The soft touch of his hand on my jaw to lift my head, pulls me out of the somber thoughts. His eyes are filled with worry, brows creased as he traces over my face. “Is everything okay? You look upset, I haven’t upset you have I?”
Fuck sake. Why does he have to also worry about me?
I blink my eyes a couple of times, forcing the stupid thoughts away. “You haven’t upset me, in fact, this is all very new to me and it’snice.”
“Nice? Is.. is that a bad thing?” He says with such softness, like a timid boy and not the fierce man I see before me. Worry lingers on his face, so without even thinking, I rise slightly onto my tiptoes to plant a soft kiss onto his jaw. The short stubble brushes against my lips, then I whisper against his skin. “Never, this kind of nice is perfect.”
I feel him smile against my mouth then he turns slightly to face me. He’d only need to lean down a few inches and his lips would be on mine. We’d taste each other for the first time and my god do I want that.
There’s only us in the carpark surrounded by twinkling lights, his arms wrapped around me, my hands firmly on his shoulders. The world outside of us no longer exists. There’s no problems or worries, no men to kill off. It’s just him and me, and I’m scared to death.
Gently he lifts his hand from around my waist to brush my hair behind my ear, only on one side, then he brushes over my cheek and down my jaw with the backs of his fingers. “You’re perfect.” He whispers gently into the air between us.
“You don’t know anything about me.” I reply, throwing his own words back at him from the first time that we met. He grins, “I don’t care because I’m more than willing to find out everything about you, and regardless of the darkness that you think you have, I’ll still want to know all the things that make you,you.”
His words feel like a serrated blade in my chest. How can he want to know me like that? Yes, he knows that I’ve killed before but he doesn’t knowwhoorwhyI do it. He doesn’t know that I had everything ripped away from me by a man. He doesn’t know that I had to crawl through hell to piece myself back together. He doesn’t know that I had to abort the baby that was created from rape.
And yet, Kincaid wants to know everything there is about me, regardless of how fucked up it is. Of how fucked upI am.
I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes, threatening to spoil the makeup that I spent hours perfecting but Kincaid doesn’t seem to mind. He uses the pad of his thumb to catch the tear in the corner of my eye before it falls.
“I can see the thoughts spinning around that pretty little head of yours, you’re worried about what I’ll find if I dig too deep, if I claw my way inside of you. You’re afraid that what you are in here,” he says, placing a hand over my chest, “is too dark, too heavy for me to handle but you couldn’t be more wrong because my soul is probably just as dark as yours. We’re just two fucked up souls, looking for a place to call home.”
Home..
I’ve never had a person to call home.
Heat flares to life in my stomach, sending fireworks flooding through my system. I lift my hand to place it on his cheek, instantly he settles into my touch but I can feel the flames burning in his eyes, his touch getting tighter around my waist, the hardness of his erection pressing into my stomach.
“Take me home, Kin.” I say breathlessly, “and if you want me to play dead, just ask.”
He runs his tongue across his teeth, a hunger so fierce it makes my chest ache. “You’re a filthy fucking girl, love. Maybe I want a warm cunt this time.”
Ipractically manhandled Brynne into the car the moment she offered herself up to me and opened up the V8 engine of the Mustang to get us home. Trees whizz past the window, the yellow lines of the road blurring together as one as I fire the muscle car down the winding roads.
My skin feels like it’s on fire just being this close to her. Her energy pummels into me like a freight train as I try to keep my eyes on the road as well as watching her wiggle with need in the seat next to me. She grips the leather with white knuckles, her thighs rubbing together to ease the ache I know that’s building between her legs.
We’re only a couple of minutes away from her house but I can’t stop myself from teasing her, and myself too. I keep one hand on the wheel and place my other on her knee, circling the bone with my finger. Brynne shivers at the contact, the apex of her round breasts spilling over the top of her dress.
“Kin,” she whimpers and places her hand over mine. Gently she guides my hand up her thigh, gathering the material of her dress as she pulls my hand higher. “Please.”
Her skin is so soft and warm, a harsh contrast to what I’m used to but for some reason, this feels better.Shefeels better than anything I’ve ever had before.
I meant what I said to her earlier, that I want to know everything about her and I want her to knoweverythingabout me, even the darkest parts that never see the light of day. For once, a living woman doesn’t frighten me because I’ve never felt as safe as I do with Brynne, and if that makes me a pussy to admit, then so be it.
My eyes dart between the road and her parted legs, my hand inches away from her forbidden fruit.
“Please what, love? What do you want from me?” I murmur with a heavy breath. She wiggles in the seat again and I can tell that she’s desperate for me to ease that ache.
“I want.. you to touch me.” She whimpers just as the tips of my fingers skim across the apex of her pussy. Sweet arousal fills the car and I’m more than ready to pull over at the side of the road and rail her in the back seat but I’m an evil bastard, and seeing her this riled up is fueling the flame inside of me.
I tease the inside of her thigh, drawing small circles with my fingers. “Be patient, we’re almost there.” I demand, causing her to mewl and pout, and if looks could kill I’d be dead. I chuckle at the attitude she’s throwing my way but as soon as she sees her house come into view, she lifts her chin from her chest, eager to climb out of this car.
Gravel pops underneath the tires as I drive with agonising slowness up the driveway, just to tease her even more, then as soon as I pull up in front of her house, she scrambles with the seatbelt and grabs the door handle.
Clearly she’s forgotten the rules already.
“If you open that door, I’ll leave you desperate.” She scowls at me and slowly drops her hand. “That’s a good girl. Now you’ll wait for me to get you out, won’t you?”
