“I didn’t say where I was going to kiss you.”
Her chest heaves, and she jerks away again, trying to collect herself. But her nipples are hard, and despite her protests, it’s obvious she likes the idea of it. I have no doubt she also wishes she could hate the idea of it. I tug my tee shirt up over my head and toss it aside.
“What are you doing?” Her voice comes out all froggy.
“I’m anticipating a torrential downpour.” I nod to her shorts. “Now it’s your turn.”
She hesitates again, and in that second, her eyes drift over my abs before she licks her lips and turns her head.
“You do it,” she orders.
“Take off your shorts?”
She nods as though she wishes a natural disaster would just take us both out right now.
I reclaim the distance between us, guiding her back until she’s flat against the wall. She watches me carefully as I slip my fingers into her waistband and tug down the shorts and her panties at the same time.
“If anyone hears about this, I’ll murder you,” she threatens.
“Funny coming from you.” My palms skate up the inside of her thighs, widening her stance.
When I kneel in front of her, she tilts her head back against the wall and holds perfectly still as I inhale her sex with a groan. Just as I suspected. Wet little liar. Kail makes a sound in her throat, her fingers digging into my hair as I dip my head forward. I kiss her just like I promised, and she whimpers.
“I forgot to mention I wanted to French kiss you,” I tell her.
She arches into me as my tongue lashes against her. And when I do it again, her knees nearly buckle.
“That isn’t horrible,” she rasps.
“I wasn’t asking for your approval.” I dive between her legs again, tasting her like I’ve wanted to since she showed up on my doorstep with that stupid plate of fruit. Fucking pineapples, for fuck’s sake.
She’s a nightmare. This girl could ruin me, and a part of me wonders if she still will. She could still go to the media. She could tell them whatever she wants, and they would print it. But would she?
I watch her as my tongue slips inside her. She’s gripping my hair so hard it stings in the best way. My fingers are branded into her ass as I hold her exactly where I want her. Her eyes are closed, and she’s so pretty it hurts sometimes, but especially like this.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but Kail isn’t complaining as she squirms against my face. She’s biting her lip now, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to rip from her throat. I’m not gonna lie. A part of me considered being a dick. I could bring her to the edge just to leave her hanging there. I want her to understand how she makes me feel. But punishing her is the last thing on my mind when she’s touching me like she never wants to let me go.
“God, this is so wrong,” she whines.
When I pause, she shakes her head, her grip on me tightening. “No, don’t stop.”
“Then don’t tell me it’s wrong,” I growl.
She whimpers when I hoist her body up, using the wall for leverage against her back as I toss her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy is in front of my face, my new favorite all-night diner. I eat her like a prisoner’s last meal on death row.
Her toes curl against my back as every muscle in her body contracts. Her chest is heaving, hair spilling around her shoulders as she makes the sweetest sounds of surrender. It’s too late to fuck with her, but the worst part is, I don’t even want to anymore. She comes for me without inhibition, her breath hissing between her teeth, and her nipples scraping against her tank top. I’m still lapping at her sweetness when she shudders and begs me for mercy.
“Too much.” She jerks breathlessly. “Too much.”
I take one last deep hit of her before I ease her off my shoulders and set her upright again. When I reach down and adjust my dick in my pants, she watches me, her eyes glazed as her pulse thrashes in her neck. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to figure out how she can ruin this moment because it’s way too vulnerable for her. Though a part of me hopes she won’t. A fucked-up part deep inside me wants her to want me for real. I feel like Kail is the only one who really could. I want to go back to that summer when she didn’t know who I was, and I never had to question her motives. Everything was so simple then. But now there’s a new determination in her eyes. She’s already reconstructing me as the monster she swears I am.