I roll my eyes and scrunch up my nose. “You have no idea. As far as what she saw, trust me when I say I have seen so much more from her side. With several different participants at that. Piper seems to think that when The Pussycat Dolls sang that song Don’t Cha, that it was meant to be her own personal theme song.
Kyle just starts laughing. “Yeah, I know the song. From what you are saying, and what I saw just now from her, I get it.”
I shrug my shoulders and click my tongue. “I have this thing for relating moments or people to certain songs. It is just something I have always done. Raleigh loves it when I do it. Even though she thinks I am completely crazy sometimes for it too.”
He is looking at me very curiously now. “So, you have a thing for music then?”
I give him a big smile. “I love music. I can’t sing or play myself, but I love to listen and feel it.”
Kyle’s eyes go all hungry looking again. “That is good to know, Caroline.”
He grabs hold of my face, and his lips come down hard onto mine. He swipes his tongue across the inside of my lip, and I open my mouth to let him in. We spend the next several moments basically making out in his car like a couple of teenagers. Hands roaming on the inside of each other’s shirts, but staying on the outside of each other’s pants.
When he pulls away, both our breathing is heavy, and we both have to start readjusting our clothes. I can’t help but to start giggling. “Wow Caroline, I believe we just made out in my car in a parking lot. I have not done anything like that since High School.”
“I was just thinking the same thing. Glad campus police didn’t bust us.”
He tucks one side of my hair behind my ear. “You are just so desirable, I couldn’t help myself. I am sure they would have understood my inability to stay in full control. I hate to leave; I will miss you Caroline.”
Kyle takes his thumb and starts rubbing it gently across my swollen lips. I let out a sigh and kiss his finger. “I will miss you too, Kyle. What are your plans for the weekend? One of the girls I work with called me this morning and asked if we could switch days this weekend. So I am now off Saturday, but working on Sunday.”
He straightens himself in his seat and gives me a big smile. “Then my plans are to have you over to my place on Saturday. I will cook for you, and keep you there all to myself, if that is ok?”
“When you put it that way, how could a girl say no? It’s a date.”
He leans in, with his lips barely touching mine as he speaks. “Not a girl, Caroline; just this girl is the only one I am concerned about. If you are comfortable with it, I would love for you to stay the whole evening with me Saturday?” I think I just melted into his seat. This all just seems so perfect.
He walks me back to the door, and I look up toward the night sky along the way. When I look back toward Kyle, he is just watching me with a smile. “I cannot wait until Saturday, Kyle. Will you please let me know that you get back home tonight?”
He leans in for one last kiss. “I will let you know. Saturday can’t come soon enough. Bye Caroline.” I squeeze his hand and watch him until he gets back into his car to drive home.
I HAVE NO interest in rushing back to my room, so I decide to head out to my car and call Raleigh. I hear her answer the phone, and then I hear a loud thump and fumbling. “Ok has he left now? Because, if so, you better get to talking Caroline!”
Raleigh always seems to make me laugh. “I am guessing you just dropped your phone from all the commotion through it?”
“Yeah, yeah I was a little anxious to get to it. No more stalling; I want details.”
I go ahead and tell Raleigh pretty much everything. She would find out somehow if I left anything out, and she would never let me live it down. I also tell her about the offer Tara made me.
“Caroline you have to get out of that dorm room. I am telling you, if Piper makes one move toward Kyle I will end her… if you don’t get to her first. I wish I could have been there to see her face, though, when Kyle let her know there was absolutely no interest. I think, as long as Tara isn’t trying to become your new BFF, her offer sounds perfect. You just need to make it clear, Raleigh comes first.”
“Of course, Raleigh; that will be my one and only stipulation to the whole arrangement with Tara. I will be sure to make it very clear. Plus, this way you can come stay with me sometimes too, since I will have my own room. Maybe we can become the Three Musketeers.”
I hear a huff through the phone. “No need to be a smart ass, Caroline. I would love to be able to come stay there some too, though. So, anyway, Kyle is good with a lot more than just his hands, huh?”
We go on like this for the next half hour, and I am in a very good mood once I hang up. Piper is gone once I get back to our room. I am getting my things together for a shower when I get a text from Kyle.
Kyle: Just got in the door. I can still taste u on my lips. Will call u tmrw.
Goodnight Sweet Caroline.
Caroline: Just getting ready to shower, glad u made it home safe. My lips are still tender with the taste of u as well. Goodnight Kyle.
I meet up in the cafeteria with Tara for lunch on Friday, and we talk about me moving in. Adam shows up a few minutes later, and sits down at the table with us. He just gives us a nod and a smile, and begins eating his lunch, like this is where he belongs. Tara and I both laugh at him, and keep talking. Tara tells me that Eric ran a background check on me. He gave her a copy to keep in a file she was instructed to make on me as well. We both laugh about this, but it is honestly a good idea.
Adam chimes in and gives his approval on the matter too. He tells us that he thinks it is a perfect idea for us two to start rooming together. November is almost over, so I am going to finish out the month in my dorm, and move into Tara’s on the first of December. Adam gets a big smile on his face, as he lets us know he can’t wait to come by and see how the place looks once we are all settled in together. Tara and I both shove him on his shoulder, and he grabs at it like we hurt him. I decide then that I really like Adam and his silly ways.
I MEET UP with Tara on Saturday for a run before I head back to my dorm to get ready. I spend a long time in the bathroom making sure everything is freshly shaved, plucked, and exfoliated. While I was at Tara’s earlier, she insisted (per usual) that I take this iridescent baby blue shirt of hers to wear today. It has a deep v and is very form fitting around my chest, while the bottom flows out a little. I pair it with my black skinny jeans and tall boots.
I decide to go extra bouncy with the hair, and double up on the mascara. I add some blush and a little shimmer to my eyes, apply the very important lip gloss, and then go to pack my bag. This is when things get weird. I mean, what type of sleep wear should I pack? I normally just like to sleep in a long t-shirt. I opt for one of my band shirts and a pair a short sleep shorts.
As I am walking out the door, one more important thing crosses my mind—condoms. I am on the pill, but I always use condoms. Since I haven’t been with any one in six months, I am currently out. I can’t believe I was so close to having sex with Kyle on Thursday, and I didn’t even think about them. He most likely has some, but why chance it. I am going to have to make a stop at the drug store on the way to his house.
Once I am about half way to Kyle’s place, I pull into a drug store lot. I am standing in the aisle, reaching out to grab a box of condoms from the hook, when I hear his voice. It is coming from directly behind me, and the deepness of it gives me chill bumps up and down my arms.
“Out taking care of some shopping are we, Caroline?” I have now dropped the box onto the floor. I can feel the heat running through my body from Eric’s closeness to me, yet my arms are still covered in chill bumps. I turn to face him, and he reaches down, picking up my little black and gold box, and handing it over to me.
I reach out with shaky hands and take the box from him. I can’t seem to form any words at the moment either. My eyes roam, taking in the full sight of Eric. He is even more delicious than I
remembered. Those emerald eyes that are looking right at me have starred in many of my dreams over the past week. I notice he is in black slacks and a button up shirt with his sleeves partially rolled up. He also has his gun, cuffs, and badge hooked to his belt. Eric raises up one of his eyebrows and looks down toward my arms. “Are you cold, Caroline? You are covered in chill bumps. Maybe you should be wearing a coat; although it would be a shame to cover that top you have on.”
How embarrassing is this moment? I shake my head and finally find my voice. “I just came in for a quick purchase, then I’m headed right back out to my car. I didn’t want to have to bother with a coat. What are you doing here, anyway?”
He steps a little closer, then takes the box from my hand, looking it over. He then gives me a quizzical look. “I guess it is good to know you are being safe, Caroline. Are you sure these are the kind you will be needing, though? They do come in different size needs. I wouldn’t want you taking any chances embarrassing the boy if these don’t fit right.”
I feel my mouth drop open—who the hell does he think he is? How is it that this man I don’t even know can turn me on and piss me off at the same time so easily? I grab the box from his hand, and look him straight in the eyes. “I am happy you approve of my safe sex standards. As far as the style of condoms I chose, well no worries. I have used them before, and happen to know they do well with a variety of sizes. Have a nice day, Eric.”
I turn to walk away, and he steps in front of me again. He rubs his hand across the top of his head and across the back of his neck. “There I go again pissing you off, Caroline. Sorry, your plans for the evening are really none of my business. I guess I am a little tired. I am just getting off a 36 hour shift trying to solve a case. I stopped here for some aspirin and water. I saw you as I was walking by the aisle, and couldn’t help but stop to talk to you. You really do look beautiful tonight.”
Just like that, I forgive him. The chill bumps are finally gone, but I can still feel the heat running through my body from standing so close to him. I reach out and lightly squeeze the back of his arm and smile. He closes his eyes for just a moment at the contact, and then looks back at me with a smile. “Well Eric, once again, you’re forgiven. I guess I have trouble staying mad at you. Sorry you have been working so hard. Speaking of your work, since I now have a file I know you heard about me moving in with Tara. How do you feel about that?”
I have removed my hand from his arm now, and I noticed he looks almost disappointed at the loss of contact. I have to admit the feel of his arm in my hand is a disappointing loss for me too. “Yes, I know. I never really liked the thought of Tara living there alone anyway. Honestly, at first, I wasn’t too sure about her choosing you, but I am feeling a lot better about it now. Thanks for not staying irritated with me. I guess I will let you get on with, umm, your plans for the evening.”
I notice as he says this last part he has turned his head slightly and isn’t looking at me anymore. For some unexplainable reason, I actually feel a bit of guilt for my plans with Kyle. Why am I so confused when it comes to Eric? It is bad enough when he just happens to cross my mind, but in his presence it is even so much worse. I just feel I need to see him smile, and I keep feeling drawn to touch him in some way now. I reach out and grab at his hand, rubbing my thumb lightly across the top of it. “Good bye Eric; try and go home and get some sleep. I hope your headache gets better too.”
He looks down at my hand and gives it a slight squeeze before pulling away. “Thank you, I will try. Good bye Caroline.”
With that he is gone, and I stay frozen to my spot a moment longer. What is this feeling I have running through me? I feel sexual tension every time I think of Eric, and now I feel something else as well. I just really can’t explain it, and don’t like that I can’t. It has to be lust; he just radiates lust.
I GET BACK into my car, and put my new black and gold box into my purse. I decide my best bet is to just try and forget that whole moment just happened. I know, though, by the tingles I can still feel running through me from being so close to and slightly touching Eric, that forgetting is a lost cause.
I pause outside the entrance to the townhouses where Kyle lives. I take a quick glance at myself in the mirror and shake out my hands, trying to work all my nerves and tension out. I pull in and park behind his car. I turn, reaching into my backseat for my bag, when my driver’s door suddenly opens and warm hands reach over, taking the bag from me.
I let out a slight gasp, and turn to see Kyle standing there with a big smile on his face. I turn my legs to step out and he reaches out, pulling me up and wrapping his arm around me. Kyle pulls me in tightly up against him, and kisses the top of my head. I wrap my arms around his waist and smile into his chest. Lord does this man feel and smell so good.
“Finally you’re here, Caroline. Time has just felt like it wasn’t moving today while waiting for you.” I look up, and he grabs under the bottom of my jaw and leans in, giving me the most tender kiss.
“I’m very happy I am finally here too, Kyle.”
We have our arms wrapped around each other’s waist as he leads me into his home. He shuts the door and leans in to kiss me again this time with a lot more intensity. I hear my bag drop to the floor. Our mouths both part and he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I wrap my arms tightly around him and press my chest into him. As our tongues swirl around each other, I can feel my nipples tightening under my bra and pressing into the lace. Kyle takes one of his hands and cups it under my ass. I let out a slight moan, and Kyle gives me his sexy rumble.
He starts to pull away, and slightly shakes his head. We are both smiling as we try catching our breath. “So desirable, Caroline. Let me at least show you around and feed you, before I lose all control. I have to try and keep myself in check, and not just imprison you in my arms all day.”
When he says this my thought is: oh god, no really, imprison me; I won’t complain. “I guess I can allow a slight break for a tour and a little nourishment. After that, though, in your arms sounds like a great place to be, Kyle.”
He lets out another rumble, grabs my bag from the floor, and practically starts to drag me toward the stairs. I can’t help but start laughing as my feet try and catch up. “Ok, this is going to be the quick tour version. Bedrooms up here; this is mine so I will put your bag in here. This one I use as an office or guest space. Now, back downstairs.”
I can’t stop laughing at Kyle. I could barely even tell you the color of the walls and carpet upstairs, because he is moving so fast. I did notice he has a very large King size bed, though. “Ok hallway, half bath here. Kitchen and Family room space together here. Are you ready to eat?”
Kyle has the biggest smile on his face, but in his eyes I see pure sex, and it gets me very excited. “Well, I think I took in a little of the blur you just showed me. Am I going to have to eat just as fast?” He walks me over to his kitchen island and pulls out a stool for me. “If you let me feed it to you, then I will try and take my time Caroline.”
I kiss him on his jaw and take my seat. “Ok, I could probably handle that. Don’t spoil me too much at once, though, Kyle. I don’t want to get to used to and expectant of it.”
Kyle just winks at me and walks over to his stove opening the warming trey. “Oh, I have no problem trying to spoil you on a regular basis. In fact, I intend to do just that, and I am going to enjoy every second of it.”
God this man, and his hot looks and sweet, sexy ways. I’m now hoping the whole feeding me thing is going to go by quickly, because I can’t wait to have my hands all over him. He pulls out two plates with chicken and vegetable skewers on them and rice on the side. It smells delicious.
“Wow Kyle, that looks really good. Did you make this?”
He sits down in the stool beside me, and turns both of us so we are facing each other. “I have been known to cook a time or two, yes. I have the grill top on my stove, so I really like using that mostly. I hope you like it.”
Kyle takes my fork
and slides some of the chicken and zucchini off the skewer and holds it out to my mouth. I figure I will make the most of the moment. Leaning toward him, I open my mouth over the fork and slowly take my tongue and wrap it around the back of the chicken. I pull it slowly into my mouth, and when I take the first bite I let out a slight moan of approval.
Kyle’s eyes are on me watching me intently, and I can see the hunger in them. This isn’t the look of hunger for food. He is hungry for me. He takes a bite for himself, and we repeat this process a couple more times. I take my last bite of chicken and am wiping my mouth, when I notice the guitar sitting on a stand in the corner of the family room. I don’t even think or speak, I just get up and start to walk over toward it, eyes wide.
It is a black acoustic electric guitar. I turn to look back toward Kyle, and he is walking up behind me with a very curious expression. I, on the other hand, am just standing there—mouth open and arms flat down by my sides. My voice is slightly shaky when I start to speak. “Do you play, Kyle?”
He walks up to me and grabs one of my hands and pulls it up to his mouth, kissing at the inside of my wrist. “Yes, I play, and sing in a small band, which some friends of mine and I got started. It isn’t anything big; we just do it for fun.” I stand there staring at this wonderful man. I swear his sex appeal just grew a hundred times stronger for me. I want to push him down on the wood floor, and show him how he has my panties soaking and my sex muscles clenching with need. I can feel the heat rising through my whole body, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he can sense it too.
I reach for his hand, and rub my fingers across the slight calluses on his fingertips. Why did I not notice these before? I look up at him, and he is just watching me with hooded eyes. “Would you play me a little something? Anything is fine; if you don‘t mind.”
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