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I can’t believe I thought of this place as a shack last night. It’s rustic and charming, and I sort of don’t want to leave now.
Beside the bed are two cabinets with lamps, and on one of them I see my phone plugged in, charging. Smiling softly to myself, I pad over to it. Kaiden really is sweet. He thought of everything. On my pillow is a pile of folded clothes, which must be mine, so I sort through the items. There’s a blood red ripped band tee, a new black lace matching underwear set in my size – which makes my cheeks heat for multiple reasons – and a pair of high waisted black leather trousers.
Holy shit. Leather pants. They’ll look amazing with my boots and jacket, but still…I can’t believe Saint went to this much trouble for me. There’s even a hair brush, a pack of bobbles, a women’s deodorant, and a brand new toothbrush, which might just make me weep with relief.
I can’t stand not brushing my teeth, especially after drinking and throwing up, and although I tried my best with my finger in the shower, it doesn’t compare to the real thing.
I quickly get dressed, noticing how everything fits like a glove, sliding my feet into my boots at the end and sorting out my hair so that it’s tied back off my face to dry. Pocketing my phone, I grab the toothbrush and head back to the bathroom, slipping past Kaiden who’s clearing away the breakfast things.Once my teeth are brushed with some toothpaste I found under the counter, I feel much more human.
Kaiden wolf whistles when I enter the main living space and grins at me from the sofa.
“You’re a dick,” I tell him with a laugh. He cups his junk and winks at me.
“A hard dick.”
“Gross.”
“Keep telling yourself that babygirl, you might believe it one day. Now, take your phone out of your back pocket.”
I do, then ask him why with a puzzled tilt of my brow.
“Because it was ruining my view.”
I throw the phone at him, but the fucker just catches it, laughing.
“Your ass looks like a damn peach in those pants. I’m tempted to take a bite out of it.”
“Don’t,” I warn. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem serious because he remains where he’s seated on the couch. He flips my phone over in his hands and then holds it out to me. When I go to take it, he grabs me, pulls me down onto his lap and kisses the shit out of me before I can even comprehend which way is up.
He’s intoxicating. I’m kissing him back before I even realise I’m ensnared in his embrace. There’s an ache building between my thighs that I desperately want him to relieve for me.
“Kaiden…” I warn him, breaking free from his lips but unable to escape the iron hold he has on my hips. Not that I try very hard.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. It’s the damn pants. You look so fucking hot. I want to run my tongue along this expanse of flesh here.” He sweeps an index finger over the spot where my cropped shirt and trouser waistband don’t quite meet, making me shudder. Fuck. It would be so easy to lose myself in Kaiden. We have such great chemistry together.
I tense.
I can’t.
Can I?
I mean, really, who would know? I think it’s safe to say at this point that Kaiden is pretty good at keeping secrets. And I know he wants to take this further. His erection is straining against his jeans and he’s making no effort to hide it.
I’m torn. I don’t want to get distracted…but at the same time, a distraction sounds like exactly what I need.
Father says I am a natural and he looked at me with his almost nice smile. He said he was proud.
I quite like shooting when it makes him happy.
I plan to practise so I can get better for the next time.
Decision made, I kiss him back.
His hands roam lightly over my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He knows exactly how to touch me to make my body hum with pleasure, and he hasn’t even slipped beneath my shirt. Yet. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me. His lips are hot and insistent on mine, his tongue taking possession of mine as I give in to temptation.
I moan into his mouth, unable to resist him any longer. The ache between my thighs is becoming unbearable, and I need him to touch me. I break free from his lips and stare into his eyes, silently pleading with him to touch me in the one place I really need him to.
The grin he gives me is wicked, and he lifts me off his lap, carrying me back to the bedroom. I wrap my legs around him, still kissing him deeply, and just give myself over to the inevitable.
