“W-what—”
His mouth takes possession of mine and I gasp when his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. His free hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me forward, water splashing between us as he settles me on his lap, causing my breasts to press against his sturdy chest. I wrap my arms around his shoulders to brace myself, blushing fiercely when I feel the hardness against my ass.
His mouth is warm and the kiss starts soft, coaxing, before his hand tightens around me and his mouth slants over mine with hunger and desperation. It drives me wild, and I let out a ragged moan.
My nipples are pointy little things inside my bra and they ache fiercely. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. I rock against him to run them over his chest, hoping the move soothes the ache, but it’s like fanning a fire.
It feels so good.
Kyle reaches between us and lines his hardness up against my sex through our underwear, thrusting forward and sending a million tiny shards of pleasure piercing through me. I cry out, hugging him tighter as I rock against him, kissing him with fervor, and I can feel heat pooling in my core.
“Fuck!” he growls as he breaks the kiss, and I barely have time to react before my bra is pushed up and his mouth latches onto my left breast. My back arches with a sob as his mouth starts a gentle suckle on the aching bud, my hips moving needily over his.
Oh God.
God.
My fingers tunnel in his hair and hold him close as he teases the ache in my nipples, rolling his tongue around the bud before pushing to take the other in his mouth, sucking and licking possessively until I’m sobbing and trembling, water splashing all around us as I roll my hips over his hardness, quickly approaching a climax as heat builds in my stomach…
Then he stops.
Kyle stills against me, before he pulls away like he’s been burned. Releasing my hair and waist, he’s crossed the tub and moved away from me before I can blink. There’s something akin to horror written on his expression, and it causes a sinking feeling in my gut.
“Sorry,” he says with a careless laugh. “I guess I got a little carried away.”
It’s…dismissive. His tone. Like he’s trying to make me believe that what just happened was not a big deal. Maybe for him it wasn’t, but Christ, it was my first kiss. It was the first time a man has ever touched me like that.
Hurt blooms in my chest but I try not to show it as I work to fix my bra. My nipples still ache, and so does the spot between my legs that was fiercely rubbing against his hardness. Everything in me yearns for a repeat, and hopefully relief this time, but I refuse to embarrass myself by begging for it.
“I think I’ll head back inside,” I say, keeping my eyes off him as I climb out of the tub.
He doesn’t say a word to stop me. It shouldn’t sting, but it does.
My knees aren’t at all steady as I walk back to the bedroom and dry myself up before digging around the bag of clothes we received from Pope. I grab a pair of leggings and a T-shirt before slipping into bed. I shut my eyes tightly and beg for sleep, hoping it comes before Kyle comes back.
I’m shit out of luck, because I’m still awake when Kyle finally walks in.
I keep my eyes shut and even out my breathing so he thinks I’m asleep. I catch the shuffling noises as he changes into his clothes, and I wait for the bed to dip as he climbs in, but no such thing happens. The lights go off, and still nothing.
Slowly, I open my eyes and turn to the empty spot beside me before leaning over the bed, surprised to see Kyle lying on the floor with only the pillow to cushion his head.
“You’re not really sleeping on the cold floor, are you?” I ask in disbelief, peering down at him in the dark.
“Go to sleep, Viv.”
“The floor is cold and hard,” I say. “You’re going to be driving all day tomorrow, Kyle. You need to be well rested for that.”
“I’ve slept in worse places. This is fine.”
“It’s not fine for me,” I push. “The bed is big enough for the two of us.”
Unless…
Oh God, unless he’s scared that I’ll throw myself at him. The thought, mortifying as it is, doesn’t push me to hide under the covers as I’d prefer to. “I’m not going to touch you if that’swhat you’re worried about.” I huff. “You’ve already made it clear that you don’t want that, and I’m not the kind to disrespect boundaries.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
My brows knit in confusion. “Then why won’t you get in bed?”
