Damn it.
I hated that he was right.
“I saw the look in your eye when Amanda came over to me and basically tossed you out of the way. If looks could kill, she’d be six feet under.” He brushed his lips over my cheek, dipping his head further so his lips ghosted my jaw.
Don’t give in, Ivy.
“It was rude of her.”
“It was rude of her,” he agreed on a murmur, bringing his lips to my earlobe. “But I know you want me, Ivy. Protesting will do nothing but delay the inevitable.”
“And what, exactly, is the inevitable?”
“You’re so thorough with your protests.” He kissed my jaw.
I swallowed, clenching my fists against my jeans and pinching the material. “Your argument was poorly explained. A lack of substance.”
“The inevitable is you realizing your protests are futile. Giving in. Letting me kiss you. Touch you. Explore your entire body with my mouth until you’re writhing and moaning and coming all over my tongue.”
Mother of God.
“Until you’re wrapped around me so tightly that you’re begging me to fuck you into next week. And I will. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name. My name. The day of the week. The month, maybe even the year.” He brought his lips back to hover over mine. “Is that a well-explained argument for why you should give in and let me fuck you until your bed breaks?”
“First, if my bed breaks, you’re buying me a new one.”
“That’s fine. You can share mine until it arrives.”
I peered up and met his eyes, fighting back a smile. “Second, it’s a one-time thing.”
“You just said you don’t do one-night stands.”
“I don’t do my neighbors either, but here I am, about to do my neighbor.”
“Does that mean I won this round?”
“It means you need to shut the fuck up and make good on every single thing you just said, or you’ll be sorry.”
“You’re so feisty,” he said, running his hands up my arms until he was cupping my face. “I like that.”
“Is that the tequila again?”
“Is your tequila the one making this decision?”
“Oh, stop talking, Kai.” I grabbed his collar and pulled him down until our lips met. It was a little awkward given that his hands were on my face, but he swiftly adjusted them until they were cupping my neck instead, holding my lips against his.
The taste of tequila was rich on his lips, and I melted into him as warmth shot through my body. His lips were soft, but the kiss was firm, and it lit all my nerve endings on fire. Kai’s body was hard and hot against mine, and I wound my fingers into his shirt.
He dragged my lower lip between his teeth. A shiver wracked my body right as he broke contact only to kiss me once more.
It was intoxicating, being kissed by him. Like twenty shots of tequila all hitting at the same time, making the world spin uncontrollably and headily around you.
I could barely focus on a thing as he flicked his tongue against mine, begging to deepen the kiss. My fingers flexed as I let him in, letting him kiss me harder and deeper. Kai moved his hands so one was wrapped around the back of my neck and the other was traveling down my body, exploring every inch of my side until he grabbed my ass and pulled me right against him.
His burgeoning cock pressed against my stomach, and I clenched my thighs together. Desire was spreading through my body at lightning speed, and I felt everything from the goosebumps that prickled my arms to the throbbing of my clit.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him just as thoroughly as he was kissing me. He slid his other hand down my body to cup my ass and, with his leg, eased my thighs apart until he was standing between them.
He kissed me hungrily for what felt like an hour, nipping and licking at my lips, desperately gripping my ass until it almost hurt.
In a good way.
I didn’t know anything could hurt in a good way until now—like little sparks of pleasure mixed with borderline pain shooting across my skin.
Kai pulled back, releasing me quickly. In the time it took me to blink, he crossed his arms at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it to the side.
Holy shit, he was the hottest thing this side of the Atlantic.
He was tanned, thanks to all his time outside as a builder, and I suspected his muscles were thanks to that, too. He wasn’t ripped like a superstar athlete, but if he lay on his back, there would be no issue slurping tequila out of the ridges of his abs, let me say that.
He smirked. “Like what you see?”
Looking him in the eye, I said, “No.”
He laughed and pulled me against him again. This kiss was sloppier than the last, but no less desperate. He reached down and tugged up my shirt, making us pause for the split second it took for him to tear it over my head.
His gaze roamed hungrily over the black lace bra that cupped my breasts, and he slid his hands up my side to do the same with his hands. A low noise hummed from his chest, and he kissed me before I could ask him what the hell it was.
He didn’t care.
Neither did I, not really.
His lips found mine once again. It didn’t last long before he was kissing my jaw and using one hand to wind into my hair and pull my head back. Exposing the curve of my neck to him, he dragged his lips down the sensitive skin, and his hot exhale on my pulse point made me shiver.
It took everything in me to control my breathing, but I feared I was fighting a losing battle. Every part of my body was already tingling, from the hairs at the base of my skull to the clenching of my thighs as need built between my legs.
Kai kept kissing me until his mouth reached the curve of my breasts. He deftly undid the clasp between them and slid his hands over them as my bra fell away. I reached up and slid the straps off one by one as he continued exploring me with his mouth.
His tongue took the place of one of his hands, flicking over my nipple, and I gasped. My bra dropped to the floor next to me as he palmed my left breast and used his mouth on the other.
I was so, so blaming all this on the tequila.
He switched, moving his mouth to my left one. It didn’t take him long before he dropped to his knees, slowly dragging his lips down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans.
Just like that, he undid the button.
The zipper swiftly followed, and before my brain had caught up to what he was doing, I was standing completely naked in front of him.
A blush rose up my cheeks, and Kai smirked.
“Get on the counter.”
“What?”
“Ivy, if you don’t get on the counter and sit with your legs open, I’m going to make you.”
“Why do I need to get on the counter?”
“So I can put my head between your legs and make you come in my mouth.”
Oh, boy.
I gripped the edge of the counter and hauled myself onto it. Opening my legs was another matter—he was standing right there, staring at me, just waiting for me to do it.
But I couldn’t.
“Ivy.” My name was a low rumble on his tongue.
When I didn’t move, he did. He grabbed my knees and swung them outward, opening my legs whether I liked it or not. His lips found mine hungrily, and he kissed me deeply as he slid his hands up my thighs until they reached the top and his thumbs were perilously close to my pussy.