I sigh. “All right. Sit down.” I shake my head as I walk to the couch. “Why do I always cave to your demands?”
“Because I’m too hard to resist.”
His lips tip up into a smug grin as he plops down on the couch alongside me. Heat rolls off his body in waves, and I’m acutely aware of his potent, raw masculinity. I’m so attuned to his presence, and my hormones are throwing the mother of all parties. I bark out a bitter laugh, but I don’t attempt to deny what’s as obvious as the nose on my face. “Jeremy wants to start a family, and he’s determined to knock me up as fast as he can,” I blurt, because there’s so way of sugarcoating the truth.
A muscle clenches in his jaw, and he digs his fingernails into his thigh. “You can’t have a baby with him.”
“I agree, and he doesn’t know about the contraceptive implant I still have.”
His shoulders loosen a little. “That doesn’t explain the marks.” His eyes lock on my bruised wrists.
“Doesn’t it?” I whisper, not really wanting to articulate it.
Shock splays across his face. “He’s physically forcing himself on you?”
I close my eyes, because I can’t look at him and say this, but I don’t want to leave him with a falsehood either. I don’t want Kaden barging into my house and accusing Jeremy of rape, because that’s a surefire way to ensure a bullet in his skull. “I don’t fight him, Kade. I let him do what he wants because it’s the easier option.” My eyes blink open of their own accord. “But he has certain … tastes.”
All the color drains from his face. Twisting around, he cups my face tenderly. “I can’t stand the thought of you being subjected to that.” Rage returns the color to his skin. “You need to get away from him.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Run away with me, Eva. Leave him, and we’ll escape abroad.” He eases back, peering into my eyes. “This isn’t a flippant offer. I’ve thought of little else all week. You don’t have to stay with him. I love you, and I want to protect you. All you have to say is yes, and I’ll set everything in motion.”
“Kade—”
He cuts me off with a passionate kiss, and I instantly melt into his arms, as if no time has passed between us. As if we were never apart. His kisses are a mix of fear and panic and unrestrained need, much like my own.
Remembering the door isn’t locked, I reluctantly break the kiss, planting my hand on his chest to hold him at bay. “Someone could walk in.”
He nods, reaching out and taking my hands in his warm ones. “It feels like I’ve waited forever to kiss you again.”
I touch my tingling lips, bathing in the familiar sensations coursing through my body. “Me too.”
He smiles before pressing a slow kiss to my forehead. He eases back, pinning me with a serious look. “I meant what I said, Eva, and I’ve given this a lot of thought. My life doesn’t mean anything if I don’t have you in it.”
“You’d leave everything behind for me?” The incredulity is evident in my tone.
“Yes.” Steely determination glints in his eyes. “I’d give everything up for you.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“You can’t keep making decisions on my behalf!” he snaps, frustration getting the better of him. “I’m a grown man, Eva, fully capable of deciding these things for myself. The only thing you need to consider is whether you want that with me.”
He makes it sound so simple when it’s anything but. “You would be walking away without your degree. Leaving your whole family behind. Eventually those decisions would haunt you, and it’d destroy us.”
He raises our conjoined hands to his lips. “No, my love. They wouldn’t.” He kisses the tips of my fingers. “I’m entering into this knowing full well what’s at stake. I’ve already searched my soul, and I choose you. It will always be you.”
Tears prick my eyes. No one has ever fought for me like this. No one’s ever fought for me. Period.
“What if you fall out of love with me? And then you’re stuck with me and we end up hating one another.”
His answering smile is amused. “Damn, you’re so fucking cute.” Glancing quickly at the door, he drops a brief kiss on my lips. “I have loved you from the first minute I laid eyes on you. It hasn’t faltered despite the time apart. If anything, it’s grown, which is how I know I’ll always love you, Eva. I’m secure in our love. That is the one thing I have no doubts over.”
“Kade.” This time I’m the one kissing him with reckless abandon, and he’s the one easing back after a minute, chuckling. Then his expression turns grave. “All I ask is that you seriously consider it. I won’t ever force you into doing anything against your will, but I need you to look deep into your heart and soul and ask yourself if what we have is worth taking this risk. I believe it is.” Those penetrating blue eyes of his pin me in place. “Now it’s up to you.”
I’m still reeling from Kade’s proposal five days later. Staring in the mirror, I wonder if the woman looking back at me has the balls to seize the kind of love she’s always craved. It’s right in front of me for the taking, but I’m still plagued with fears and worries. Years of suppressing those dreams can’t be undone in a handful of days, regardless of how tempting it is to say yes. How can I pull Kade away from his family? His future? If I say yes, it’d be the most supremely selfish thing I’ve ever done. But he’s asked me to stop making decisions on his behalf, and when I take my guilt and fear out of the equation, I’m left with little argument.
Checking my bedroom door is locked, I retrieve the burner cell Kade gave me the other night from under the hidden panel in my jewelry box. He’s assured me it’s untraceable, and I trust him. I switch it on and send him a text.
Are you really sure about this?
The reply is instantaneous. One hundred percent.
Butterflies flood my chest as I drop onto my bed, pulling my legs up to my chest. I want to say yes, but I’m still hesitant, still feeling selfish. But I’ve got to send something back, because he’s waiting.
Give me another few days to think about it.
Whatever you need, honey.
I hug the cell to my chest, closing my eyes and allowing a tiny sliver of hope to slip through. The cell pings again.
Are you okay?
I’m fine.
I love you.
I love you too.
The word “yes” lies on the tip of my tongue. I’m so tempted to text it to him, but I owe him more than a knee-jerk reaction. I’ll take another few days to consider all the repercussions before making a final decision.
But, as I return the cell to its hiding place, I can’t contain the bubble of excitement filtering through my veins.
Chapter Fourteen
Past – Sophomore Year of College
Kaden
Eva’s completely professional, and it both impresses me and pisses me off. When I show up for my first study session after we fucked in the bathroom at the club, I expect we’ll pick up right where we left off, but she has other ideas. She greets me coolly, wasting no time getting stuck into the lesson. Every time I open my mouth to ask her what the fuck she’s playing at, she drills me with a look that shrivels the boner in my pants and has me cowering like a five-year-old being scolded. I’m having a hard time concentrating, so I’m plotting this big speech in my head. Once the lesson ends, I’m going all out. Convinced she’s changed her mind, I have a list of arguments prepared to support why we should do this.
But I don’t end up needing any.
The instant the hour is up, Eva races around her desk, bolting the office door and drawing the blinds.
My mouth is hanging open when she lunges at me, straddling me in the chair as she smashes her lips against mine.
Hells yeah. This is more like it.
I take her ardent kiss and multiply it, fisting my hand in her gorgeous hair and tugging her he
ad back as my lips move from her mouth to her exposed neck. I plant lingering kisses up and down the column of her elegant neck, rubbing my nose against her flesh and inhaling her intoxicating scent.
“I’m not wearing panties,” she moans as my tongue licks along her collarbone. My boner strains painfully in my pants when I slide one hand up under her skirt, discovering the truth for myself. I almost come on the spot when my fingers brush against her hot, wet folds.
“Jesus Christ. Are you trying to kill me?” I tug her head back, staring at her flushed face and dark eyes with a certain amount of pride. “You mean to tell me you sat across that desk lecturing me about the finer points of theoretical probability with a bare pussy?”
She bites down on her lip, nodding, and I move my hand around to her ass, firmly squeezing her cheeks.
“That’s very naughty, Eva.” I stand up, holding onto her effortlessly. Shoving the chair away with my foot, I brush papers and books off the desk with one clean sweep of my hand. She whimpers as I press her, face forward, over the edge of the desk. “And worthy of punishment.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks in a husky voice that fucking slays me.
I unzip her skirt, tugging it down and kicking it away. She moves to slide her shoes off, but I stop her. “The heels stay on.” This is like the embodiment of every fucking wet dream I’ve had for the last year. “And to answer your question, I’m going to slap your cunt with my cock. For starters.”
My hand comes down firmly over her ass, and I spank her a few times. Wetness leaks out of her pussy, starting to drip down her legs, and I slide two fingers inside her as I pop the button on my jeans. “God, you’re so wet.”
“I’ve been thinking of this all week,” she admits, turning her face to the side and looking back at me. “I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”
I drape my body over hers, capturing her lips in a searing hot kiss. “Believe me, I know.”
“Well, hurry the fuck up then,” she commands, and I snort.
I love her bossy attitude. “Are you always this impatient?” I ask, removing my cock and stroking myself. Beads of precum ooze out of the tip, proving I’m every bit as aroused as she is.
“Never. This is all you.”
Well, hot damn. To hell with restraint.
“This is going to be hard and fast because I’m about two seconds away from shooting my load,” I tell her as I suit up.
“Sounds perfect,” she murmurs, and the glow on her face and the satisfied smile on her lips confirms it.
I slam into her without warning, and she shrieks. I’m betting, in the right circumstances, Eva’s a real screamer.
“You need to stay quiet, honey.”
She fists a hand in her mouth, nodding as I pick up my pace. Her walls tighten around me as I thrust in and out, and blissful tremors have me biting back my own moans. I pull her back a little, reaching around to rub her swollen clit, and she muffles her cries with her fisted hand. My balls tighten, and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Fuck, Eva.” I press my thumb onto her clit, exerting more pressure. “I can’t hold off.”
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Almost there.”
My balls pull up, tightening and constricting, and I pivot my hips, grinding into her as a flash of lightning bursts behind my eyes. I pinch her clit, and she bucks underneath me as my own release powers through me, intense and all-consuming, fiery tingles zipping up and down my spine.
Our joint ragged breathing is the only sound in the room for a couple of minutes. I pull out slowly, tossing the used condom in the trash, and help her into an upright position. Brushing strands of tangled hair back off her face, I check her face for any regrets. “Are you okay?”
Circling her arms around my neck, she smiles at me, a happy, sated smile that floods my insides with relief and pride. My cock twitches with fresh need. Leaning up, she kisses me. “You are so good at that.” She nips at my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth, and my cock surges to full life, nudging against her stomach. She looks down, and an alluring smile pulls up the corners of her mouth. “And so incredibly sexy.” Wrapping her hand around my cock, she strokes me slowly and sensually.
I thrust into her hand, needing more. Unbuttoning her blouse, I unclip her bra, freeing her massive breasts. Burying my head in them, I nuzzle her flesh, my tongue flicking out to taste her. “I can totally say the same about you.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, and her hand tightens around my cock, moving faster. I lavish equal attention on her tits, while she works me expertly with skillful touches.
After a couple minutes, I take her hand and pull her over to the couch. Pulling my shirt up over my head, I toss it aside, along with her blouse and bra, until we’re both buck naked. There is something so thrilling about being with her like this when some of her colleagues are still milling about the building. I don’t know how the fuck I got so lucky, but I’m not going to question it or look a gift horse in the mouth. “Sit back and spread your legs wide,” I demand, sinking to my knees on the floor.
She does as I ask without question, and I part her folds, licking up and down her slit as she writhes and moans on the couch. I dive in, and the sweet, salty taste of her is addictive. Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I pump in and out of her hard and fast while my mouth suctions over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She orgasms powerfully, her body jerking and arching as waves of pleasure roll over her.
I have a condom on in record time, and then I’m lying her down flat on the couch and pushing into her again. The look of ecstasy on her face blows me away, and while I’m trying to take my time, she’s making it difficult. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she digs her hands into the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer and grinding against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
My lips capture hers in a drugging, deep kiss, and I’m like an animal as my mouth, my hands, and my cock devour her. Eva moves her hands up and down my spine, clasping my ass cheeks and tightening her thighs against me. Slapping sounds and quiet moans fill the air, and as she clamps her pussy around my cock, stars burst behind my eyes. I’m on the verge of heaven again, and I want to slow this down, but my body has other ideas.
“Kade,” she whispers, and I open my eyes. “I want to see you when you come.” She slides a hand between our bodies, rubbing herself, and that sends me over the edge. She joins me a few seconds later, and we climax together, our eyes locked on one another. It’s the singular most intimate moment of my life and the moment that confirms the extent of my feelings for her.
This is more than lust or a teenage fantasy come true.
I’m in love with this woman.
And I don’t care that society says it’s wrong.
It can’t be.
Not when it feels so unbelievably right.
Eva’s paranoid about someone finding out, so she refuses to meet with me outside her office, and she also insists that I can’t show up more than twice a week. Anything else would arouse too much suspicion.
But she underestimates the Kennedy determination, and when I show up at her office every night, she doesn’t turn me away. I know it’s risky, but this woman is my new drug. I can’t stay away.
We’re watching a movie on her laptop after a couple of rounds of energetic sex when I raise the subject. “I wish I could take you out. On a proper date.”
She drags her attention away from the screen, quirking a brow. “You know we can’t. It’s too risky.”
I scrub a hand over my jaw. “I’ve been thinking.”
She twists around, slanting me with an amused smile. “Should I be worried?”
“Hardy har.” I playfully elbow her in the ribs. “Do you think you could get away for a weekend? My parents have a property on Nantucket. It’s very private and no one would find us there.” I thread my fingers through hers, looking deep into her eyes. “I want
to make love to you in a bed, go for long walks on the beach, to take a shower with you, to wake up beside you.” All the normal stuff most couples do.
I’ve only just realized how difficult being with her in secret is, and I’ve been racking my brains trying to think of a way to be together without having to worry about prying eyes.
Her eyes glisten as she sits up, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her cheek against my chest. “That sounds wonderful, but I don’t know if I can get away.”
My chest tightens, and I smother my sigh of exasperation. I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for this, and I don’t want to start bitching and moaning now. That wouldn’t be fair, and she’d most likely kick me to the curb.
I keep waiting for that to happen—for the moment she realizes I’m too young and not worth the trouble. I look down at her, running a hand through the thick strands of her hair as I press a kiss atop her head, praying she doesn’t grow tired of my immature ass even though a part of me expects it.
Her eyes expand. “Hang on a sec.” She tips her chin up, looking at me with excited eyes. “I’m scheduled to attend a conference in New York the weekend after next. It’s already set up, but maybe I could fly to Nantucket from New York, and no one would be any the wiser. I can get the organizers to email me the slides and study the session notes in my own time.”
Her obvious delight is infectious, and I grab her face, smashing my lips to hers. I continue kissing her with every overexcited emotion I’m feeling. “I’ll borrow my dad’s jet and wait for you on the runway in New York. I won’t put your real name on the flight manifest.”
“You can do that?” she interjects.
I tweak her nose. “Yep. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll fix it so no one knows you are with me.”
As I leave her office that night, instead of the usual gut-wrenching feeling, I’m virtually walking on clouds, busy making plans in my head.
Spending a full weekend with Eva is like a dream come true, and I don’t plan on wasting a second of it.
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