“Sorry.” After only another minute he placed a bandage on her and moved around so he could face her. “Talk.”
His pushiness was boarding on extreme, but she didn’t correct him on the fact he was acting like some kind of alpha male laying down the law. She started from the beginning and ended when she saw him walking toward her. It really didn’t sound as bad as the situation looked, but Kane still had a perpetual scowl on his face.
“I should have just stayed home, but Holly wanted to go and I wasn’t going to let her go by herself.”
“Fuck, Cayla.”
Why was he exactly mad? He was acting like Andre. Of course it was too much to ask that he was this pissed off because he cared about her as more than just the little girl with glasses and braces that followed him around whenever he came to visit. No, he cared because he had watched her grow up and he thought she was hurt. That shouldn’t have made her feel disappointed, but instead grateful that he cared so much for her, even if it wasn’t the way she wanted.
“You shouldn’t have gone to a frat party to begin with. Those guys are nothing but horny assholes that are just looking to get laid by a girl who is inebriated.”
He stood and walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer and a soda for her. He popped the top for her and handed it over.
“Thanks, but you really are blowing this out of proportion. Besides, I don’t have any plans on going to another party for a while.” She took a drink of the lemon/lime pop and watched him over the edge of the can. “Thank you though for being concerned. I’m sure Andre asked you to watch out for me since you’ve been housesitting for your parents.”
It stung saying that, because she hoped she was wrong, but knew she wasn’t. Another bout of silence stretched on, and finally he spoke.
“Yeah, Andre did ask me to watch over you.”
And she thought her heart just broke a little more at the sound of those words. She didn’t want to hold his gaze, but it was as if she couldn’t force herself to look away.
“But that isn’t why I want to rip that guys balls off and shove them down his throat, Cayla.”
Her heart started to pound frantically in her chest. They were dark, angry, and disturbed words, but they were spoken with protectiveness and affection that Cayla could tell went beyond brotherly affection. She found herself holding her breath just as Kane leaned forward. The smell of his beer and the tangy scent of his cologne filled her nose and had her desperately needing him. The scent of alcohol should have disgusted her, especially after tonight, but it was a subtle scent that was mixed with his natural smell and nearly had her moaning. Cayla could be bold and close the gap of mere inches that separated them, but the thought of bringing her mouth to his and having yet another rejection by the man she was in love with wasn’t something she was willing to gamble with. They shared the same air and stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes were so dark that it seemed like his pupils swallowed his irises in inky blackness.
But then Kane surprised her and gripped the back of her neck and pulled her forward. At the first touch of his lips against hers she couldn’t hold back the moan that came forward. He slowly ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, silently asking permission to be let in. When she opened her mouth and allowed him entrance he slid his hand into her hair and wound the strands around his fist. He tilted her head back, plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth, and reminded her of what she wanted him to do between her thighs.
He broke the kiss and gasped out against her lips, “God dammit, Cayla.” Their breathing was identical: harsh and labored. “You taste so fucking good.” He took her mouth again, and she moaned, loving the sting of pain his fingers in her hair caused. “This is so fucking wrong,” she gasped when he dragged his teeth across the bottom of her lip. “But it feels so fucking good.”
In the next second he let go of her hair, took hold of her waist in both hands, and hauled her onto his lap. The dining room chairs didn’t have arms, so she straddled his waist easily. The hard length of his erection pressed against her pussy and an involuntary gasp left her. He felt so incredibly hard and big, but then again everything on Kane was huge. With his hands still on her hips, and his mouth still fused to hers, he pressed her down and onto his cock. The bump and grind of his hips rising up as he pressed her down on him, couldn’t mask the exquisite pleasure that shot through the center of her pussy and straight to her nipples. His kiss was feral and carnal, taking her to a whole other level that she didn’t know possible. She had never felt this possessed and consumed from just a kiss, but Kane was taking her there and further.