“We all have secrets, Nix. Some things are left in the gray area.” She brings her mouth close to mine, the scent of chocolate on her breath. “Like your love of cereal. People don’t need to know you love Cocoa Pebbles.”
Is she really comparing my secret cereal obsession to her hiding her true identity? They couldn’t be any more different, but I play along. “Just. Like. That.” I nip at her lips after each word and feel her nipples pebble through my dress shirt.
Fuck. All I want to do is bury myself inside of her, but I can’t. I have to stay the course. I always think through everything before I act, but Kennedy makes me wild with enough lust that I just say fuck it and let the cards fall where they may. “I’m exhausted,” I say, the aching pressure in my pants becoming unbearable.
“I can go home,” she whispers against my lips as she searches my eyes. “I don’t mind.”
“No. Stay here. It’s safer for you here than out there tonight. Especially with Grayson pissed off and Hassan probably having gotten word.”
“They’ll never find me.” She’s confident in that statement, but I deflate her and rattle off her address, causing her eyebrows to shoot upward. “Fuck,” she hisses and pales.
I’m moving our bodies backward toward the bedroom before she runs. “You’re not as hidden as you think you are, Ken.”
“No one knows who I am but you.”
Funny statement. I don’t even know who the hell she is except for her name and some general background information, but I let the conversation drop. When the backs of her knees bump the edge of the bed, I push her down and motion for her leg. She’s still wearing the boots—a nice touch, I might add—and I want all pointy objects as far away from me as possible. She watches me closely as I strip the first boot off and toss it across the room.
“I can get the other one.” She starts to reach for the zipper, but I swat her hand away playfully.
“I didn’t get to undress you earlier. Let me at least enjoy the moment.” I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying, but I hope it makes sense to her. Her body’s tense as I slowly pull the zipper down her calf. I expect a gun to fall out, but there’s a tiny dagger strapped to her leg instead. Dislodging it from the holder, I lift it up and shake it a little. “Planning on trouble tonight?”
She smiles wryly. “A girl can’t be too careful these days.”
I toss it over my shoulder, making it land right near her boot with a tiny thud. Working carefully, I pull the other boot off and I’m surprised when no other weapons fall out. The second boot meets the same fate as the first and the dagger. Carefully, I lean forward and reach under her arms, tossing her toward the head of the bed.
Her eyes are on me, watching my every move as I undress. They’re hungry, sweeping across my skin as I peel away the layers. I’m making slow work of it, studying her just as much as she is me. I don’t know if she’s working me, but attraction and lust can’t be faked. She wants me. There’s no denying that. The way her cheeks flush and her tongue sweeps across her lips makes that clear. When her hand comes up and strokes the sides of her breasts in between her cleavage, I know I could have her in a second.
My erection springs out of my pants like a pole-vaulter jumping over the highest bar and makes it clear I want her too. It’s something I can’t hide, no matter how hard I try. Even with my amazing skills of deception, my dick does its own thing. It’s hard to think of anything but sex as Kennedy lies there naked, fucking me with her eyes.
“Nix,” she whispers, circling her nipple with her fingertip and pushing her body farther down into the mattress. “I want you.”
Distraction. That’s all it is. I don’t doubt that she wants me, but she’s using it as a way to get me off course. I have to remember I’m not dealing with just Kennedy, spoiled little rich girl; she’s someone I don’t know and can’t figure out. Not yet, at least.
“In time,” I tell her, slipping between her thighs and hovering over her body with my cock lined up with her sweet, warm cunt. It would be so easy to sink inside of her and lose myself. But I have to keep my composure and stick to the plan at hand. “Night, Ken,” I say and press my lips to her forehead.
“Night?” She looks up at me with confusion.
“I’m exhausted. I need my sleep, babe.”
“Sleep?”
“Yeah. You remember what that is.”
“But…” She sets her lips in a firm line.
“Mind if we cuddle?” I almost gag asking the question. Never have I had a woman in my bed and just cuddled. It’s honestly the last thing I want to do, but it’s necessary. I need to keep her close enough that I can tell when she is in a deep enough sleep to pull off what comes next.
“Um,” she mumbles as she darts her eyes around my face. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Great.” I smile, rolling to my side and taking her with me.
Once I’ve settled us in the right position and she’s curled into my side, she finally asks the one thing I’ve been waiting for, “Nix, don’t you want to, you know, do it?”
My arms tighten, and the sheet starts to tent where her leg is so close to my cock I can feel the heat from her skin. “Not tonight. I’m too tired. We have plenty of time for that.” I smile against her hair, but part of me is tortured. I should bang her. Fuck her until she confesses all her secrets.
Her fingers find my nipple, toying with it between her fingertips. “You can just lie there. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
I’d never want her to feel left out. That wouldn’t be gentlemanly. “Would it make you happy to suck my cock?” My smile widens and my spine tingles at the thought of her lips wrapped around my shaft.
