Page 33 of Unscripted Love
The pleasure of his possession caused my eyes to roll back inside my head, but it wasn’t enough. “More.” I wanted to feel him for days after I left his bed. Every twinge and tingle would remind me of how I could drive a man like him to his knees with want and need.
Kyle leaned over my back, fisted his hand in my hair, and turned my head so he could devour my mouth in a fierce kiss. No one had ever craved my touch and taste the way he did, and it went straight to my head and cock.
Needy whimpers escaped my throat as I got closer to coming apart beneath him. I reached behind me and grabbed the back of Kyle’s thigh and held on while he drove us both to the finish line. He captured my shouts in his mouth when I shot all over his bed, and I did the same for him when he flooded the condom.
I don’t know how long we stayed in that same position while our bodies came down from our high and our hearts and lungs returned to their normal speeds. Kyle finally pulled out and assisted me to a sitting position while he removed and discarded the condom.
“Shower with me?” he asked.
I missed the chance to run my hands all over his wet body at the hotel, and I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I followed him to the bathroom and feasted my eyes on his naked flesh while he started the shower.
“It’s a little cramped in here,” Kyle said once we stood beneath the spray.
“Cozy,” I countered. I had no issues with Kyle’s arms or legs bumping against mine every time he moved.
“I think I’m ready to find a permanent home and set down some roots,” Kyle told me. I was too busy watching him rinse the shampoo out of his hair for his words to register immediately.
“You weren’t planning to stay?”
“No, I planned to stay, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted to live. I’ve always lived in town, and I think I would like the peacefulness and privacy of country living,” Kyle replied.
“Do you mean a farm?”
“No, I was thinking more of a few acres with a nice pond,” Kyle explained.
“That sounds lovely,” I told Kyle. I imagined how nice it would be to walk around in my boxers and not worry about my mom, grandmother, or aunt barging in. I pictured myself looking through a window at a pond that shimmered beneath the sun. “It would be a serene place to write a book.”
“Does that mean I could entice you to come over more often?” Kyle asked suggestively.
I felt the flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck again as I realized that I practically invited myself to his house. At least I didn’t make it sound like I was moving in too. “Oh, I didn’t mean to suggest that I—” Kyle cut me off with a quick kiss.
“I would want you to come over anytime you wanted,” he told me. “I would even volunteer anytime you wanted to test out anything sexual for your books.”
“Anything?” I asked suggestively. Kyle nodded his head eagerly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Lucky for you I don’t write from a sadistic killer’s point of view.”
Kyle bit his lip, but he looked curious instead of scared. I decided I’d explore that another night because it was already getting late. I took the washcloth he set out for me and washed my body while he watched.
“I don’t want you to go home yet,” Kyle said. “We haven’t finished our dinner, and I like spending time with you.”
“I like spending time with you too, but aren’t you tired after a long day?” I asked him.
“I thought we could watch some reruns ofFriendsor playWorld of Warcraftfor a little bit.” And just like that, I was yanked back to reality. There would be no cuddling in bed while watching reruns of our favorite shows once he found out what a jerk I’d been to him. I saw the moment he realized I wasn’t going to stay. His dashed hopefulness made me want to cry. “You probably need to get home and work on your book,” Kyle said, giving me a valid excuse to use.
“Yeah,” I said sadly. “I want to get this book to my editor in a few weeks, and it will be hard to do with the few hours I manage each night.” Fuck! I made it sound like I regretted spending time with him and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. “I also realized that it’s good to take time for myself and recharge. You’ve been very good for me.”
“I’m glad.” Kyle kissed me long and slow then said, “I’m at your service anytime you need me.”
“You deserve better treatment than someone’s booty call,” I told him. He deserved a man as good as him.
Kyle traced my jawline with the back of his hand before he slid his hand beneath my chin and tipped my head up so I could meet his gaze. “Let me be the judge of what I deserve, okay?”
“Okay then,” I said, attempting to inject a lighter note into our conversation again.
We were both quiet when we redressed and returned to his kitchen. The grilled chicken on the salads looked a little rubbery, but we were both famished and woofed them down without complaint. Unfortunately, I no longer had a valid reason to stick around once the food was gone. Kyle walked me to the front door and placed a hand on my arm before I could leave.
“One more kiss,” Kyle said. I couldn’t tell if he was pleading with me or asking, but it didn’t matter because there was no way I could’ve told him no.
His goodbye kiss was so much different than any other we had shared. It was languid and filled with so much promise that my eyes watered with unshed tears by the time he pulled back. Kyle looked confused by my reaction until I smiled at him.