Sweet Jesus. “Kyle?” I squealed, moving his hand from my mouth. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. What the hell are you doing in here?”
He laughed quietly, “Uh, showering.” Oh, hell no, he did not steal my hot water.
“No, I’m showering. Get the hell out of here.” My voice was gruff, probably because I was more turned on than angry.
“No can do,” he chuckled. “I was here first, but I’m not selfish, I can share.”
He was joking, or at least I thought he was. It was so much easier for him, he saw us only as friends. He wasn’t aware of my feelings or my raging hormones, focused on him, always him.
“Kyle, Get. Out. Now” I growled and he laughed, the jerk laughed at me. With my back to him, I tried to push him out with my butt.
His arms came around me, his fingers splayed across my stomach, dangerously low. “Play nice baby.”
Play nice? Baby? I was about to self-combust in here. “Close your eyes.”
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled. Oh, he was going to play this game with me? Fine two could play at that.
Covering my eyes with my hand, I drew up all my courage and turned in his arms to face him. “Pass the soap, please?” I asked holding out my other hand, palm up. If he was comfortable in his nudity then dammit I could be too, or at least pretend to be. I heard him suck in a gasp.
“Don’t you dare peek Kyle Carter,” I warned. He didn’t answer. No soap appeared either.
I peeked through a gap in my fingers. Kyle’s eyes were glued to my body. I whimpered covering my breasts with my hands. This was too much; my skin tingled, my breath quickened.
Kyle backed up a step. He was directly under the showerhead now and water was trickling down his face. He tilted his head to the side.
I sucked in a sharp breath. There was a hungered glint to his eyes as they raked over every inch of my body. The blue of his eyes was barely visible; smothered by the blackness of his dilated pupils. His jaw strained.
Heat pooled between my legs. I needed him to touch me… It was now or never. Every intimate moment we shared, every longing, every urge I felt for him boiled into this moment. I dropped my hands to my sides, exposing myself to him.
Kyle’s eyes darted to my face. He looked conflicted. I stood still, waiting to see what he would do. His bit his bottom lip, his tongue snaking out to lick over it and stepped towards me.
Taking my hands, he wrapped them around his neck. I shivered, my heart thundered inside my chest. I stepped towards him and closed the space between our naked bodies.
Our eyes locked.
Kyle wrapped his arms around my back. He lowered his face and I raised my lips to meet his. This was it, the moment I had been praying for since the last time he kissed me.
There was tenderness in his kiss, I never thought him capable. This kiss held none of the raging intensity of our other kisses. It felt like he was savoring me.
Four months of intense desire for him surged through me. I flung myself into his arms, knotting my fingers in his hair. Our wet bodies collided, slipping and sliding against each other. His back hit the wall behind him. His hands dropped to my waist and I pressed my breasts against his stomach, urging him on.
I could feel his strong heartbeat thundering against my chest. His mouth opened in a gasp and I slipped my tongue inside. I felt his hardness against my belly and my body shivered with desire. I felt his want, thrilled that he felt more for me than friendship. I wanted more than this tenderness.
I wanted it all.
He was trembling, but his hands stayed on my waist unmoving. I whimpered into his mouth, pressing against him harder; he didn’t move.
Rejection coursed through me and I tore my mouth away. He didn’t want me… Panting for air I practically threw myself out of the shower.
I wrapped my dressing gown around myself and ran out of the bathroom. I heard him swear loudly from my bedroom door, before I slipped inside.
Kyle
I let her leave. Shit. What the hell was wrong with me? I stood under the water, which now frigid, but I couldn’t move, I was still as hard as a rock. Lee had handed herself to me on a soapy naked platter and I’d froze up like some virgin teenager. “Fuck.” I smacked my fist on the tiles. “Goddammit.”
I flicked off the water and climbed out. Wrapping a towel around my waist I tried to get the mental image of her naked body out of my mind, im-fucking-possible.
The look of desire on her face, her eyes full of trust would be branded in my memories for the rest of my life. That face was the reason I kissed her; those eyes the reason I stopped. I didn’t deserve her trust, I couldn’t give her what she deserved and Lee deserved a hell of a lot better than me.