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CHAPTER 15

Camila

I carried over the lasagna I’d made earlier that day and knocked on Kilo’s door. It’d been three weeks of this. Almost every night, I went to his house and brought a meal. We’d eat, talk, watch movies, and most nights I fell asleep in his arms on his couch. Then I’d sneak home and into my bed. It was the most normal thing in my life in over four years.

And each day I fell harder and harder for him. We made out often, but still hadn’t slept together. He seemed to be taking things slow with me and as much as I appreciated that, I was done. My body was rioting and demanding that we give in to the urges that refused to give me any relief.

Tonight was the night. I’d bought a new bra and panty set and I was wearing a short pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Food and small clothes, that was my plan to seduce this man. It was laughable. He had beautiful, half-clothed women around the clubhouse every day. But this was the best I could do, so I was going for it. Seeing how his eyes lit up when I brought dinner in, and how his gaze heated when he looked me up and down, I thought it was a good plan.

“Hey, Cami,” he said with a grin as he opened up the door. His eyes narrowed on the dish I was holding. “What did you make today?”

I laughed at his tone, because I’d already figured out the way to this man’s heart was through his stomach. “Lasagna.”

He groaned. “I’m going to have to up my cardio after this, Woman. You’re going to make me gain weight.” He crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Unless that’s your plan?” He arched a brow. “You trying to fatten me up so no other woman will want me?”

Tilting my head, I studied him. He hadn’t put on an ounce. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I teased, faking an innocent tone.

He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Every muscle in my body relaxed into him. If there was any doubt in my mind that I trusted and cared for this man, my own body’s reaction would have put me at ease.

I moaned softly when his tongue swept into my mouth. His other hand slipped under the back of my tank top, his palm warm on my skin. When he pulled back, he looked down at me. “Come on in.” His voice was husky and deep.

Sucking in a breath, I stepped past him into his house. “Is Overdrive stopping by tonight?” Sometimes his friend joined us on our movie nights.

“No.”

I looked over at him and saw the glint in his eyes. We both seemed to know that something was different tonight. I went into his kitchen and put the lasagna in his oven to reheat. Leaning back against the counter, I watched him come in toward me.

“What do you want to watch tonight?”

“You choose,” I told him. I’d picked the last few movies.

“Alright,” he was watching me like a predator would prey. Like if he took his eyes off me I might run off.

Try it, he might chase you.

I didn’t think I’d mind Kilo chasing after me. Especially not once he caught me. “It’ll only take a few minutes to heat this up,” I told him, trying to force my mind back to the here and now. I wrung my hands together, feeling awkward. It didn’t matter that I wanted him, this was still nerve wracking for me.

A muscle jumped in his jaw as he stared at me. “I like your shorts.”

I blinked at the abrupt change in topic. “Thank you.”

“They new?”

Should I admit that they were? That I’d bought them for him?

He stalked closer to me and ran his hand up the outer side of my thigh, making my heart skip a beat. “Your skin is so fucking soft.”

I swallowed, staring up at him, unsure of how to respond to that.

His lips tipped up on one side. “Did you buy these for me, Camila?”

Oh Lord.

Those words in that low voice were doing something to me. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together to relieve the sudden ache between them, but his hand was already there, fingers running over the inside of my knee. I settled for nodding. Playing hard to get was never my strong suit. I was too damn honest.

His fingers were back to the outside of my leg and moving upward, under the hem of the shorts. “You trying to kill me?” he teased. “Wearing these little booty shorts over here?”

I shook my head. Killing him wasn’t in my plans. I needed him very much alive.

“But you are. Then you wear this white tank top that doesn’t quite reach the shorts.” His hand skimmed up to my stomach and his fingers disappeared under the hem of my shirt. He groaned and my disappointment was heavy when his hand left my skin. But then he gripped my hips and lifted me onto the counter, as if I weighed nothing.

I gasped, holding onto his shoulders so that I didn’t fall forward with the sudden movement. “Kilo-”

“Nope,” he said, cutting me off. “You don’t get to come over here, teasing me, then tell me not to do the things I’ve been thinking about for over a month. Have some fucking mercy on me, Woman.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you to stop,” I told him, voice quiet but firm.

His eyes narrowed. “You weren’t?”

I shook my head, then leaned down and kissed him.

He let out a rumble of pleasure as he deepened the kiss.

My heart was racing and my pulse was thudding loudly in my ears. The sound of the oven timer beeping had him pulling back and cursing under his breath. He reached over and slammed his finger against the off button. “We’ll eat later,” he growled.

“But-”

“I’m not hungry for food,” he told me, his mouth finding mine again. His mouth was just as demanding and eager as his hands as they roved over me, igniting fires inside of my body. My legs went around his waist and my arms went around his neck. “Fuck,” he growled. “Hold on tight, Baby.”

He lifted me off the counter, one arm under my ass while the other threaded through my hair, holding me still as he continued to kiss me as he walked. The next thing I knew we were going down. I let out a squeak and clutched him tighter.

“That was fucking adorable,” he mumbled against my neck as he settled us on his bed. His hips pressed into mine and I realized exactly what he meant by he wasn’t hungry for food. He was starving for me. He was using his tongue and teeth on my skin and it made me shiver with delight.

His cock was thick and hard between us. It was rubbing against my pussy and I couldn’t help but grind up against him. I’d been waiting for this for too long. I’d been too scared to give in because if I did, and had to leave, it would break me. But there was no choice anymore. I needed him too badly.

He pushed up on his forearms and stared down at me. “You have any idea how badly I’ve wanted you? How many times I’ve jacked off in the shower thinking about you?”

My mouth dropped open at his words. I wasn’t a virgin, but that didn't mean I had a lot of experience. And his dirty words conjured up all sorts of images in my mind. I wanted to see that. To watch him stroke himself until he came. And that realization made me feel a little shy. That and the knowledge that he was about to strip me naked and do all those things he’d said he was thinking about before.

My body didn’t embarrass me. My breasts were small, my stomach a bit rounded, and my butt and thighs were thick. I loved my butt. It was my best feature. I just didn’t want to think that he’d look at me and find me lacking in any way. If he liked a flaca with big breasts and blonde hair, he was going to be disappointed.

He frowned down at me. “What’re you thinking?” He already knew how to read me too well. He arched a brow. “I know it doesn’t have anything to do with this fucking sexy body because you’re perfect.” He shoved my shirt higher, peppering kisses over my stomach as he went.

I couldn’t help but laugh as his short beard tickled me. My laughter didn’t last long. “Oh God,” I breathed as his hands skimmed up and cupped my breasts.

He squeezed them and groaned, then shoved my shirt up until it was just under my chin. My nipples hardened further under his gaze. “Is this new, too?” he teased, fingers tracing the lace of my bra.

“Yes,” I admitted.

He grinned at me. “So you planned to seduce me, huh? With these tiny shorts and this sexy lingerie. What else you got hidden under your clothes, Camila?”

My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. How was I supposed to talk when he looked at me like that? When his fingers started rubbing my nipple?

He chuckled. “Guess I'll have to find out. Later. Right now, I’m busy.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then tugged the cup of my bra under my breast. My clit throbbed as the cool air hit my nipple before his hot mouth was closing around it.

I cried out, arching off the bed, my fingers digging into his short hair. His tongue swirled around the tight peak and he sucked. Now it was him trying to kill me. I was having a hard time holding still, writhing beneath him. He had me so turned on, I wondered if I could orgasm like this. Probably not, but he seemed determined to try to make me.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, switching to my other breast. He didn’t seem to mind my smaller breasts, and thank God, because his tongue was magic. My body was burning up. He moved lower, licking the space between my breasts, then the soft skin under each, his mouth leaving a trail of heat everywhere it went.

It wasn’t enough though. My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Kilo.”

He lifted his head, a smug look on his face. “What do you want, Baby? Tell me.”

“Have some mercy,” I said, repeating his earlier words.

He chuckled as he continued to kiss his way down my body.

“Is that what you want? Mercy?”

I nodded, breathing hard as he scraped his teeth over my hip.

He dragged my shorts down, leaving my little lace thong on. “Or do you want me to give you an orgasm that makes you scream?”

I sucked in a breath, my eyes fluttering closed. “That. I want that.”

“You want to scream?”

“God, yes.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered, wedging his massive shoulders between my thighs.

When he rubbed his mouth over the wet lace of my thong, I let out a strangled cry. He didn’t stop there, just kept pressing his face against my core. His nose nuzzled my clit, sending zings of pleasure through me.

He growled against me and I was about to tell him not to stop, when he grabbed the flimsy lace with his teeth and dragged it down. It didn’t go far, so he used his hands and ripped them apart and off, tossing the scraps impatiently to the side.

It was so sexy, I wasn’t even mad about him destroying them.

When he put his mouth back on me, I was glad the panties were gone. There was nothing separating us now. He was eating me like a starved man, tongue flicking over my clit. I moaned, hips arching up into his mouth. It was so good I never wanted him to stop.

He growled and the vibration went straight through me. My fingers dug into his scalp. His hair wasn’t long enough to hang on to. “Oh God,” I gasped as pleasure built inside of me.

His mouth was relentless. When his finger slid into my pussy, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. He was moving faster, his tongue and finger working together to bring me to an orgasm. I was so close.

“Kilo,” I begged.

His answer was a groan against my clit. Then his fingers slid in a little deeper and curved, rubbing against a spot that had my whole body lighting up. It was a tingle at first, then it exploded. “Oh! Oh!” My body bowed and I came.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled, lifting his head. He was stroking my inner wall, keeping the pressure on as I came. His mouth latched onto one of my breasts and I nearly shot off the bed. It was like he knew every spot that made me light up like fireworks.

He pulled his finger from me, and I whined in protest.

“You’re going to come again,” he told me, unzipping his pants.

I watched as he pulled his cock free and gave it a hard stroke. It was much bigger than I expected, but I wasn’t afraid. He wouldn’t hurt me. I knew that with every inch of my being.

He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom, rolling it on his dick before settling back down between my thighs. “Put me inside,” he ordered, bracing himself on forearms above me.

I knew what he was doing. He was making sure this was my choice, as if I hadn’t already made it. My hand shook a little as I took hold of his cock. He was hot and thick in my hand, even covered in latex. I wanted him bare, for there to be nothing between us, but I wasn’t on birth control, so I didn’t say anything about taking the condom off. The last thing we needed was for me to get pregnant.

“Goddamn,” he bit out as I notched him at my core.

Once I had the head nestled against my entrance, his hips thrust, burying his length inside of me.

I cried out in pleasure. He was so big. I felt every inch as he pulled out, then slammed home. His hands gripped my thighs and pushed them back toward my chest.

“Oh!” The angle changed and his pelvic bone rubbed against my clit with each stroke.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” he gritted out.

I could only moan in response. The feel of him was almost overwhelming. The stretch, the fullness, the friction. All of it.

“Come for me,” he demanded.

He was fucking me harder, his pace fast and punishing. It was just what I needed. “Yes,” I breathed.

His hips rocked into me, slamming his cock home. I was lost in a sea of sensation and then he was sucking on my nipple and I was flying apart.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it, Baby,” he groaned as I came around his cock.

His hips didn’t stop, just kept pounding into me. My nails scratched down his back.

“You’re gonna come again.” It was a warning. A demand.

I moaned, feeling another orgasm approaching. I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but Kilo had a way of making the impossible happen. He was demanding and too sexy to resist. I wasn’t sure whether it was a third orgasm, or if he was just prolonging the one that was tearing through me. Either way, it was ecstasy.

“That’s right,” he praised.

“Kilo!” I screamed as he fucked me into oblivion.

I couldn’t get enough. My nails raked over his shoulders and arms, needing him closer, but not wanting him to stop.

He groaned and gave me what I needed, burying his face in my neck as his hips rocked harder. He was chasing his own pleasure now and the idea that I’d been able to drive him to this was so satisfying.

“Jesus, Camila,” he gasped, his pace turning erratic.

My fingers dug into his back, holding him against me as he thrust. One, two, three more strokes and he stiffened, then cursed, his hips stilling as he came.

When his body collapsed on top of mine, I stroked his back and kissed the side of his neck. My thighs were trembling and my heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling his head from my neck and staring down at me. He cupped my cheek before kissing me deeply, then he rolled, taking me with him until I was sprawled over his muscular body.

We were both silent for a while, the only sound in the room was our panting breaths. He was brushing his hand over my ass, occasionally palming it while we recovered.

I closed my eyes, my cheek against his chest as I listened to the beating of his heart. This was exactly what I’d needed and I felt closer to him than ever. I frowned, realizing that my time was up. I was going to have to tell him my secret. I couldn’t keep it from him anymore.

Tomorrow.

The last thing I wanted to do was ruin this perfect night with all the nightmares of my past. I’d give myself this one amazing night with him, then tomorrow I’d sit him down and give him the entire story.