I grinned and pressed my body in front of his. He casually wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close as I looked up into his face. “Who’s having trouble speaking now?” I stretched up, curled my hand around his neck and right at the last minute kissed his jaw. “Dinner was awesome. Thank you.”
His nostrils flared and he ran his hands up and down my back. “We better go.”
“I’m ready whenever you are.” And I was more than ready. For him. For what could happen when we were finally alone.
Ready to break every single one of my rules.
Ten
Kyson followed me up the stairs to my new studio apartment. We’d parked in the back and entered Suda Kaye’s store from there. Once I unlocked the door I gestured to the space with a lift of my chin. “Would you like to come in for dessert? I baked homemade chocolate chip cookies today. Was planning on giving you some to take home as a thank-you for taking me out.”
He grinned and nodded. “Sure, for a little bit.”
The heat between us cooled off as we’d walked up and down Main Street. Kyson was an excellent host, pointing things out, showing me the places he liked to eat at and others he thought I might like to shop at. He’d held my hand the entire time and that alone had me swooning. It had been a while since a man I liked romantically held my hand, keeping me close and whispering little jokes or teases in my ear.
Beyond the restaurant where I’d almost kissed him twice, he’d been a perfect gentleman, not pushing for more physical intimacy other than enjoying a nighttime stroll down a pretty street with a woman he’d taken out on a date.
At that moment, though, his gaze came to mine and heated. The fire we banked on our walk started to spark and sizzle between us. I held the door open so he could lead me into the space and watched his sexy-as-all-get-out swagger ramp my desire up to scalding.
Suda Kaye’s apartment was smaller, but far nicer than Jasper’s in my opinion. The kitchen had been fully renovated so the granite countertops gleamed against the glass pendant lights that hung over the bar as I flicked them on. The couch was a three-seater and very comfortable, though I wanted to get a lounge chair and some of my own throw pillows and lay down rugs that would give the space a little bit more of my personality. Maybe I’d hunt around the local shops we’d seen tonight to see if I could find any wall hangings that struck my fancy. Add a lamp or two. Normal things anyone would want to purchase in order to make a space their own.
Of course, the first thing I’d unpacked were my personal cooking supplies. I’d absolutely need more pots and pans but what was there would be sufficient for now. Jasper and I would order extras for both of our homes when we put in our supply order for the bulkier items.
When I opened the fridge to see about drinks, I felt Kyson come up behind me and wrap his arm around my waist. He nuzzled his chin at the side of my neck and goose bumps trailed down my arms at his touch.
“Isa, I’m not hungry.” He trailed his nose along my neck, and I stretched it out to the side, giving him better access. I closed the fridge door and allowed myself to enjoy his warmth and presence against my back.
“I thought you wanted dessert?”
He hummed and I felt the timbre of that sound shoot straight down my body and curl my toes.
“Not hungry for food, sweetheart.” He turned me around to face him and stepped forward until my back was flat against the fridge, his body plastered against mine. He curled his hand around my neck, lifting my chin with his thumb.
I stared into his eyes. His pupils were dilated and I lost my breath at the sheer desire coating those baby blues.
“Relax, baby. Just breathe...” He encouraged me in that low tone that made my heart pound and my nipples throb.
I shook my head. “I can’t,” I said breathily.
“Why not?” He ran his nose along mine in a light caress and I trembled in his arms.
“I want you too much,” I admitted.
“Christ,” he said before he slammed his lips down over mine.
I opened immediately, allowing him inside, glorying at the rich, heady taste of him. He held my head tipped to the side and took the kiss impossibly deeper, flattening his tongue along mine, flicking against the tip, teasing me by licking in and out the way I wanted him to repeat on me in other, more private places.
For a long time we took from one another. One moment he led, the next I did. The hand at my hip ran down and cupped my tush, pulling me higher and tighter against his body. I could feel the long, hard, rigid length of him against my stomach and it broke something open inside me. My skin felt hot, too hot. I wrapped my arms around him and tugged at his dress shirt where it tucked into his pants, fumbling until I got my hands on bare, warm, male skin.
He growled into my mouth and pulled us away from the fridge, hiking me up by the ass until I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me out of the kitchen and to the bedroom. Once there, he brought me down by putting a knee to the bed and easing me carefully onto the soft surface.
His lips finally left my mouth and went straight for my neck. He licked the length from shoulder to ear and then nibbled there until I sighed. I put my hands back under his shirt and shoved it up as far as I could go. He got the hint and straddled my form up on his knees, while I watched. His eyes were all over me as I panted, waiting for him to remove each button, glorying at the new skin revealed with each release. To my displeasure, he also had one of those white ribbed tank tops on, adding another layer that needed to be removed. I reached out and yanked at it defiantly.
“Off,” I demanded.
He grinned. “You first, honey.”
Without even thinking twice I curled my fingers around the glittery tank, heaved my torso up and pulled the offending piece of material over my head, tossing it off the side of the bed. I was left in a dusky gray lace bra, my breasts heaving, nipples erect.
In what felt like a second flat, he lifted his tank and tossed it over his head, too, giving me only a moment’s view of his broad, muscular chest before his face swooped down. He cupped both of my breasts with his hands and kissed me in my cleavage.
He pulled down one bra cup and thumbed the nipple until I cried out. “You have magnificent breasts, baby,” Kyson said, awe coating his words before he swirled his tongue around one tip and then sucked...hard. I arched my back, curled my hand around his neck and fed more of my breast to him. I tunneled my hand into his thick hair and closed my eyes, letting the extreme pleasure flow in ribbons of ecstasy with every flick of his tongue.
Kyson moved to my other breast and gave that one as much time as the first until I was a gasping, throbbing mess of need.
“Please, Ky,” I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders while he sucked relentlessly at my nipples. My legs were restless, running up and down the sides of his, my center aching for something, anything, just more. More of him. More of whatever would feed this burn inside me.