“No way.”
“Looks like I’ll have to come and get you myself then,” he warns. Or is it threatens?
“You wouldn’t dare!” I shriek.
He grins evilly at me, full of mischievous intent. Fuck, I’ve done it again; gone and issued a challenge he’s incapable of backing down from.
He’s reached the jetty and is pulling himself up out of the water with ease. In clothes, Kalen looks quite slender, despite his tall frame. He’s definitely on the leaner side. But in reality he isbuilt. He must hide a lot under his favourite jeans and t-shirt combo, because his muscles ripple as he moves. I stare and fail to notice him stalking towards me with the grace of a predator.
“Kalen-” I warn, shaking my head and starting to slowly back away from him.
He grins wider.
“Game on, little sis.”
At his words, I run. I spin and bolt like my life depends on it. But Kalen is as fast out of the water as he is in it. Fuck. He chases me and dives, grabbing my knees and sending me sprawling hard to the ground under a tree. I roll and he lands on top of me, pressing his body against every inch of mine to soak me, and shaking his long dark hair like a wet dog.
“Ew, Kalen! Stop!” I laugh. “I’m drenched through!”
“Oh no, we’d better get you out of these wet things before you catch a cold.” He grins down at me but this time it’s not playful. There’s a searing heat to his gaze and our lips clash as we come together violently. And then we’re making out, and it’s unlike anything I would ever have expected from Kalen. Yeah, we’ve kissed a bit before, but nothing likethis.
“Fuck,” I groan as Kalen breaks away from me.
“Let’s,” he teases. I don’t say no, just pull him back down so that his lips once again meet mine. We devour each other like we’re starved for human contact, and let’s face it, I am. But that’s not why I’m kissing him. Not at all.
I don’t hesitate to sit up when Kalen tugs at my beat-up old leather jacket. I allow him to peel it off. He sits back and stares intently at me as I cross my arms and grasp the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and discarding it on the grass. I sit before him in just my bra and when he stares, open mouthed, I feel like a goddamn goddess.
“Wow, you’re beautiful,” he says awe-struck.
“I’m beautiful once you see my breasts?” I tease.
“They’re pretty impressive knockers, a lovely pair of jugs, great melons-”
“Stop! Now!” I laugh.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes.” He grins at me. It’s a challenge, but also an olive branch. He’s giving me an out; an opportunity to put the brakes on and end this.
I flick the button on my black jeans and lower the zip.
“You just gonna sit there, or are you gonna help a girl out?” I demand.
Kalen immediately comes to my rescue, but it isn’t sexy like in the movies. Removing skintight, wet skinny jeans ishell. I wriggle whilst Kalen tugs and pulls, eventually freeing my legs and sending Kalen flying backwards. I collapse back in an exhausted fit of giggles.
“Will you wear more goddamn skirts?” Kalen grumbles, coming back over to me.
“You see me in a school skirt plenty,” I remind him.
“Yeah but I can’t do this in school,” he says, crawling between my legs. “Besides, you don’t wear it to school the way you wore it on your birthday.” He winks at me and I know he’s referring to how I slutted it up. Does he know that was for the shock factor when facing Sawyer? “Maybe you could wear it like that for me again sometime.”
I don’t have to reply though because Kalen’s head descends between my legs and he shows me just how talented swimmers can be with their breathing skills.
He’s toe-curlingly good. Playful enough to keep me on the edge of the abyss, but generous enough to take me over the ledge again and again. Is death by orgasms a valid cause of death? What a way to go.
I feel like I should return the favour, but Kalen seems to be having the time of his life. I pull him up to meet me and kiss him deeply to thank him.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he tells me. “You’re beautiful when you come.” I’m pretty sure he’s lying, but I don’t contradict his compliment. He’s really quite sweet. “Shall I stop?” he asks, biting his lip adorably.
“Get the fuck in me, now!” I practically scream.
