She looked behind her, and the friend who sat on her porch waved with a huge grin on her face. Cayla turned back around and licked her lips, her cheeks now a pretty shade of red. It took everything inside of him not to groan at the sight. She took another step forward, and he forced himself to hold his ground. The scent of sweetness came from her, like cotton candy and sugar. It was an aroma that had his mouth watering, and the need to run his tongue over every inch of her tanned flesh just to see if she tasted the way she smelled.
“What is it?” He started to get a bit worried when it was clear she was nervous as hell. “Did something happen? Someone messing with you?” He clenched his fists at the thought of one of the little pricks around the neighborhood thinking they had some kind of claim on her. Of course he told himself he only felt this way because he was keeping his promise to Andre and that he cared about Cayla as he would a sister. But as he stared at her, he knew damn well that wasn’t why he felt like ripping a set of nuts off.
“No.” She shook her head, and all that thick, lustrous hair moved around her face. “Everything is good.” Kane could picture himself gripping the strands in his fist, pulling her head back, and possessing every part of her body. She looked down at her feet—feet with the hottest little red-painted toenails he had ever seen. Dammit, they matched the blush she had, and if that didn’t make it all the hotter. “I want you, Kane.”
And just like that everything else faded away until he had tunnel vision and could only see Cayla. The words had been spoken softly and slowly, as if she wasn’t sure exactly how to say them. Her straight white teeth pulled at her bottom lip, and if he wasn’t already hard as fuck for her right now, that sight would have had his dick bursting right through his jeans.
“W-what?” He sounded like a damn stuttering teenager, not something he was proud of, but her words had thrown him for a loop.
She stepped forward until he could look down and see the swells of her breasts gently rising over her shirt. “I said I want you, Kane.” She placed her hand on his chest, and a little, unintelligible sound left her.
This is wrong. Step away, and whatever you do, don’t give in to the fucking temptation.
“It’s just…” She stared into his eyes and licked her lips really slow, like she knew the sight of her doing that would break all of his willpower. “I leave for college at the end of the summer, and I don’t want to start my freshman year as a virgin.”
Oh, for everything fucking holy.
He ran a hand over his mouth, not knowing what to say or do in response. She took another step closer until her breasts pressed against his sweaty chest. No way was this happening.
“I want you to take my virginity, Kane. I’ve always wanted it to be you.”
He had no coherent words to respond with. Instead, he stepped away from her, letting her hand fall from his chest. Hurt crossed her face, and he felt like a bastard for being the one to make her look that way, but she had to know they could never—never—do something like that.
“Cayla…” How in the hell could he explain this so she understood? It wasn’t because of not wanting her, but because being with her would cause a fuck-load of problems. “I’m flattered,” and damn turned on, “but I can’t do that. Andre is like a brother to me.”
She looked away but not before he saw the way her cheeks turned even redder from her clear embarrassment.
“It’s not you, Cayla.” She slowly turned back to him, and the tinge of rouge was still on her face. Running a hand over his short hair he exhaled and knew that what he was about to say was not smart. “Listen. Fuck.” He turned around and stared down at his bike. “I want you, Cayla, worse than I’ve ever wanted another woman.”
He turned around again, and the clear surprise on her face warmed his heart. She had actually thought he didn’t want her? True, he had never outwardly acted as if he found her attractive, but he knew she looked in the mirror every day. The girl was gorgeous both inside and out. He did care about her, more than just as Andre’s little sister, but he hadn’t realized that he wanted a fuck-load more until this past summer. She had grown into a beautiful woman that had everything going for her—had everything Kane wanted, but couldn’t have.
“You’re beautiful and intelligent and so out of my league.” Just stop right now, Kane. All you’re doing is digging yourself a bigger hole.
“But you can’t be with me.”
He shook his head at her statement, confirming what both of them already knew, because it was the truth whether he wanted to accept it or not. She deserved so much more than someone like him. He slept with nameless women, ones that he never saw again. Being with Cayla and taking her virginity was something a dirty bastard like him didn’t deserve. He took a step toward her and cupped her cheek—a bad fucking move on his part. Her skin was so damn soft that all he could think about was having her lush little body beneath his.