Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

I remained silent, noticing the deep etch of confusion across his face.

“No.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Okay? No. We were off again and on again for a long time, but…”

“But…?”

“But we’re off,” he maintained. “Have been for a long time.”

“But you still screw around with each other, right?”

He averted his eyes, looking uncomfortable as an embarrassed smile peeked out.

“Kai?” I pressed.

And he shrugged, looking apologetic. “The devil I know is better than the devil I don’t, okay?”

Whatever. She couldn’t be all bad if he still liked sleeping with her. It was just more convenient to bank on a sure thing than to do the work to seduce someone new.

Typical.

“Look.” He took my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I would never have tried anything with you in the Bell Tower if I had a girlfriend. She’s seeing other guys. We are not together.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

I darted around him to try to climb my way up the wall, but he grabbed the back of my jeans and yanked me back into his body, searing my ear with his hot breath. “I like you more.”

My lids felt heavy all of a sudden, and tingles spread over my body. But I forced myself to stay angry. “Like I care,” I said. “If I weren’t here, you’d be ‘liking’ her a lot in the backseat of your car right now?”

He laughed in my ear. “You’re so mean.” And then he quieted, his voice turning soft and sincere as he turned me around to face him. “I really like you, though.”

I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? For some reason, though, it was really nice to hear. Kai was nice.

“Let me touch you,” he whispered, holding my eyes and pulling me in.

I saw him come in, and I slowly dropped my head back to give him access to my neck. His lips touched my skin, and my eyelids fluttered. He was the best feeling in the world.

“I don’t want to go on dates,” I told him, laying it down straight. “I don’t like a lot of people.”

I felt him smile against my skin as he continued his path. “Me neither. How about you, me, and Netflix?”

Hell, yeah. “And no one can know I’m messing around with a pansy-ass rich boy, okay? I’d lose my street cred.”

He snorted, shaking with laughter. “Hey, it’s not the label on the jeans but what’s inside that matters.” And he hefted me up, gripping my ass and pressing me to him.

I moaned, feeling the heat between us. Yeah, okay, smart ass.

Leaning in, I parted my lips, and he dived in, capturing them. I groaned into his mouth. Oh, my God. The warmth, the taste…. He was slow but strong and deep, and I melted into him, following his lead and sucking and nibbling.

My entire body was alive, an electric current spreading from my lips down the rest of me, and I wanted him to kiss me everywhere.

“Where do you come from, Banks?” he whispered, biting my lip. “Why do you live with the Torrance’s?”

I held the side of his face, pulling my lips away but touching my forehead to his. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to be me tonight, okay?” I pulled back, giving him a small smile and challenging him. “We’re in the confessional, and no one can see us. Let’s just run and not look back tonight.”

His eyes lightened up, and he caressed my face.

“Hell, yes,” he answered. “On one condition.”

He put me back on my feet and reached into his jeans, and I looked down between our bodies, watching as he pulled out some kind of card.