I slide my hand into her hair, holding the nape of her neck and she sighs.
“How about I drip that coconut wax on your hot little body and give you a massage to help you relax, before I fuck your ass,” I suggest, accepting the fact she might say no, and I’d be fine with it.
Instead, she licks her lips with an enthusiastic yes.
“Towels, lube, a small vibrator, and a hair tie,” I tell her.
She blinks at me a few times. “A hair tie?”
“Do you want wax in your hair?” I ask and she smiles, shaking her head.
“Good, then go get everything,” I tell her, and she’s quickly on her feet, going to collect everything we need. “Oh, where’s your lighter?” I shout as she’s in the hallway.
“Nightstand.”
I open the nightstand and find not only the lighter, but two other crucial items I requested. I press the button on the side of the small bullet and appreciate that she had the foresight to charge her toys. I place the lighter, toy, and lube on the nightstand as Kate walks into the bedroom, face flushed and a stack of towels in her arms.
We strip her bed down to the sheets and one pillow before protecting everything with a layer of towels.
I read the back of the candle quickly, and light the wick, knowing it’s going to need about ten minutes to melt enough wax.
“Hair tie?” I question Kate.
“Oh,” she says, holding out her wrist.
I slide the elastic off her slender wrist, sliding it on to mine, before fisting a handful of her shirt and dragging her toward meto kiss her. I told Ben that it wasn’t that deep, that I only kiss Kate because I like it.
I’m a fucking liar. Especially after tonight. When I kiss Kate, I feel light. I feel like someone’s favorite, and I can’t even stop myself. She makes me feel needed; I love the idea of protecting her. She likes the same things I like, while also showing me new things. What we did tonight, the moment of peace we shared while creating art, had me feeling more unguarded than I've been in a long time.
I don’t hate it as much as I thought I would.
Am I scared shitless? Fuck yeah. This small, smart, complicated woman has the power to destroy me and my brother, but I also think she’s capable of doing much more, and I think I’m going to let it play out.
Maybe I can fuck her into liking me. Maybe she’s feeling the same way I am. That this could be more, and fuck if I know what that looks like, but I’m not going to think about it too much right now.
At this moment, I’m going to put that all to the side and give her what she wants and what I need.
Her tongue tangles with mine as her wrists rest against my neck, her fingers playing with the soft ends of my hair. I part the kiss briefly to lift her shirt over her head. A simple white sports bra covers her chest, her hard nipples straining against the fabric. I drag my thumb against the bud, before gripping the elastic and she helps me pull it over her head.
My thumbs trail down her abdomen until I press her shorts down.
“No panties? This whole time?” I joke.
She shrugs and I take a moment to admire her body, every single inch that I want to kiss, own, and please.
I lean down, the scruff of my jaw brushing lightly against the softness of her cheek. “Turn around,” I tell her.
She immediately complies, and I glance down at her ass, not able to control myself as I grab a handful of the soft flesh, kneading her ass. Knowing I’ll be leaving my marks all over her tonight.
I brush my fingers through her hair, not really knowing what the fuck I’m doing. In theory, I thought it would be attractive to put her hair up, but now that I have her thick strands in my hand, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.
I bundle her hair to the best of my ability and stretch the band around it a few times. It looks like shit, and when I turn her back around, I have to bite my lip to not burst out into laughter.
“What?”
“I’ve never put a woman’s hair up in my life. I have all brothers, your hair looks insane.”
She pats her head, feeling all the lumps and loose hairs, giving me a smile before pulling out the tie and redoing it, making it look completely effortless.
