“Tori,” he chuckled. “What are you—”
“Inside,” I demanded. “Now.”
He followed me up the steps without hesitation, like I’d hooked him by the balls instead of his hoodie.
I shoved the door open, grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the hall. Every nerve in my body sparked as if I’d been starving for this for days.
“You sure everything isalr—”
Nothing is alright you big, beautiful idiot! You gave me an emotional hard-on, and now I’m going to have to fuck your brains out.
“No,” I snapped, tugging him harder. “I’m so not alright but we’re on our way to fix it. So shut up and do as you're told, Pretty Boy.”
We reached the doorway of his bedroom and I stopped in front of the white wooden door. I turned and looked up at him.
“Think your uncle will mind?”
“Mind what?” he asked dumbly.
A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth as I pulled him closer, our fronts now almost touching.
“The headboard banging against the wall for the next couple of hours?”
Kai was looking at me like I was something he’d spend a lifetime learning and still never get enough of and fuck if it didn’t make my knees threaten mutiny.
I kicked the door open and backed into his room, never breaking eye contact.
“Close the door,” I ordered.
He obeyed instantly, still looking slightly gobsmacked as he turned around to face me again.
I felt overheated and needy, an achy throbbing sensation settling in between my legs. Planting one hand on his chest, I pushed him back against the door with a dull thud.
I rose to my tiptoes, sliding my palm up to the nape of his neck, and pulled his head down to me. My boobs pressed against his front as I licked up a long strip up the side of his neck before kissing him passionately.
He groaned deeply — a sound sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit — as I slipped my tongue inside his mouth.
When I sucked on his tongue, he pressed his bulge into my stomach. I tore myself away, my breath already coming in sharp pants.
Jerking my head toward the bed, I instructed, “Take off the hoodie and lay down.”
Kai just stared at me, a somewhat dazed expression on his face. Impatiently, I turned us around so our positions were switched and pushed him back with one hand.
He stumbled to the bed and tried to yank the hoodie over his head at the same time, but it got stuck around his shoulders. A muffled growl of frustration, muted by the fabric, emerged, followed by the sound of seams popping.
Whelp. Guess he didn’t care that much about the hoodie.
Slightly amused, I watched him toss the hoodie across the room with raised eyebrows, then flop onto the bed. The frame creaked under his weight. Spread out in all his thick glory, I took in the expanse of his tan skin and the swirling black lines of the tattoo on his shoulder.
Kai shifted around under my scrutiny, first putting his hands in his lap, then on each side of his body, and finally interlinking them behind his head.
“Fuck, I love your body.” The words had left my mouth before I could second-guess myself. But I realized I wanted him to know I appreciated what I saw. I wanted him to feel good.
He opened his mouth to respond, only to snap it shut with a clack of his teeth as I began to peel my clothes off.
“Y-you do?” His eyes were glued to my naked legs.
I smirked. “Oh, yes, I do. Do you have any idea how sexy it is you’re so thickallll over?”
