“Yeah.”
He pulsed in my palm, his lips curled as if he were about to eat me. He grabbed a tiny package from the table and tore it with his teeth.
We don’t keep the condoms here.I smirked as he rolled it on. This was no spontaneous fucking. I’d come home and found him up at one a.m., half-naked, with an erection the size of Texas and a condom by the door. He’d planned this. “What’re you up to, Kyle Burley?”
“My intentions are utterly dishonorable. Isn’t it obvious? Or my cock is too subtle for you?”
Kyle said cock.I giggled.It must be something big that you’re planning.Fine. Fuck first, find out later.He lifted me higher, his hands strong on my ass for support. Poised against me, he pushed in slowly.
My lips parted with a gasp when he filled me. His eyes glowed as they watched every reaction on my face. His thrusts grew faster, rougher. I gripped his shoulders, afraid I might fall.
“I got you,” he reassured me, his voice tight. His teeth scraped against my neck, and I was yanked back to that fucking moment when Mike’s lips were there.
Get the fuck out of my head.
A man I liked so much was inside my pussy, but I couldn’t block out the images of Mike’s lips on me, burning my skin. Of my tearing his clothes off and crushing him against my body. Of him throbbing inside me.
“God,” I screamed.
“You’re close?” Kyle asked between gasps.
I winced and rolled my head back against the wall. “Almost. Slow down.”
He lifted my other leg, wrapping both around his hips. His thrusts became slow, deliberate, his delicious grunts hot on my neck.
Why the fuck am I not coming?“Shit. Faster now.”
He pushed in and out. Fast. Urgent. Still, I wasn’t coming.Just get it over with. Just this once.
With my eyes shut, my fingers tangled in Kyle’s hair. I pictured the curly hair instead. The rugged grunts. The naked chest. The fucking hottest ass I’d ever seen. The endlessly tormenting mouth whispering my name—
“Oh God!” My orgasm exploded. Finally.
I opened my eyes to find Kyle watching me come apart. His hips grew jagged around my thighs, and a long moan burst out of his lips as he came.
“Christ, Mags. You’ve worn me out.” He let go of my hips and set me on my feet, his breaths heavy on my shoulder.
A grin took over me, my legs shaking, worn out, too. He held my gaze, sweat beading his forehead, his breaths blazing my face. He never looked sexier. Why did I torment myself like that? Why couldn’t I enjoy the man standing before me, worshiping me?
Mike was a playboy who fucked any girl that came in his way. Even if it was temporary, and he was capable of devoting himself to the woman he truly loved, I’d never be that woman. Tonight was enough proof. He’d always be my mother’s friend, and I’d always be his friend’s daughter. A kid. For him, looking at me as sexy was a crime. Forbidden.
Never again,I promised myself, determined to keep my word this time, as I took a dive in the blue eyes. It was time I let go of that silly fantasy and enjoy what I already had.
“Move in with me,” he said.
Fuck.
His words took long moments to register in my mind. “That’s what you’re up to?”
A breath trembled on his lips as he nodded. “Move in with me, Mags.”
I straightened my dress, groping for words, my eyes on my feet.
“Please, don’t freak out. I know you value your freedom so much, but I promise I’d never mess that up.”
I glanced up at his face, thoughts swirling in my head. Last year when Tony dared say he loved me after going out for two months, I’d panicked—literally had a panic attack—to the point of breaking up with him. Now, Kyle was asking me to move in with him, and, surprisingly, I wasn’t freaking out. I was considering it.
Perhaps it had something to do with the impeccable timing. I had just decided never to let the Mike Effect affect me again. Yes, I might not have been following my passion this time, but what did passion get me so far? Pain. Disappointment. Impossible dreams. What if I, for once, chose what was right for me?
