified he would change his mind. “You want to kiss me, and I really want to kiss you.”
“We can’t be friends after this,” he whispered, swaying into me. “We can’t ever be just friends anymore.”
I lifted my hands and gripped onto his T-shirt. “I don’t want to just be your friend.”
He blinked. “You really want me?”
“Hell. Yes.”
His eyes lit with fire then, and he applied more pressure against my body.
“Think carefully about this,” he said firmly, groaning when I moved, causing my hip to brush over his hardened length.
Yeah, he’s hard, I thought. For me.
I swallowed. “I’ve thought about this non-stop the last couple of years.”
Kale growled. “You’re making this very hard.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “I think that’s the point.”
He looked at me, his hooded eyes filled with lust. “Last chance for you to run away from me.”
Like hell.
“I’d never run away from you.”
Kale lowered his face dangerously close to mine. “Promise?”
“I promise,” I breathed, and fisting his shirt in my hands, I pulled him towards me.
He didn’t protest; in fact, he almost glided across the room with me, but he halted and said, “The door.”
I let go of him as he scurried over to the door, turning the lock. When he turned back to face me, I started to lose my cool and become nervous. Extremely nervous. I continued to back up until the back of my legs came into contact with the bed.
“You’re sure about this?” Kale asked as he stumbled towards me.
I caught him just as he was about to trip over his own two feet.
“I’m sure, but are you?” I asked. “You’ve had a bit to drink, and I don’t want to take advantage—”
“Let me stop you right there,” he said, laughing. “You aren’t taking advantage of me, Laney Baby – trust me.”
I did, but he wasn’t exactly in his right mind, and I didn’t want this to be something that was really good tonight but turned out really bad in the morning.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Kale looked down at me and licked his lips.
“Lie back for me, sweetheart.”
Shit.
Okay, this was really fucking happening.
I sat down on the bed and lay back like he asked. I looked up at him as he knocked his knees against mine and took off his beanie hat, tossing it on the floor behind him. His hair was sticking up all over the place, which only added to the Greek god look he was rocking. He kept his inflamed eyes on me as he kicked his shoes off and began to unbutton his shirt.
Ohhhhhh, my God.
I licked my lips when the shirt left his body and floated onto the floor. I watched it fall until it was out of sight, so my eyes automatically went back to the show Kale was giving me. His hands were on his belt, and he was unbuckling it. My hands itched to do it, so I boldly sat up and covered his hands with mine in silent question as I gazed up at him.
He let go of his buckle and placed his hands on either side of my face, grinning down at me. With a surge of bravery, I opened Kale’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I lowered his zip and then tugged on his jeans until they fell to the floor. I gasped when I found he was going commando, and saw the really impressive body part that had had me wondering for years.
It measured up to my expectations.
Trust me.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Kale huskily chuckled as he moved his hand to my hair and scraped his nails against my scalp. The sensation prompted me to angle my mouth towards him, but he quickly stopped me by pulling his hips back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, frowning up at him.
Kale stepped closer to me. “I want your mouth on me more than anything, but just not now. I don’t have enough control.”
I realised what he meant, and my cheeks flooded with heat.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.
Confidence filled me, but nervousness took over once more when Kale leaned me back onto the bed and said, “I want to make this good for you.”
I hesitated, confused. “I don’t understand.”
He lifted my legs and rid me of my heels.
“Kale,” I pressed. “What do you mean, you want to make it good for me?”
He moved from my legs to my skirt, and I watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned it and hooked his fingers through the belt holes. He pulled, and without thinking I arched my back and lifted my behind from the mattress so the fabric could freely slide down my legs.
Suddenly, Kale was on his knees, his hands on my spread thighs. It took me a second, but when I knew what he wanted to do, shock filled me.
I gasped. “You can’t!”
He devilishly smirked. “I plan to.”
The pulse that was slow and steady between my thighs came to life with a vengeance at the thought of what Kale planned to do to me . . . there.
“Kale,” I whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“Can you kiss me first?” I swallowed. “Before, you know, you do that.”
I hesitantly looked at him to gauge his reaction, and when I saw the swirl of lust and desire in his hazel eyes, I gasped. His touch was like fire as he moved up my body and brought his face to mine.
“I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that for months,” he murmured.
I blinked. “You have?”
He nodded. “Say it again, but this time tell me to.”
My heart hammered against my chest.
“Kiss me, Kale,” I breathed. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His lips touched mine, and magic happened.
After all the years I’d spent admiring Kale, I thought I knew all there was to know about his lips, but nothing I imagined about kissing them came close to the real thing. Goosebumps broke out over my skin as a shiver raced up and down my spine, before it was quickly replaced with warmth that spread throughout my body.
He tasted of whisky, and I knew I would never be able to separate him from that taste and scent. It was purely him.
I parted my lips when Kale’s tongue flicked against them, asking for entry. The wicked pulse between my thighs throbbed with every thrust of his tongue against my own. I mimicked his actions, and we quickly fell into a rhythm of kissing one another with a hunger that meant more than our next breath.
His mouth was warm, and the caress of his lips was softer than I could have ever imagined. I opened my mouth with a low moan as Kale imprinted himself on my lips.
The kisses obliterated every thought.
I greedily sucked air into my lungs when his lips left mine minutes later. He pressed his forehead to mine, and with his own chest rapidly rising and falling, he inhaled and hummed low in his throat.
“I knew it’d be like this,” he breathed. “I knew we’d be like fire together.”
The need I felt for him consumed me.
“Kale, please,” I pleaded. “Touch me.”
He made a sound close to a growl when he lowered his face and nuzzled my neck. I swallowed as he kissed his way down my body, stopping at my lower abdomen when I gasped.
He lazily grinned up at me. “You’ll love it, darling, I promise.”
I didn’t doubt that, but what if he didn’t love it.
“What if you don’t like . . . because you’ll taste . . . oh, God.”
I flung my hands over my face when Kale started to laugh.
“Laney Baby, your innocence is killing me.”
Yeah, well, mortification was killing me.
“Just let me die here and – Kale!”
I dropped my hands from my face to the sides of my body and fisted the bed sheets around me as pure pleasurable sensation attacked my core in the form of a wicked tongue. I wasn’t new to the sensation I was experiencing – I had pleasured myself on many occasions – but my fingers were no match for Kale’s tongue.
“Oh, God!” I groaned, and bit down on my lower lip.
I lifted my head and looked down at Kale, who was kissing and licking me through the thin material of my lace underwear. The sight was just as good as the sensation, if not better.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but the moment he pushed the material of my underwear to the side and put his mouth on me bare, I was forced to. My eyes rolled back as my head fell against the mattress underneath me. I heard the cries, pleas, and moans echo throughout the room, but I was so twisted up in what Kale’s mouth was doing to me that it took me a few minutes to realise the sounds were coming from me.