“Yeah. It’s weird being related to someone as famous as Jake. When I’m with him in a crowd, people jockey for position, knocking me out of the way to get closer to him. And women – I mean, they’ll do anything to get at him. I figured out a way to take advantage of that.”
I nodded. I was well aware of his womanizing. He’d been very open about it on the island. Although I wasn’t thrilled about his man whoring ways, if it were his past, I could overlook it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “I’m not doing that anymore.”
“What stopped you?”
Kyle didn’t reply for the longest time. I waited patiently because I desperately needed to hear his answer. “I can’t really explain it, but I’ve changed. Remember that time you came and sat with me on the beach, and you had that bucket full of nasties?”
I nodded.
“And you said, ‘Someday I’m going to be somebody’?”
“I remember.”
“Well, so am I.”
I smiled. “I don’t doubt it for a second.”
He leaned into me and our lips touched. I wrapped my arms around him and pleasured in the feel of him. Kyle began walking me backward.
“Where are we going?” I asked between kisses.
“My room.”
Somehow we made it up the stairs, and Kyle pushed the door to his bedroom open with his foot. Our lips never stopped working, our tongues twining in effort. Then we were on his bed, Kyle closing the space between us, and his heat melted the last of my resolve. At that moment I didn’t care that we were trespassing in a rock star’s house. And it wasn’t really trespassing if Kyle lived here, right?
And then he was on top me and our lips crushed together, mouths open, tongues engaged in a war of erotic wills, and I didn’t give two shits anymore. My desire for Kyle trumped all rational thought. I’d wanted him for so long. Crazed with desire for this man, I threw myself shamelessly at him. My excitement aroused him further and his hands were under my shirt in a flash, attempting to unbuckle my bra. I could feel his eagerness and also his frustration as the clasp wouldn’t give way. Kyle groaned and finally gave up. I fought the urge to giggle.
Not to be deterred, he grabbed at my shirt, pulling it over my head. I tried to get his shirt off too, but we were all hands and tongues and writhing bodies. He broke the kiss long enough to take off his own shirt and unbuckle his jeans. The entire twenty seconds we were apart, my hands were groping him. Kyle’s eyes were lust-filled as he sank down on top of me. I ran my nails over his back, shaking with desire. Sliding my hands into his jeans and under his boxers, I grabbed his butt and forced him deeper onto me, and we were grinding into each other.
Kyle pushed himself up and grabbed the waistband of my jeans. I helped him get them off before he easily slid his own down his slim waist. My hands were on him and his on me. We were quickly losing control.
“Condom,” I panted but he was already a step ahead and was ripping open the little package. It took him a minute to get it on, but once he did he was hastily back in the game. I opened my legs for him and he sank himself into me with a grunt. I gasped, excitement coursing through me, then grabbed his ass and pushed him in deeper. I’d wanted him for so long and the idea that he was mine, even just for the night, was overwhelming.
He thrust into me as his hand went back to my bra and he cupped the lacy fabric. There was a clear look of disappointment on his face. He had failed to release my breasts once, but he wasn’t done trying. Laying all his weight on me, he grasped the cups and lifted the entire bra up and over my head. My ample bosom lifted with the effort and then bounced back in response. This time I did laugh. Kyle was nothing if not persistent.
“What?” He smiled at me with that clueless look that I’d come to love.
“If at first you don’t succeed, use force.”
Propping himself on one elbow, Kyle thrust deeper into me and I moaned my approval. His other hand had hold of my breasts, and his eyes were wide with wonder.
“Damn, Kenzie,” he said, and then went to town, lapping at my nipples.
My hips were working furiously now, pressing into his. I was close. Our grunts changed to whimpering as the moment drew near. His finger found my clit and I lost it, climaxing seconds before him in a display of intense and uncontrolled arousal. Kyle continued pushing until he too was spent.
When we were both satiated, his mouth found mine again and we kissed. His eyes were fixed on mine. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I’d never considered myself that before, but now with the guy I adored hovering over me with that lustful look in his eyes, I felt beautiful and desired. But I also felt something else… foreboding. I had a strange feeling that this might be our one and only night together. And if that were the case, I planned to make it count.
* * *
The next morningwe were eating cereal in the kitchen of the townhouse. I was dressed in Kyle’s t-shirt. His hand was moving higher up on my thigh. I batted it away.
“Remember on the island how I was so hungry that there were times you thought I might hurt you?”
“Yeah.”
