Something About a Hot Guy

I kicked shut the door as I held her by the bottom.

She giggled. God, I loved the sound of that, her joy flooding the room, as blinding as the sun that poured in through the windows. “So sexy. Just like a romance novel.”

I nuzzled my entire face in her chest. “I’m about to show you a romance novel.”

“Oh, I hope so.”

The mood was light, the two of us finally free, no separation or worry left between us.

I carried her into her room and tossed her onto the middle of her bed. My girl bounced on the mattress, laughing and squirming and panting heavy, the girl staring up at me like she was looking at the sun.

Nerves racing fast, but trust in her eyes.

I was going to show her that she could.

I crawled over her tight little body that writhed, her hips jerking from the mattress in a bid to meet with mine.

My expression softened, adoration filling me full when I reached down and cupped the side of her face. “I love you, Kenna. Tell me you belong to me.”

She touched my face. “I’m yours, Kyle Love. From here to eternity. I’m right here . . . take me.”

Five

Kenna

My words echoed through the space between us. I was certain they were more assured than any word I’d ever whispered or written or imagined into existence.

I lay staring up at the man who hovered over me. That presence fierce and intense and unrelenting, his gaze deep and possessive and somehow tender.

Filled with an adoration I hadn’t understood before then.

Maybe it had been my insecurities. My fears. Or maybe my path had just been different. That I needed the time to grow and understand and accept who I really was and what I wanted.

And what I wanted was Kyle Love. I had always, but now, it was different.

I trembled with it.

My body a fault line getting ready to shatter.

He leaned down and kissed me.

Softly.

Lips sweet and full, an intoxicating drug that made me high, bliss filling my mind and teasing into my senses, his tongue a demand that pulsed desire through my veins.

Fear was there, too.

I realized that was okay.

It was a part of who I was. That as long a I didn’t allow it to steal my joy, that it didn’t take my choices, that I would accept that part of me.

Work with it.

Give pieces of it to him, knowing he would be there to help me hold them.

A big hand splayed across my face, and he tipped up my chin, taking the kiss even deeper as that muscled, lean, hard body brushed up against all my soft.

Just a tease.

My insides screamed.

A groan bled from between my lips, and I could feel him smiling against my mouth.

“Someone’s anxious,” Kyle murmured before he pulled back to look at me. My chest tightened as I stared up at the gorgeous man staring back at me. Dizziness swept through my mind, my equilibrium shot, everything buzzing and trembling as I teetered at the edge of the sublime.

The man had awakened every cell that had lain dormant.

Stoked a fire that had been waiting to be lit.

A hot blanket of shyness and want spread across my flesh.

Kyle watched it as if he were tracing the shape the blush painted, the man cherishing every second of me.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time,” I whispered, making sure he knew. That he understood that he had it all. Was taking it all. That I was willingly offering it to him.

He edged off the end of the bed and straightened to his full height. His magnificent chest bare, his abs ripped and hard and packed, his package pressing at the thin fabric of the sleep pants that hung low on his hips.

That blush spread like a wildfire, my inexperience rustling through my nerves, all of it amplified with this need that I’d never felt before.

A glow between my thighs that made me press my heels to the bed, shifting in anticipation, deprived for too long.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been waiting for this longer,” he rumbled in his sexy, confident way. “Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for my match. For the person I always knew was meant for me.”

His gaze swept over me where I was waiting for him on the bed.

And I didn’t feel self-conscious or small. I felt like the most beautiful creature that ever existed. No longer questioning that was the way he viewed me.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, voice low and eyes keen as he watched me carefully, though there was the hint of a smile threatening at his mouth.

Just looking at him had the man pinning one to mine, the twist of my lips soft and awed and devoted.

Because oh God, was he something to look at.

And he was mine.

“Yes,” I admitted, my chest heaving as I sat up a little, just wanting to be closer to him. “But I like the way it feels. The way it feels like I can’t breathe while I’m waiting. I can’t wait to be with you.”