“Umm... I’ll be... ah. Sorry.” I was sure he could fill in the blanks as I dashed toward the bathroom.
When I returned to the table, my chair was back upright, and the mess on the floor had been cleaned away. The only sign of anything amiss was a pile of soggy napkins on the far corner of the table..
As if the day couldn’t get any worse and more awkward, Kane’s clear brown eyes zeroed in on my crotch as I approached.
“Yeah. It’s not a good look. I’m going to have to go home and change.” I could see he was biting back a smile.
“No. It’s okay... I mean, it’s not that bad.”
“You don’t need to lie. Clearly it looks like I lost control of my bladder.” He was fighting to contain his laughter. I’d managed to blot away some of the moisture, but short of taking off my jeans in the bathroom, and holding them under the hand dryer forever, there was no disguising the damp patch.
“Yeah, it does a little. Sorry.” At that point, he lost control of his chuckles
“Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. Of the two of us, I’m clearly the klutz, not you.”
“I meant for laughing.”
“No need to be sorry about that, either. I’d be laughing too, if I didn’t feel so wretched.” In fact, if I hadn’t had such a shitshow of a morning, it was totally something I’d find funny. “Either way, I’ll see you around. Thanks so much for the coffee—even though I’m wearing most of it—and for putting my stuff aside so it didn’t get ruined.” I motioned with my chin to my laptop and phone which had been placed neatly on an adjacent chair, presumably to keep them out of the line of fire of drips and splashes.
“Of course. No problem. And hey, maybe we don’t have to call it a day here. I can walk you home, if you live on campus. Or my car is parked not far away, I can drop you back, so you don’t have to do the walk of shame. Not shame. Bad choice of words, but you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do, and it’s okay, I agree, it is pretty shameful walking around with stained jeans on, like I can’t hold my pee.” As much as I didn’t really want to accept his offer for a number of reasons, at that point in time, they were all outweighed by the thought of the humiliation of getting home on public transportation looking like I was incontinent. “Thank you. A ride would be great—I’d rather not catch mass transit like this.”
“Okay, great. We will have to walk a little to get to the parking lot, but here—” Before I registered what he was doing, he’d pulled his sweatshirt off and was handing it to me, but not too quickly for me to notice his rock-hard abs as his t-shirt rose with the sweatshirt when he pulled it over his head.
He was built, which wasn’t a surprise. It was obvious even through his sweater. What was a surprise was the fact that I was interested to see more of what was beneath his clothes. It was the first time in a long time that I’d thought about a guy in those terms. “Take this. If you tie it around your waist, nobody needs to know.”
“Thank you. You’re a life-saver.” I really was grateful for his help.
“Don’t mention it, it’s my pleasure.” The sexy smirk on his face as he delivered those last words took my feelings for him from interest to desire.
Chapter 6
Kane
We’d driven to Rose’s apartment in near silence, and not the good “we’re so relaxed in each other’s company we don’t need to speak” kind. Definitely more the awkward forced proximity with a near-stranger kind.
I was quiet partly because my mind was racing, thinking about the way things were going. The fact was, I couldn’t have planned it better unless I’d thrown the coffee into her lap myself.
We pulled up outside her apartment building, and I got out of the car and jogged around the front to open her door. She got out, and the silence deepened between us again.
“Thanks for the ride. I’m going to take a quick shower, then head back to classes. I’ll see y—”
Why the hell had she mentioned the shower? My mind went straight to visions of her naked, dripping wet, and covered in soapy bubbles. I moved forward quickly, crashing my lips hard into hers at the same time as I grabbed her hip and pulled her into my body. I swallowed her surprised squeal and forced my knee between her legs, moving it upward so that it pressed firmly against her pussy.
Despite her obvious initial shock, she kissed me back instantly, easily matching my ferocity. There was nothing slow or gentle about the way we devoured each other. We bit, sucked and licked one another like the world was ending, and we couldn’t get enough. She ground herself so hard against my knee, I was sure the pattern of the stiches on the seam of her jeans would be imprinted on my skin, and I was totally down for that.
As time stretched on between us, both limitless and scarce, I drank in everything about her and the situation, as though uploading it to the memory chip of my mind. I wanted to recall every detail.
Rose was the first to come to her senses and put the brakes on, eventually wrenching her lips from mine, and shoving at my chest with both hands. It took a few moments for the message to reach my brain, but when it did, I pulled back, eyeing her questioningly through heavily lidded eyes.
“We can’t do this here.” I begged to differ. The fact was, had she not dragged us back from the brink, I would have screwed her on the hood of the car in broad daylight, with zero fucks given. “Come inside?” From the tone of her voice, I wasn’t quite sure if she was asking, or telling. Not that I really cared all that much—the outcome was the same, either way.
I licked my lips and smirked lasciviously at the double entendre that I was pretty sure was unintentional. My hunch was confirmed when a rash of deep red spread from her chest up to her face, as she no doubt realized what she’d said. “Into my apartment. I mean. Come into my apartment.”
My smile broadened to a wolfish grin. “You had me at ‘come.’”
A hesitant look momentarily flashed across her face, but was gone almost as quickly as it had arrived. She turned on her heel and walked toward the shabby entrance of the building, without turning back.
When she reached her front door and put the key into the lock, I took advantage of the pause to trap her again, this time thrusting my hard-on against her ass, rotating my hips slowly while I reached around to the front of her body and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard as I drew her body back against mine.
Rose faltered with the key hovering in the lock. I lowered my lips to the nape of her neck, sucking it viciously before speaking into her ear, my voice a low, harsh growl. “Open up. When we get inside we’re going to take that shower you mentioned, and I’m going to fuck you so hard, and so long, that when I walk out through this door, I’ll take a piece of your soul with me.”
Her body bristled, but she continued opening the door in silence. Once we were over the threshold, and I’d kicked it closed behind us, she turned to me, shrugging apologetically.
“It’s not much, but—”
“I don’t give a flying fuck. The only thing I care about is delivering on the promise I just made.” I didn’t even look around the room to verify what she’d said. My focus was laser-sharp, and she was the sole target in my sights. I tore my t-shirt off over my head as I closed the gap between us in a few hurried strides. When I reached her, I divested her of her top equally hurriedly.