Knowing I didn’t deserve her didn’t stop my body wanting her though and the images of her full breasts dripping with water, those perky rosebud nipples were haunting me. When I thought of lower down; her smooth stomach, curved hips, the small triangle of curls…Fuck.
I needed a drink.
Lee
Derek was standing in front of the stove stirring some concoction of his when I walked into the kitchen. He looked at me and stopped stirring and narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”
I blushed scarlet. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I fluttered around the room. I couldn’t stand still.
“Well, you’re all fidgety and you look as guilty as sin.”
I stopped moving around, went and sat in a chair. “Nothing I’m just bored,” I mumbled.
He could read me too well. I wondered what Derek would say if I told him I’d tried to seduce Kyle in the shower ten minutes ago? Probably laugh his ass off because it was so stupid. He studied me for a second before shaking his head and returning to stirring. I sighed in relief.
Cam barreled into the room seconds later. “Hey guys,” she squealed happily. Derek’s attention went straight to Cam, his eyes softened, his mouth curled into a gooey intimate smile.
A stab of jealousy spiked through me, I wanted a man to smile at me like that. Correction, I wanted Kyle to smile at me like that. “Why are you so happy?” I said a little too grouchy. I felt bad immediately. It wasn’t Cam’s fault she had a man whose eyes lit up when he saw her and smiled at her like she was the only girl in the world.
“Oh, whose glass is half empty today?” she joked, ruffling my hair. “I just organized a bash for Saturday,” she said gleefully.
I groaned internally.
“Another party Cam?” Kyle’s voice said from behind me. I tensed and lowered my head, debating on the quickest exit. I couldn’t run out though, Cam and Derek would think I’d lost my mind.
He strolled over to the sink and I tried to keep my eyes off his naked back, I really did. Why did he have to walk around half-naked? It was almost October and it was cold, although the temperature in my body peaked at the sight of him.
“Yes another party, old man,” Cam said in a sarcastic voice.
The chair beside me scraped and Kyle sat down. I didn’t have to look up to know it was him. My body was so aware of him; it sizzled when he was near. His scent engulfed my senses, fresh soap and maleness clouded my airways.
His hand touched my knee and I jerked my face up. Kyle was looking at me with a questioning expression. “Are you okay?” he mouthed.
I nodded.
He squeezed my knee and I couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to go do something,” I muttered. I got up and walked out of the room.
Chapter Eighteen
Kyle
Fucking Cam. Seriously, could she not go through one week without turning the house into a goddamn nightclub? I chugged the last of the beer in my bottle and chucked it in the trash.
I couldn’t do this tonight. I had plenty invitations for company, but the only place I wanted to be was upstairs in Lee’s room with her.
She never came downstairs when Cam was throwing a party and I was grateful for that. I didn’t want to get in a fight and I would get in several if Lee were here.
Dixon was notably absent tonight. Good, that fucker had stepped over the line. At least he had brains enough to realize it; Lee was off-limits. Her sexy lithe body, those hips…I knew I wasn’t the only guy who checked her out. It drove me stir crazy watching the customers at the hotel leer over her. I didn’t think I could handle it happening in my house. I would definitely lose it. She was too perfect for any of these douchebags.
I hadn’t seen Lee since she ran out of the kitchen the other morning. She was avoiding me again and it hurt like a bitch.
It was by some small miracle I’d escaped Rachel tonight. She’d attached herself to some poor bastard earlier and the last I had seen she’d been dragging him into Derek’s room.
I wandered through the house, not knowing where I was going until I was standing outside Lee’s bedroom door. I should turn around and leave, fuck off into my room and work out my frustrations with some lube, but I didn’t.
I knocked on her door instead. Maybe she was asleep. I hoped she was…
The door opened inwards and Lee stood before me, in nothing, but one of my t-shirts. “Kyle? What’s up? Are you okay?”
I groaned, taking in the cute sleepy look on her face, her curls were tousled and flowing freely down her back, the swell of her breasts in my shirt... Damn, she wasn’t wearing a bra again.
“Is that my shirt?” I asked, it was the only censored thing I could think of to say.