His eyes snapped open and I obviously said the wrong thing because he was glaring at me. “How was me fucking marking your skin, your fault? None of what happened last night was your fault.” He moved towards me so fast that I backed against the door, a small cry slipped from throat.
He was so close to me, my body shuddered in anticipation. “Jesus Christ you’re afraid of me. I fucking frighten you Lee.” He dropped his head, his body trembled. He looked down at his hand, his head bent.
I was afraid of him, but not for the reasons he thought. I could feel his regret, I wanted to comfort him. So I did. “I’m not afraid of you Kyle,” I whispered. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek with my good hand. He stiffened, then leaned his face into my touch, his body shuddering. I felt wetness on my fingers. “Look at me,” I demanded, pulling his chin up. He looked at me through glistened eyes.
Oh, god, he was crying.
“I am not afraid of you. Don’t torture yourself over something I caused."
“I shouldn’t…” He started.
“You did nothing, I slapped your face and you reacted in instinct. It was an accident.” I rubbed my thumb over his cheekbone; I was desperate to comfort him.
He straightened, leaning closer; he bent his head to my ear. “I promise you I will never hurt you again. That,” he said pointing to my wrist. “Will never happen to you again. Ever.”
I did not doubt the truth in his words, but I wasn’t sure what he meant, it will never happen again? I looked up at him. “Do you want me to leave?” I didn’t mean to be so blunt, but I needed to know where I stood and if I had a place to stay.
“What?” he asked surprised.
“Cam said you might not want me anymore.” I reddened, embarrassed by my verbal blunder. “I mean, you might not want me to stay here anymore.”
He sighed deeply, leaning down; he pressed his forehead against mine. “You can’t still want to stay here.” My heart sank. He wanted me gone. He was just too nice to say.
“Please Kyle,” I begged. “I have nowhere else to go. I can stay out of your way. I promise I won’t cause trouble for you and Rach…” I couldn’t say her name. “I’ll be invisible.”
I knew he hated desperate girls; he had told me that. And here I was; begging and desperate. I had no other option.
He groaned, his breath hitting my face like a drug. “That’s impossible,” he whispered.
Tears fell from my eyes and I nodded in gloomy acceptance. Kyle wanted me out of his life.
His hands cupped my face gently, forcing me to look at him. “There’s no fucking way you could EVER be invisible to me baby.”
He lifted my injured hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of my wrist softly. I gasped from the sweet gesture. His body pressed closer to mine and I could only watch in sweet anticipation as he lowered his head to mine.
Kyle’s lips found mine, kissing me softly. He ran his tongue against my lower lip and I opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue. Heat sizzled inside me, the room felt clouded with sexual tension. When I sucked on his tongue, his kiss changed from gentle to severe and hungry. My lips matched his with a desperation and hunger of my own. I pressed my body against his, urging him on. One of his hands clung to my hip, the other knotted in my hair.
Fireworks exploded inside me and I could barely contain myself as my body thrummed to his touch. I felt this strange swell of sensations building up inside me, my desire for him carrying me forward.
His hands moved over my body; my hips, my stomach, when they reached my breasts I cried out his name.
He ran his hands from my waist up to my arms. Pulling back, he looked at me for approval. I knew I shouldn’t let him touch me, he was another woman’s man; every other woman’s man, but I realized at that moment that I was in love with him. Oh god, how I’d fallen for him and I would take any piece of him I could. I nodded.
Kyle raised my arms above my head and then pulled my tank top off. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my breasts fell heavily when released. I was naked from the waist up, but my entire soul was bared to this man. My feelings for him were overwhelming and I shook in his arms.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Kyle whispered, as his conflicted gaze travelled from my breasts to my eyes.
I nodded my head eagerly. “Yes you should.”
He lowered his head and took my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He tugged the bud gently between his teeth.
“Yes…Please” I begged, my body thrashing against the door. He growled and grabbed my neck, kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him. I couldn’t feel the pain in my wrist now; my body was too consumed in raw pleasure.