Kai tipped his head and laughed.
“Humor me. Please.”
I was disgusted at how easily he chipped away at every wall I put up, just by the way his stupid blue eyes penetrated my soul.
Huffing an exaggerated sigh, I relented. “What’s got your curiosity so piqued you’re willing to risk a throat punch by not letting me up?”
Another hearty laugh sent a jolt straight to my pussy.
“Can I watch you paint?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m always naked.”
Kai stiffened beneath me, fingers digging into my flesh. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No. Last question.”
He remained quiet. Pensive. And licked his lips, immediately drawing my attention to his fleshy mouth.
“Why did you choose that specific charity for your auction?”
There was something different about the way he posed his question. The smoky tones in his voice were gone, replaced by vulnerability.
It was my turn to watch him with curious eyes. I knew why he’d asked. But if I confessed the truth, that I’d thought of him and his upbringing, he’d look too much into it. Because it was just an idea, from the experiences of what I knew of his childhood.
An inspiration.
Fuck.
“You know why.”
He nodded. “I like that.”
“Kai Cain has a heart.” He laughed, taking my hand and pressing it to his chest.
“You feel that?”
I felt it all. The fast pace of his heart, the electricity buzzing between us, his hard cock against my thigh. I was fighting a losing battle and I knew it.
Rules be damned.
“You want a drink?” I asked, grabbing the bottle of Macallan and readjusting so that I straddled his lap. My body took the reins of this internal battle, if only for another taste of him.
“I thought you wanted to drink alone,” he said, his hand on my hip.
I popped open the bottle and grinned. “So, is that a no?”
Kai’s free hand smoothed up my back, settling at my bra line and making me shiver. “That’s a fuck yes.”
I brought the whiskey to my lips and took a long swig. Our eyes connected, and neither of us said a word as I leaned forward and spit the liquid into his mouth.
“Shit,” he groaned, grabbing me by the nape and crushing his lips to mine. Anything holding me back flitted away within a blink.
My first theory proved to be true. Kai devoured me in a way that made me question if I had ever been truly kissed before. I couldn’t hold back the moans he pulled from my throat, bornfrom the need to be completely taken by this man. And my body reacted on instinct as I ground my pussy over his cock until we were both panting and ready to shed our clothes and our sanity.
