He’d kept this secret for years. And he’d done so with good reason. He’d been a selfish monster in every other area of his life. But with her? He would always protect her. Even from himself. He couldn’t lose his nerve now.
“You have no idea what you mean to me.”
Her lips stretched with a pale smile. “I know. I mean, you flew to L.A. for one day just to see me. Who does that?”
Someone who can’t stand life away from you anymore.
“And I ruined the night with all the fucking drama,” she added.
“You didn’t ruin anything.” His fingers twined with hers and tightened around them.I almost did.
Scene21
Maggie
I traced Mike’s little, meaningless kisses on my skin from palm to neck. The soft souvenirs weren’t meaningless to me at all. That one on the neck almost made me give in. I had to jerk my head away from him so I wouldn’t press my lips to his.
Fuck. Now, I was wet again just from thinking about it.
Kyle is gonna get lucky— if he’s there like he said he would when he texted three hours ago…awake, and not going to fight over being late till one a.m. with Mike—or I’ll have to come on my own tonight.
I barely stepped three feet inside the apartment before Kyle grabbed hold of me.
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for hours.” He kissed me. “I missed you.”
Good. No fight.I dropped my things and stretched on my toes, bending his head to devour his lips. “I missed you, too.”
He pushed my coat off my shoulders, and it hit the floor. He turned me around and pressed my front on the wall. His fingers teased at the back edge of my dress. “You’re so incredibly hot in red,” he murmured, his breath scorching.
What is it with men and the color red?I paused at the question as I recalled Mike’s face when I took off my coat tonight. My jaw dropped, and not because Kyle’s hand slid over my backside and between my legs.
That’s what it was all about. He couldn’t look at me ‘cause he thought I was hot.
My belly clenched with a chuckle. That was what he was hiding, and he respected me too much to show it.
Kyle moaned. “You’re drenched, baby.”
I arched back when he slid a long finger inside me. “Kyle, if you want any future for us, you gotta stop calling me baby.”
He laughed into a kiss he pressed on the back of my neck. “You hate that?”
“More than you think. I only accept it from Dad.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” His fingertip circled my clit. The slow, teasing movements blurred my thoughts away.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
He chuckled, his face in my hair, his cock hard on the side of my hip, reminding me of Mike poking his elbow into my butt. I swallowed.
Kyle swiveled me, lifted the hem of the dress over my waist, and pushed down my underwear. He blew out a long, slow breath as his eyes dropped to my naked pussy, one hand gripping my ass, the other pulling his dick out of his boxers. He glanced up, his blue eyes smoldering.
“Someone is hungry tonight,” I said.
He nodded, pressing hard and insistent against my stomach, his kisses searing. I pushed his boxers down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, lifted my leg, spreading me, and hooked my knee around his hip.
Wrapping my hand around his erection, he felt heavy and warm in my palm. What would Mike’s feel like? Long? Thick? Hard? Exactly the right size for me? I snapped my eyes open.What the fuck? You already have a perfect man, and he’s hard in your hands. Focus.
“You okay?” Kyle bit his lip, his eyes half-open.
