“Thanks, I’ll be sure to remember that,” I muttered. I needed to get out of here.
“You know I’m sorry right?” He was close, too close.
“You already said that,” I replied, taking a step away from him and closer to the door. I needed to keep some distance between Kyle and I. Cam was right; I didn’t want to get in the middle of his drama with Rachel. She was dangerous and I wasn’t strong.
He stared at me, his brows furrowed and I felt naked. It was disturbing how my body reacted to something as trivial as a look from Kyle, but I was on fire, burning up.
“We’re all gonna hit a club, you guys in?” I heard Derek call out.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, relieved to have an escape from Kyle and his penetrating stare.
Kyle
This was all I needed; Lee in a fucking dress and Dixon chasing after her like some lovesick puppy. Granted, it was one of those long dresses that girls wore during the summer, but I wanted to strangle Derek for his stupid fucking idea. I needed to go clubbing, like I needed a hole in the head. Why was she here? Lee didn’t do clubbing. Hell, she didn’t do house parties. Her being here was messing with my head and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way she moved her body on the dance floor.
“You have to get a handle on this man.”
I gave Derek my best death glare. “You don’t know what you’re talking about Derek.” It was his fucking fault.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he said quietly, “You’re infatuation with little Lee over there.” He pointed over to where she was being accosted by Dixon. “Dude, either walk away from her now or do something about it. Stop sitting on the fence like a fucking girl.”
Deciding on the latter, I stood up and made my way through the crowd until I was behind her. I glared at Dixon as I tugged Lee’s hips towards me. She staggered backwards against my chest and turned her neck.
“Kyle,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide, her lips tempting. I leaned down and nipped her neck. She made to turn towards me, but I stilled her.
“What are you doing?” she asked; her voice thick with desire. The hell if I knew. I had no idea what I was doing anymore. Fuck, I thought I was just warning Dixon off, but now I couldn’t move away.
I flattened my right hand against her stomach and used my left hand to tilt her chin up. I kissed her, softly at first, but Lee moaned into my mouth and I lost control. I turned her in my arms and pulled her roughly against me. Her hands slipped into my hair. Fuck, I loved it when she did that, her touch was so gentle. It was as if she was treasuring me.
Lee
Oh my god, Kyle was kissing me again. I knew I should pull back, but my heart disagreed. The lights were so dark in the club; I could barely see him, but I could smell him and oh god, I could feel him. I wanted him closer; I wanted to climb into him.
I tugged on his hair and he growled into my mouth, grinding himself against me. I could feel his throbbing erection digging into my belly. I wanted him badly. I needed him to take this further, because I wasn’t sure how to. Running my hand down his chest, I gripped his belt buckle, hoping he would get the hint. He did. He sank his teeth into my lip and tugged. It should have hurt, but I was too aroused to feel anything, but desire.
When he released my lip, he ran his tongue over it and I sagged against him. “Do you want me?” I asked, opening my eyes to look up at him.
His eyes were full of lust. He looked crazed with hungered desire. “I shouldn’t,” he whispered as he cupped my cheeks with his hands.
“You should,” I countered bravely, taking one of his hands and placing it on my breast. He shuddered and closed his eyes. I could feel his warm hand tremble as he muttered a string of curse words. His eyes flashed open suddenly and he jerked his hands away.
“Fuck,” he hissed, before stalking off, leaving me standing on the dance floor, watching him walk away from me, taking my heart with him.
Chapter Ten
Lee
Kyle was avoiding me. That much was obvious. It wasn’t the typical storming out of a room whenever he saw me kind of avoidance; he was too smooth for that. Instead, he chose to regard me with the whole ignorance is bliss theory.
I tried not to care. I was busy with work and rarely at home during the day anymore. I had Linda pile so many extra shifts on me at the hotel that I shouldn’t have had time to think about Kyle. I still did though, constantly. He wasn’t the type of man, a girl could forget.
He was polite to me at dinner, or it the others were around. That’s where it ended though. He never touched me or stood too close. He avoided sitting next to me and always excused himself from the room when we were left on our own, but the tension between Kyle and I was still there, simmering away beneath the surface. I pretended not to notice the looks he gave me when he thought I wasn’t looking, or the way his eyes followed me around the room. I tried not let him get to me, but couldn’t stop the shredded feeling inside of me.