by Rae, Alicia
“I can’t. I always want you,” I said quietly, placing my hand on his chest.
“And I you.”
Kyle dipped his head and kissed me. His mouth was warm and sweet and soft. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. I barely felt him pivot us until my head went under the showerhead.
“Hey!” I shouted, sputtering out water. I unleashed a fully heated stare on him.
“Mmm…” Kyle laughed as he leaned in to place kisses on my neck, completely ignoring my fury on purpose. He quickly distracted me again as his hands began to roam firmly down my sides.
It only took one of his touches to evoke powerful sensations throughout my body.
“Hey!” I squealed again, tipping my head forward until I was no longer under the water.
I swatted his hands away as he laughed playfully.
“What was that for?” I asked.
Kyle’s eyes darkened, not in anger but in purely unfiltered sexual desire. My sex dampened at his intensity. When Kyle leaned forward, my heart skipped a beat. His lips stopped just before meeting mine. Not feeling his touch was pure torture.
“For trying to take control,” he said in a rough, sexy voice. “I let you have it last time, but this time, you will surrender to me. You’ll be beneath me while my name leaves your beautifully swollen lips…” His thumb gently tugged at my lower lip. “Lips that are swollen from taking me deep into that luscious, wet mouth of yours.”
Oh my. I stepped forward, wanting to feel his mouth against mine, his body ravishing mine.
Laughing, he took a slight step back and grabbed the shampoo bottle. “Oh no, beautiful. You had your fun.” His eyes turned darker. “It’s my turn…after we shower.”
After lathering his hands, he started working the shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling. His hands were strong yet so gentle.
He grabbed the bar of soap and began exploring my body. My breasts tightened at the contact, and I couldn’t help but groan in appreciation. Kyle chuckled and continued his way down my belly, waist, and legs. He moved back up to rub my shoulders next.
“Your shoulders are so tense,” he commented, trying to loosen my muscles.
“It was a long day,” I replied sadly.
“It was. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.” He kissed my shoulder ever so gently.
The water beat down my breasts as he finished washing me. Kyle turned off the water, and I slid open the shower stall. Stepping onto the small rug, I grabbed us each a towel off the rack.
After drying off, I noticed a small blow-dryer attached to the wall, and I quickly dried my hair. If not, I would wake up in the morning looking like a rag doll. The hotel also provided two bathrobes, and it wasn’t until I discovered them that I realized we were staying in an elegant room. After putting each of our robes on, Kyle had left the bathroom to answer a phone call as I brushed my teeth.
My eyes roamed over to the hot tub, and I made a mental note that if we were here tomorrow, we would definitely put that beauty to use.
Kyle was still on the phone when I walked over to the bed.
“That’s not a large enough offer. There will be several other bids for that land, and I don’t want it to slip through my fingers. Offer five percent above the asking price.” Kyle sounded displeased. “It’s easily worth double my offer, and you know it. Sometimes, lowballing isn’t always the right way to go. I’m not asking, Abbey. As your boss, I’m telling you to make it happen. I have to go. Keep me informed.” He ended the call and set down his phone.
I could feel his frustration radiating off of him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked sincerely.
“Just work stuff.” Kyle sighed.
I just stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. He needed to learn to open up more to me. He expected it from me, and I deserved the same. I knew that he was honest, but we seriously needed to work on the communication part.
Kyle exhaled, reading my silence. “I want to buy land, not a building that is run-down or a company that is in trouble. I want to be a part of the building and creating process.”
“I could see you doing that. I can tell from your house that you have an appreciation for creating art.”
Laying on the bed, he hesitated fractionally as he climbed onto the bed and over me, bracing his weight on his forearms. His eyes searched mine, but for what, I wasn’t sure.
“It’s going to be your house soon, too, you know,” he said softly.
My eyes widened in complete shock. Kyle’s face remained serious, and for a brief moment, hurt crossed his eyes.
“Um, I—”
Kyle placed his finger over my lips. “Shh…yes, it will. It will be ours to share. I might have built it, but my mother was right. I was waiting for someone to share it with. If you don’t like it or you hate California, it will give me a chance to build an even better one somewhere else.”
He grinned like a schoolboy, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I shook my head. “What am I going to do with you?” I teased. I ran my hands up his biceps and across his shoulders.
“Love me.”
I smiled tenderly. “I already do.”
“Love me more.”
I rolled my eyes. “I already do.”
Kyle’s schoolboy grin was replaced with one that would have soaked my panties if I were wearing any.
“Make love to me,” he said, his voice low and husky.
My laugh was filled with lust and love. I arched my pelvis up and slowly rocked it against his already half-mast erection. I could feel it enlarge against my robe. As my behind returned to the bed, I lifted my head slightly and bit on his lower lip.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kyle growled in a sexy, confident tone.
His lips took mine roughly, and I anxiously matched him. Without breaking our kiss, he parted and removed my robe, and I happily returned the favor by removing his. I wanted him inside me now.
Kyle broke our kiss and moved his lips to my ear. “I don’t know what I want more desperately—to be buried deep inside you or to taste you on my tongue.”
His words nearly made me convulse right then and there. His warm breath made the tiny hairs on my skin stand on end. His hands impatiently gripped my breasts as if he might combust from not touching me. I was wound up in too many knots. Writhing inside, I wanted it rough and hard, not sweet and gentle. Leaning forward, I kissed my way up his throat and grazed his jaw lightly with my teeth.
I decided to give him his sexy words right back, knowing it would drive him crazy. I parted my lips to speak, but I hesitated. I had to gather up my courage to voice aloud the naughty words that were in my mind. I wanted him to feel my sexual frustration.
“I want you buried deep inside me.” I paused, letting the words sink in.
His jaw clenched, and I could tell his control was about to snap. I loved it when he lost control.
“I want you to grab my hips and thrust into me in long, hard stro—”
I squealed as he flipped me over onto my stomach in the blink of an eye. Kyle’s hard chest pressed against my back as his mouth stopped next to my ear.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked huskily.
Same thing you do to me…
I bit down on my lip and shook my head innocently.
“Oh, I think you do.” His voice was hard as his hands raked down my back. His erection strained against the length of my sex. He shifted closer, making it slide forward in a delicious way. “And I think you enjoy it.” He leaned back on his knees and smacked my behind lightly.
My body reacted instantly, enjoying the sensation, and I rocked back toward him.
Bending forward, Kyle’s bare chest rubbed against my sensitive, exposed skin. He pushed his erection against me, stroking my clit, while his hands reached around my body to cup my breasts. I moaned as powerful feelings swarmed throughout my body like wildfire, desire pooling between my legs.
Kyle’s thrust was long and firm. I was unable to hold back my cries of pleasure as my orgasm started to spiral. He seated himself to the hilt in one swift motion just as my orgasm reached its peak. I buried my face in my forearms to balance myself as my legs began to tremble.
Kyle gritted his teeth while I clenched hard around him, letting my release ride its course. I was lost in him, consumed by him, and I did not want it any other way. Gripping my hips tightly, his thrusts were measured and deep.
“Harder,” I moaned. I wanted him to lose control and take me over the edge.
Kyle’s grip tautened and I arched my backside against him, taking him as deep as I could. His strokes were relentless and drove me wild. An erotic slapping sound swirled around our bodies each time we came together.
“Forever, Lily,” Kyle rasped, panting each breath.
My skin broke out into a light sweat, and I could feel my insides begin to clench again. That familiar ache between my thighs was building at an incredible speed.
I nodded in agreement. “Forever,” I said breathlessly as his words took me over the edge. I cried out, bearing down around him. It was intense, and I couldn’t help but quiver from the overwhelming pulsing electricity starting from my sex and going all the way down to my toes.
Kyle groaned out his release and collapsed on top of me. He tried leaning his weight on his forearms and knees that were pressing into the mattress, but his body still felt heavy on top of mine, and I loved the feeling. I was not ready for him to move. Our skin-on-skin contact was too heavenly.
Kyle lifted his hand to brush my wild, just-fucked hair off to the side. A laugh escaped my lips at my inner thoughts using such foul language.
He kissed my shoulder sweetly. “What’s so funny?”
I chuckled again, turning my head to face him. “Nothing really. I just thought of you brushing my just-fucked hair, and I laughed because it was an unladylike thought.”
Kyle grinned, the corner of his lip lifting slightly. “I don’t think anything we did qualifies as ladylike.”
He kissed along the curve of my neck, and I shivered.
“It was more along the lines of hot,” he added.
“Definitely…hot,” I replied.
He rolled onto his back and then tugged me until I was lying on top of him with our stomachs pressing against each other. His hands gently stroked up and down my back as he kissed me softly. He pulled back, looking deep into my eyes, as his hands continued caressing my skin.
“I’m sorry for overreacting earlier. I will try to respect your friendship with Luke,” Kyle said kindly.
My hands made a trail across the planes of his chest. “Thank you. I know it’s difficult for you, and I’m truly sorry about that. I have few people that I care about in my life, and I can’t imagine losing him. He was there for me when I needed a friend, and he needs one now. I feel like it’s the right thing to do.”
“It is. He’s lucky to have you as such a caring friend,” Kyle replied tenderly. “I just have a tough time because I know that he’s in love with you, and it makes me…feel possessive, like I need to guard what’s mine.”
“He’s not. He’s just confused.” I shook my head.
Kyle frowned in disagreement.
I paused, remembering his last few words and needing to rectify them. “And as for your inner possessive alpha,” I said, pinning him with my I-mean-business glare, “we need to work on taming that.”
“Taming it?” he teased affectionately, tilting his head in denial. “Alphas,” he added, lifting his eyebrow, “as you call us, can’t be tamed, beautiful.”
He flipped me over before I could retort to his declaration. His eyes blazed, and his lips turned into a mischievous grin as his hands firmly raked down my body, promising to deliver more pleasure and passion.
“We dominate strength…”
He kissed my throat, and I inhaled.
“And we protect what’s ours…” He licked a trail up the crevice of my jaw and dipped to the side of my ear. “And we give our women pleasure until they scream our names,” he promised in an erotic voice.
My heart raced. I was so completely turned-on. I smiled up at him, willing to play his game.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” I teased.
“Cute?” He held my eyes with a look, pretending to be offended. “Men are not cute.” His head motioned from left to right. Then, pausing, he grinned wickedly. “We’re fucking hot…and sexy.”
“Oh, definitely sexy.”
I drank in the sight of him. The soft light from the lamp on the nightstand glowed, only brightening his gorgeous features. I licked my lips in approval, my arousal growing by the second.
“Show me just how sexy you can be, sexy alpha of mine,” I dared.
Kyle did not need to be told twice.
Round two started out full of heat and passion as our bodies twisted and turned. We wanted more and more of each other as if we could never get close enough.
Somewhere along the way, it became slow and tender. We needed to savor and love one another, feeling every touch and memorizing it. Each loving embrace revived me and made me his. His gentleness and hunger for me made my heart squeeze and overflow with so much love.
The need to be claimed by him was strong and overpowering. He made me feel loved and cherished, and I knew that I would never be alone again. I needed Kyle and his love. Now that I had it, I never wanted to give it up.
“I love you,” Kyle said with sincere emotion just as I was silently thinking the words.
He pulled me closer, and I turned into his embrace, knowing I would never tire of him bringing my body near his.
“I love you, too,” I whispered tenderly, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.
To love and be loved was one of the greatest gifts in life.
For a Friday at almost ten thirty in the morning, sleeping in should have felt like a treat, but it didn’t. Instead, I felt like a horrible friend. I should have been at the hospital hours ago.
I jumped out of bed. “Shit!”
Kyle was already awake and reading the paper at the small dinette table in our room. He glanced at me in question. “What’s wrong?”
I ran into the bathroom and let my voice carry out. “We need to get to the hospital! Why didn’t you wake me up?”
When he came into the bathroom, my thoughts died on my tongue. He stood before me in a white pair of Calvin Klein briefs hanging off his hips in that oh-so sexy way. My eyes roamed over each muscle and curve of his chest as I slowly made my way back down his body to take a second peek at those delicious briefs and the definition in his toned thighs. I was hypnotized. I did not want to look away. He was hot and gorgeous and beautiful.
When I finally forced my eyes back up to his, he smirked. It instantly reminded me of the first time I’d laid eyes on him at the beach. I had tried to focus on my writing, but the man had been a distraction even then. I had felt mortified at being caught with my virgin eyes, but I sure was happy now to be catching up for lost time. What is that saying about a hot man? Oh yeah, sex on a stick. Sex on a stick, meet Kyle.
“You were saying?” Kyle asked. His eyes burned into mine. He could apparently read my thoughts very clearly.
My skin felt hot, and I was flustered. “Huh?”
He chuckled, and his chest vibrated slightly from the movement. “You are very easily distracted, Lily.” He took a step toward me with the graciousness of a panther stalking his prey. His eyes looked like they had last night when he had done sweet, delicious things to me.
“Maybe I like distraction,” I countered.
“I think you do, too.” He kissed my forehead gently and sighed. He must have showered because his hair was damp. “But you need to get to your friend.”
I exhaled, knowing he was right.
Kyle turned on the water and gestured to the bag on the sink. “I don’t know if you’ll like these, but I figured it would be better than the hotel ones.”
; The bag contained Rusk shampoo and conditioner along with many other toiletries. I turned and smiled at Kyle. He was thoughtful and cute whether he wanted to admit to the cute part or not.
“They’re perfect. Thank you.” I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He kissed my forehead with his soft lips and pulled back. “You’re welcome.” His hand came down playfully on my behind. “Get in the shower now before I change my mind and take you up against the bathroom door.”
My heart sped up a few beats. “That. Sounds. Wonderful.”
Kyle let out a sharp laugh and shook his head. “Shower.” He couldn’t stop chuckling. “You’re insatiable.”
***
Walking into the hospital was easier the second time around. I was still a bundle of nerves since I didn’t know how Luke was doing, but I had to believe that he would pull through this.
Jim was sitting in the waiting room by himself. We approached him and said our hellos. I couldn’t help but be saddened by the look on his face. His eyes were full of pain and regret.
I quietly took a seat next to Jim, and Kyle sat on my other side.
“Is there anything I can do to help, Jim?” I asked sympathetically.
Of course, I knew I couldn’t really help. His son was in a hospital bed, fighting for his life, with no guarantee of the outcome. It was a parent’s worst fear come to life.
“Unless you can erase twenty-six years of wrongdoing, I don’t think so, my dear.” His voice was small and filled with guilt.
He tried to hide his pain with a fake smile, but his eyes told me everything I needed to know. It was disheartening to see. This was not the man I had known and immensely despised for three years. This was a man hurting over his son.
Kyle respected our private moment and averted his eyes to the TV across from him.
“You can’t undo the past, Jim, but you can show Luke how much you love him and support him for the next fifty years.” My words hid my underlying meaning. You never showed him any love or support when Luke branched away from the family business to become a doctor, and Luke desperately wanted it. All children deserve unconditional love from their parents.