"What is wrong with you?" Kya asked. "Is that her? By all means, answer it. I'll get out of your way."
I pushed against the door, giving Kya no choice, but to retreat to the opposite end of the balcony. There was no other door.
"Hello, Sis? Yeah, thanks. Yeah, I'm in a good mood, but you'll never guess. You were right. About Kya. Yeah, that's exactly what she thought." I said. I held out the phone. "Dana Maria wants to talk to you."
"What?" Kya asked. She gave the railing a wild look. "Why would I want to talk to her?"
"Because she's my sister. My sister came over that morning and you met her at the door," I said. My phone beeped and I looked at the screen and laughed. "Here, she's sent a pic of her holding out her driver's license."
Kya crept towards me and glanced at the phone. "And, her middle finger," she said.
"That's my sister!" I tried to stop laughing, but it erupted out of me again as I hung up on Dana Maria.
"It's not funny," Kya said. She crossed her arms tight over her chest. "I thought, I mean, you know what I thought."
"Well, now that you know, what are you thinking?"
Kya covered her face with her hands. "I'm thinking that I screwed everything up by going out with Jackson. It really was just to sign him. I mean, he wanted a real date and I was mad but, well, you were there. Nothing happened."
"Yeah," I said. "I was there. And, I forgot to tell you thanks for not letting me get Tasered." I pulled her hands from her face and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Business or not, you're there when I need you."
"And, how about now?" Kya asked.
I tipped her sweet lips to mine. "I need you now more than ever."
CHAPTER THIRTY
Kya
I could not stop a tear from sliding down my cheek. The fight, the party, the misunderstanding – it was scarier than the roller coaster that hung off the roof of the Stratosphere. Fenton brushed the tear away and leaned down to kiss me.
The soft murmur of his lips against mine erased the past few days and my body leaped at the close memory of his touch.
"No dancers, no golfers, just us," Fenton said.
"No reality stars, either?" I asked.
He pulled back and shook his head. "God no. She was most definitely just using me for her personal gain."
"You don't think that's what I was doing?" I asked. "I mean, of course, the contract is good for me, too, it's just that–"
He cut me off with a searing kiss that warmed me more than the brightening sunlight. I leaned against his hard body and gave into the explorations of his lips and tongue. Desire lapped against my body, crashing like waves against the rocks when his teeth nipped at my lips.
"Aren't you sore?" I asked. "I don't want to hurt you."
"How come," he asked in between feather light kisses, "you are the only one that has ever asked me that?"
"I don't want to hurt you," I said again.
"Then, you won't." He took my hand and led me inside. The master bedroom shared the same view as the balcony and the sunlight was just reaching the edges of the king-sized bed when he laid me down on top of the covers.
I shifted, rolling so he was underneath me, and paused to run my hands along his hard arms. I marveled at the contours of his muscles, the cut and flex of his arms. Fenton laid his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes in ecstasy. I continued my light caresses of his taut body, unbuttoning his shirt and letting my lips drift down his chest to the ridges of his stomach.
I tested his abs with my teeth and he sucked in his breath. It came out in a ragged sigh as I kissed my way along the waistband of his pants. Before I could continue my explorations, his hands locked on my arms and pulled me up to his lips for another melting kiss.
Lying on top of him, I could feel the solid ridge of his desire. I eased myself over it and rubbed, teasing us both. His hands were under my dress, slipping down my panties, and then loosening the buttons of his pants. I sat up and pulled my dress off over my head.
Fenton sat up to meet me, his hot kisses dropping from my lips to my breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipples. I raised my hips up, lifting my breasts higher, aching for his kisses. He pulled one nipple into his mouth and tugged until I moaned at the sweet jolts it sent through my body. His hands circled my waist and guided me over him. I answered his nudge against my melting heat by widening my knees and sliding slowly down over him.