He took another step closer, slow and deliberate, giving me plenty of time to step back or tell him to stop.My heart hammered against my ribs, but I stayed exactly where I was, my hands still gripping the straps above my head.
Then he was right there, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his incredible body. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip, and his blue eyes were impossibly bright up close.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
I closed my eyes and gave into the incredible sensation.
I’d been kissed before—on dates or by the one boyfriend I’d had sophomore year—but it had never been like this. Never made my knees go weak or my stomach flip or my entire body light up like I’d been plugged into an electrical socket.
Shivers ran through me as he took his time, holding my head in his hands, pressing himself against me. I pressed back, and somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice whispered that I should stop this and that I barely knew him.
I ignored it. This felt too damn good to stop.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and his hands slid lower, squeezing my ass, cupping it, then sliding lower. When he lifted me off the floor, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, twisting the straps above me around my wrists.
God, his body felt so good against mine, and there was something really erotic about the way I wasstretched out, totally supported by him and the equipment above me.
He was so strong. I could feel his hard muscles where my legs were wrapped around him.
He kissed down the line of my throat, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him access. I was getting more and more turned on, heat pooling low in my belly, and that voice in the back of my mind got a little louder—What are you doing? You don’t know this guy—but I pushed it away.
This felt too good to even think about stopping.
He leaned back slightly, and his hand slid under the bottom of my sweater, his palm flat and warm against my stomach. The fingers of his other hand threaded through my hair, and it made my scalp tingle in a delicious way.
Kai looked me in the eye, his hand on my stomach, and waited, giving me a chance to object.
I didn’t.
He slid his hand up and cupped my breast through my bra. I moaned, letting my head fall back, and he fisted a handful of my hair, holding me in place as he kissed me again. By this time, his talented fingers were teasing my nipples, and it all felt so deliciously primal. Like I didn’t need to think, like all I needed to do was let him show me how good he could make me feel.
He cupped my ass again, pulling me even closer, and I felt it then. A hard bulge in his jeans. It felt big, notthat I had much to compare it to. I’d never let myself go like this with anyone. The truth was, I’d never even been with a man. Never had the time and hadn’t met anyone who tempted me the way Kai did.
Because now I could see what I’d been missing.
He caressed my breast through the thin fabric of my bra, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and we kissed until I couldn’t think straight. Then he was holding me close, nibbling against my neck, and he whispered against my skin, “You feel so good. You taste so good.”
I ground my hips against him, and in some corner of my mind, I noted that he’d been trying to get me to move my hips all morning—and now I was.
Kai as he nipped at my earlobe. “Let’s go back to my room.”
I was so lost in in the way he was touching me that I barely registered the words. He repeated himself, his voice rough with need. “Let’s go to my room, baby girl. You know you want to.”
I enjoyed the sensation for one more second, maybe two, and then I froze.
Baby girl?
I couldn’t move for a long moment and then I pulled back from him, staggering a little as my feet thudded to the floor. I let go of the straps. They bounced around near my head as I took a step back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I’m not your baby girl,” I said, staring him in the eye.
He held up his hands in defense. “Sorry. It was just—I got caught up in the moment.”
My gaze dropped, and I could see he was hard. “I can see that.” And a moment ago, I couldfeelthat.
He didn’t even look embarrassed. “Can you blame me?”
“No,” I said flatly. “I blame myself. This isn’t why I came here.”
