Princess? What a jerk. “My name is Lee. I would appreciate it if you addressed me by my Christian name,” I growled through gritted teeth.
My anger only made Kyle laugh more. “Princess it is then.” Another nickname, that was just lovely. What was it with the guys here?
He ran his hand carelessly through his dark hair. It looked amazing, tousled in such a sexy way. Good grief, was happening to me? I was drooling over a man who obviously seemed to enjoy tormenting me. “How well do you know Cam?” I snapped, partially because I wanted to change the subject, but mostly because I was desperate to know if he had been one of Cam’s flings.
His mood changed quickly, from mischievous to cool. “Careful princess, keep talking like that and I’m gonna think you’re jealous and there’s nothing worse than desperation in a woman.”
“Desperate?” I could think of things a lot worse, like my foot up his butt. I was appalled at his accusation. “You’re the one who kissed me last night and then took a completely different girl into your bed with you.”
He grinned widely; his dimple deepened.
What a dog.
His eyes darkened as he prowled towards me. Standing in front of me, I felt tiny. He was at least six feet two if not more. At five’ two” I was a midget compared to him. “And you enjoyed every second of me kissing you, didn’t you princess? Are you upset I didn’t take you to into my bed?” He stroked the space between my breasts with his finger. “Because I can render that right now.”
I gaped at him, backing up closer to the table. “My God you are in love with yourself.” I laughed humorlessly. “Believe me Kyle, not every girl in the world wants to fall into bed with you. I happen to have more respect for myself than to crawl into a bed that was occupied a few hours ago.” I couldn’t believe I was saying all of this, but his cockiness irritated me and if I was honest, turned me on.
Stepping further into my personal space, he snuck out a hand and brushed a piece of my hair back from my face. I wobbled and leaned against the table for support. “You sure about that princess?” His fingers trailed from my temple to my chin causing my body to shiver. “Because your body seems to disagree.” He tipped my chin up toward him. His blue eyes pierced through me and my eyes fluttered closed, my lips parted. I felt his lips touch against mine ever so gently, but he wasn’t kissing me; he was challenging me…
My heart rate spiked and my breath quickened. He ran his tongue across my lower lip and I caved. I pressed my lips hard against his, wanting him to feel as disturbed by me as I was by him. Kyle’s tongue slipped into my mouth and I groaned in unfamiliar pleasure. My hands snaked around his neck as he hoisted me onto the table. Spreading my legs, he grabbed my hips and pulled me roughly against him. Kyle’s lips moved to my neck and I was lost in the moment pressed against his hard chest of muscle.
The sound of him chuckling brought me down to earth with a bang. I gasped and pushed him away from me disgusted with myself for my weakness. What was wrong with me?
He rubbed his lower lip with his thumb and smirked. “You keep telling yourself you don’t want me princess, see how long that lasts.”
He moved to the door and I felt like throwing something. “I wouldn’t sleep with you if you… If you… I just wouldn’t okay,” I shouted, but that made him laugh louder as he sauntered to the door.
Pausing at the door, he turned and grinned. “I always change my sheet's princess. Just thought you should know that for when you crawl into my bed.”
Kyle
Christ, she was a curvy ball of temptation. I’d nearly lost it when I saw her barefoot in my kitchen. Her peachy ass looked damn fine in those pajama shorts. I couldn’t wait for her to give in. It would only be a matter of time. I could feel her want when I had my tongue down her throat; her hard nipples pressing against me, her wanton moaning and groaning,
I had to have her.
“Dude, you want me to deal you in?” Derek asked as soon as I walked into the living room. Derek, Cam, Mo and Dixon sat in a circle around our coffee table playing poker. I usually played, but tonight I couldn’t focus and a man needed to be on form when playing with Cam. That little shark could fleece the best of them.
Shaking my head I plopped down on the couch and began flicking through the channels, but my head wasn’t in it. It was upstairs in Lee’s room imagining her undressing…Fuck.
I shifted, arranging myself against my jeans. Jesus, she was going to be bad for my health.
Cam looked up from her cards and eyed me suspiciously. “Well, well, well, aren’t you grinning like the cat that got the cream?” I hadn’t realized I was grinning. I shrugged uncomfortably. I was pleased with myself. I had felt guilty over the way I treated her last night and strangely off-kilter, but after her little princess tantrum in the kitchen, I was more amused than anything. The nickname was staying.