So I smirked at my best friend and nodded. “Yep, that’s the plan.”
It was a good plan too. Simple. In my experience, those were the plans that worked the best—the ones without too many bells and whistles.
Kaye would never know what had hit her, as long as Brent and I could pull it off. Simple didn’t mean easy, and I knew if either of us pushed too fast, we could scare her off.
Still, I was on the right track and I knew I could do this. I would have everything I wanted soon enough, with just a little bit of patience. Just a little bit of pushing. Not too fast, but just enough to keep her off balance and intrigued without scaring her off.
It was a thin line and I was going to have to walk it carefully. The rewards were astronomical, though, and it was more than worth it.
Glancing at Brent, I knew he would do his part flawlessly. He always had women flinging themselves at him, and Kaye, I figured, would be no exception.
“You and I are both going to be very wealthy men,” I commented and laughed as I raised a bottle of beer in a slightly mocking toast.
“To money,” he said, while I clinked my glass bottle to his.
“To money,” I echoed, and then added, forcing a nonchalance that I didn’t quite feel, “To Kaye.”
“To Kaye,” Brent repeated.
To Kaye. The woman who was going to make all of our dreams come true. Whether she knew it or not.
Chapter 7
Kaye
An odd, nervous, excited energy filled me as I got ready for my first real date.
Of course I had been out with people and done fun things with them, and some of those people had been men. But to go out, one-on-one, in a distinctly romantic context—I had never allowed myself to do that before.
David had told me to dress up, and as I glanced in the mirror, I had to admit I looked good. I rarely found occasions to wear anything fancy, but I’d picked a scarlet dress that somehow made my green eyes shine even brighter and set off my dark hair perfectly.
I tried not to blush when I saw how the bright fabric clung to my hips and breasts and made my waist look tiny. I looked sexy. Hot. Not at all how I would usually dress.
I even had heels on.
The look on David’s face when I opened the door to his knock made the whole thing worth it. His absolute delight was obvious as he scanned me from head to toe—but in a way, that made me feel beautiful and cherished, not cheap. He had some skills, I had to admit.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed, and I believed him. I both thought he saw me that way and thought that I actually was, which was fantastic.
“Thank you,” I murmured, slightly warm and flushed. David offered me his arm and I took it, feeling strange and fluttery inside. He was such a gentleman, and even though it was all happening so quickly, I couldn’t help but be glad I’d decided to go for it and date him.
I could almost swear the soles of my black pumps didn’t even touch the ground as he swept me out to the car.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I settled myself in his car, which was a BMW that I was completely sure would make me dizzy if I knew how much it had cost him. I knew, logically speaking, that I owned quite a few expensive cars myself, but I had never driven any of them.
Which reminded me, was this the time to offer him the half of the money I’d inherited? I watched his profile and shook my head. No. It wasn’t the right time.
Probate hadn’t even fully cleared yet. I probably wasn’t even supposed to be living in the mansion and I hadn’t gotten anything yet. It would be better to wait, so if he said yes, I could hand him a check right away.
Besides, I wanted to enjoy this night without any money hanging over our heads. So when he reached for my hand, I let him have it, his fingers slipping through mine and our palms touching, almost caressing each other.
“You’ll see.” He smiled over at me, dark eyes shimmering. “It’s a surprise.”
We held hands for the whole drive, and I could almost feel my inner defenses—the ones I had built up so firm, strong, and tall around my heart—melting away a little at a time. He was so handsome, and the sun was setting around us, and I couldn’t honestly think of a time I had been happier.
I didn’t have to stay curious for long, as it didn’t take long for us to get there. He drove up to a gorgeous building, trendy and sort of funky, and my eyes felt like they couldn’t get any bigger.
The restaurant, The Chameleon, was one even I had heard of, and I wasn’t much for the whole fancy dining scene. It was charming, with lights strung up around it and a gorgeous patio.
“Oh, Mr. Black. I’m glad you and your lovely lady made it.” A man dressed all in white smiled at us, seeming genuinely glad to see us. “We’ve already cleared the floor for you. Please, come in.”
We were led in and seated, and I looked around, trying to take it all in. It was, no doubt, the fanciest restaurant I’d ever been in. It had this gorgeous chandelier, one just trendy and modern enough to fit in with Portland’s unique scene, while still being lovely and elegant.
The tables had been pushed aside, just as our host had said, and the wooden floor was revealed. There was even a live band playing soft jazz, and a few couples were dancing.
It was the height of sophistication, at least as far as I knew. I was no expert, but I was definitely impressed.
“You did this,” I realized, turning to look at him seated across the table from me. I saw his little smirk and knew I was right. They were accommodating us with a special request.
“I wanted our first date to be special,” he admitted, and those barriers around my heart melted just a little bit more. There wasn’t a lot left of them.
Our first date. But not, I now knew, our last. Not when he was making it so perfect. How hard had it been for him to find a place for a romantic, candle lit dinner with exquisite food and dancing in Portland?
“Dance with me,” I whispered, and I stood up, holding his hand in mine and tugging him up. He came willingly and then led me out onto the dance floor, where he turned and wrapped his arms around me as we swayed to the music.
“You know, you’re the most beautiful woman here,” he whispered in my ear as our bodies moved together like they had been made to do so. “I’m so glad you came out with me.”
I had to close my eyes, just for a second. I had never been so swept away—not by anything or anybody. Nothing got to me like David did, and I let myself fall into him, knowing somehow he would be there to catch me.
He had won me over and he didn’t even seem to be trying. My heart was pounding for him, and in that endless moment, swaying together in his arms, I felt I would do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop holding me.
The whole night was amazing. It was nothing short of magic. I had read the books and I had watched the movies, but I had never seen what the big deal about romance was.
I knew now, because of him. And I let myself get lost in the magic.
The night seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, we were back at my house. At my new house—the one I had been left by Theodore.
For the first time, it felt like it really was my home.
When he pulled me close to him, enfolded me in his strong arms, and kissed me, I felt like I was home. It didn’t make any sense, but maybe that was the very reason I trusted it so much.
I didn’t try to pull back. I let him have my mouth. I opened up to him and it was nothing short of glorious.
“May I come in?” he asked, and he was polite, but definitely interested.
I hesitated. I knew it was a bad idea. After the fantastic night we had just had, I was far too tempted to say yes, and yet I had never been the sort of girl who would tempt fate.
Inviting him into my house would be doing quite a bit of fate tempting. “I don’t …”
“Please,” he whispered, and he was so close to me that his lips brushed over mine as he spoke in a way that sent delightful little shivers through my entire body. “Ka
ye, I need you. I promise I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want.”
Other men had said things to me, similar things, and I had never been tempted to believe them. I fought with myself, but it was a losing battle, and I really knew it before I even started to try.
I opened the door slightly, and then he was on me, kissing me, his hands finally sweeping down to cup my ass and pull me against him. I should have been scared, but he’d started a fire in the very core of my being—a fire that burned hotter as he fed it with his kisses and his touches.
Pinned against the wall, he ground his hard cock against me. I was completely helpless to stop him—not that I wanted to. His mouth was hot on my neck as he bit it gently, then sucked the spot. I was shaking with an unknown need. No wonder some of my friends said things like, ‘I was helpless. I had to give in to him.’ I understood them all a lot better now as David’s hand moved to massage my breast and I did nothing to stop him.
My pussy was aching for more as he pressed his cock against it, only the fabric of our clothing between us. Could I handle staying true to myself and keep my virginity in tact?
The way my insides were quaking, I knew I was in deep shit with the man. He was taking those walls around my heart down as if he had a sledgehammer to finish the job.
“Let me taste you,” he murmured, and even in his eagerness, I knew that he would back off if I told him to. There was so much confidence in his voice, though, like he knew I wouldn’t shut him down.
And he was right.
My heart pounded as I let it do the talking, leaving my brain out of it. “Do it, David,” I whispered, feeling far more reckless than I ever allowed myself to be. But I couldn’t resist. I’d tried, but it was pointless.
I needed him. He wanted to taste me? Well, I wanted to let him. I was completely caught up in him, like I was in the ocean and he was the undertow pulling me helplessly under waves of arousal.
Effortlessly, he caught me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. I ran my arms around his neck and kissed the side of it as he carried me away to do a thing I’d never thought about letting anyone do before. He set me gently down on my back, then his hands snagged the hem of my skirt and pulled it up.
I should have been terrified, and maybe part of me was. Mostly, though, I was fixated on the vulnerability of having myself bared to him—to anyone—for the very first time.
He slid my panties out of the way and ran his fingers over my slickened, slippery folds. No one had ever touched me there. Not even my own fingers had slid up my slit to find my aching clit, and right then and there, I was lost.
“I need to taste you, my sweet girl,” David murmured, and his voice was nothing less than pure, unadulterated sex. I was already wet for him, but with the magic his voice and his fingers wrought on me, I was soon gushing.
And all of this was before he leaned down and brushed his full, gorgeous lips over my engorged, desperate nub, teasing it until I felt like I would burst.
I’d never known it could be like this to be touched. I had no idea before then what pleasure my body could give me. The forces gathering within me were so intense, I found myself gasping and rocking up toward him, and there was something wrong with my breathing. I couldn’t quite keep air in my lungs and I was soon panting.
It didn’t matter. Nothing did, except for how good he was making me feel. He settled between my legs, spreading them wide, and I should have felt helpless and scared.
I felt anything but. There was a sense of power to this—in seeing this gorgeous man between my legs and in watching as his tongue bathed my clit lovingly. Without my conscious direction, my hips tilted up, rocking toward the sensation I knew would have me rocketing toward something I had never felt before.
So this is an orgasm.
I wasn’t even there yet, and I knew it was going to leave me helpless and shaking. My fingers slid into his dark hair as what felt like molten lava rushed through me. “David!”
The explosion that rocked through my body was every bit as intense as I had thought it would be. No, it was more. I wasn’t even sure I could hold on to my sanity as I rocketed up into the clouds, utterly gripped by the glorious explosions that took me over entirely.
I had waited so long for this and it had been worth the wait. Even as I thought the words, though, I knew it wouldn’t have been even close to as good had it been with anyone other than David.
David
The way Kaye moaned, writhed, cried my name, and trembled for me was almost as good—almost as intense—as if I had been the one having the orgasm.
I’d never had it be like this before.
Sex was always something fun, of course, but it had never felt so important before. Perhaps it was the importance she placed on it that made the difference, but it was different. I was utterly enthralled by how she moved under me and by the taste of her sweet fluids on my lips.
There was this sense of pride, too. I had given her the pleasure she’d clearly felt. I was the very first one.
I would be the only one.
The thought hit me over the head out of nowhere and I reined it in quickly. It was ridiculous. The whole point of this was that I wasn’t going to be the only one. Brent was going to have her too.
As I looked down at her, all flushed with her hair sexily disheveled, I made myself a silent vow. If I couldn’t be her only lover, and I already knew I couldn’t, then I would just have to be her best one.
“David,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarser than usual and a little bit deeper. I felt my heart tighten up and fill with unfamiliar emotions, just from the way she spoke one simple word—my name.
Lying on the bed on her back, with her red dress hiked up to her waist, too exhausted from my attentions to even make herself decent again, she was nothing short of the most beautiful woman in the world.
There wasn’t a single thing about her I didn’t find gorgeous. Her body, of course, was a given. Any man would be enthralled by those sweet curves—her breasts, which seemed to beg for my touch and the round firmness of her hips and ass.
The red dress she had chosen had shown off her voluptuous body to perfection, no doubt about it. If her beautiful form had been all she’d had to offer, maybe I would have had an easier time dismissing her.
It wasn’t just her body, though. Everything about her appealed to me. I had been so sure she was some femme fatale who had seduced my grandfather and stolen my inheritance, but I was having a hard time holding on to that conception of her.
She was smart. I had picked that up easily enough. She was also somewhat naive, and the combination of brains, beauty, and innocence added up into the most fascinating human being I had ever spent time with.
“Kaye,” I whispered, and it was no problem—none at all—for me to act like I was deeply enthralled by her. It was supposed to be something I was only pretending to feel. Just a show. It was getting harder, though, to keep that in mind. “You’re so beautiful.”
She was. In every way. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her to show how she really was. But she kept on being the sweet, beautiful, sexy person who she always seemed to be.
Kaye smiled at me, and my heart did funny things in my chest. Why was she, of all women, the one I didn’t seem to be able to resist? She was the one that I, above all, needed to be able to control myself around.
“Thank you,” Kaye murmured, and I was pleased to hear the sound of her voice, just a little bit deeper than normal. It was full of a sort of dazed afterglow from the pleasure I had given her.
“No, thank you,” I replied, and I meant it.
This was all becoming a little bit too real, and I wasn’t sure I knew how to stop it.
I wanted her. My cock was aching, throbbing desperately between my legs, and demanding things I couldn’t allow myself to take. I needed to be buried deep inside her sweet, tight warmth. I needed to take her for the first time and make her mine, but I absolutely could not do it.
; I’d promised. She’d trusted me to keep the promise I had made. She was worth patience.
So, even though I did ease on top of her, I kept my clothes on. I didn’t give in to my body’s urgent demand to take her. I would make her mine—I knew it without the slightest hint of doubt in my mind—but I could wait.
I did kiss her, though, and I let her feel how hard I was as I pressed against her hip. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me, and by the widening of her eyes and the way her breathing got heavier, she noticed and she liked it.
Whether she knew it or not, she was responding to me. I could swear I felt her hips rising and falling, just the tiniest bit, as she rubbed right back against me. She’d never felt a man before, had she? I had doubted it at least a little, but not any longer.
As I slid on top of her, she let her hands roam down over my back. I allowed it. If she wanted to explore, I was more than happy to let her do what she wanted. Her hands settled on the curve of my ass and she pulled me closer to her.
I didn’t push. I knew she wasn’t ready, and while I could probably make her ready pretty quickly, I didn’t want to deal with any repercussions if I did. I had to give her absolutely no reason to mistrust me.
Besides, when I did take her, I wanted her to be absolutely desperate for me. I wanted her to writhe and moan and arch under me as I slid inside her tight body. So I kept myself under control. I rocked slowly against her and let her rub up against me as we kissed, but I didn’t touch her, didn’t stroke her lovely breasts, or slip my fingers between her legs.
“Please,” Kaye finally whispered, her body trembling as she pressed against me. “Please, David, touch me.”
The way she spoke, she was almost begging. It sent arrows of hot desire through my whole body, making my stomach clench with the force of it. I hadn’t expected her to pretty much plead with me, and all on her own.
It was quite possibly the hottest thing I had ever heard. No, scratch that. It definitely was.
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