I got up and paced the room restlessly. I was here to support Landon, not badger him, but I just couldn’t let it go. He’d admitted that he did want me in that way, and that he was just holding himself back. That fact changed everything.
And then I thought of Mia and Diego. How they’d engaged in some role-play at the coffee shop. How Mia had been having fun pretending Diego was a stranger, flirting with him like they’d just met.
“What about role-play?” I asked suddenly.
He looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you saidyoucan’t be with me. But what if someone else could?”
“Ash and Kai aren’t enough for you?”
I was getting frustrated. This was important. “They are, but I want you. I have from the start. So… maybe you could pretend to be someone else, just for a little while. Someone who’d allow himself to be with me.”
He was distracted now. “Role-play? What do you mean? Like a naughty nurse and a patient? Or should I pretend I’m a sparkly vampire and you’re my human victim?”
I shook my head. “Be Kai.”
He was really taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“Pretend you’re him. You look like him. Just let yourself go. Let yourself be free and easy like him… I mean, if you want to be.”
He was astounded. Finally, he said, “Sometimes we used to switch places. Like when one of us had an appointment or meeting we didn’t want to go to, we’d do rock, paper, scissors to see who would actually go. But we haven’t done it in years.”
“Kai could touch me,” I said. “Kai could be with me. I wish things were like that with you. But if I can only have you while you’re pretending, then that’s what I want.”
For a long moment, he just stared at me. I would’ve bet a million dollars he was going to reject my idea.
Then he grabbed me and pulled me to him. He sat on the edge of the bed and then I was in his lap, my arms wrapped around him.
And he kissed me. Hard. As if he’d been waiting to do that for years, not weeks.
This was what I’d wanted for so long. But it wasn’t slow and gentle like I’d thought it would be. And then I realized—he was being Kai, like I’d just told him to.
After an interval of kissing that left me breathless, he growled in my ear, “What wasthe next lesson?”
“I think... fingers,” I managed, blushing.
“That’s too tame. I want to taste you.”
I’d never had that done. Panic flared in my chest. Would he be okay with the way I looked down there? The way I smelled?
But then his voice softened, reverting to his gentler side. “You were there for me last night. Let me make you feel good today.” After a long moment, I nodded.
He laid me back on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge. He knelt between them, and his hands slid up under my skirt raising it and exposing me. Except with him, I never felt exposed. I always felt safe.
Then his mouth was on me.
I gasped at the first warm breath that touched my heated skin. At the stubble along his jaw tickling me. And then the touch of his tongue. It was warm and soft and so incredibly intimate. He moved slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. Like making me feel good was the only thing that mattered.
He licked and sucked and explored, learning what made me gasp, what made my hips roll. The pleasure built gradually, naturally, like a tide coming in. Not frantic or rushed, but unstoppable. And I didn’t want it to stop.
His hands were on my thighs, holding me steady as I started to tremble. And when I came, it was with a cry that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and hestayed with me through all of it, gentling his touch as I came down.
Afterwards, I was dazed and happy, my body still humming with aftershocks. I looked over and saw that he was hard, the bulge in his pants unmistakable.
“Let me taste you now,” I said.
“No. That’s a different lesson.”
