Her disloyal nipples tightened hopefully. She knew he was teasing her because of her earlier comment, but now she couldn't think of anything but being in his bed. Ella had no idea how tonight was going to play out, but she suddenly wasn't so opposed to Claire's naughty suggestion of one night of hot, anything-goes sex with Kyle.
He wasn't a stranger, but a man she knew and trusted and was still strongly attracted to. And most importantly, come the morning, there would be no unrealistic expectations of anything more.
Chapter Six
Kyle didn't expect it to be so difficult to try and sleep knowing that Ella was lying in the guest room right next to his. So damn close yet not nearly close enough. As he stared up at the ceiling, wide-awake¸ all he could think about was having her in his bed, moaning softly beneath him as he sank into her sweet, lush body to ease the ache of wanting her. And he was pretty sure he could have easily persuaded her to join him, considering the flirty innuendos she'd issued when they'd finally gotten back to his place once her car was taken care of for the night.
But while he'd bantered easily with her and engaged in her subtle-and adorable-come-ons, he'd ultimately resisted her and kept his hands to himself, one of the single most difficult things he'd ever done. Instead of taking her up on her no-strings offer to diffuse the sexual tension between them with a mutually satisfying fuck, he'd given her a comfortable shirt of his to wear to bed and sent her off to the guest room to sleep. The flash of disappointment he'd seen in her eyes had nearly destroyed his resolve to keep his hands off her.
He'd promised Ella he wouldn't take advantage of her or the situation, and he was trying to be an honorable kind of guy. But his unruly dick, which was currently tenting the sheet draped over his hips, was protesting his decision, big-time, and mocking him for being a fool and giving up a sure thing. And every time he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep, his brain taunted him with all the filthy things he'd like to do to Ella, and with her, given the chance.
Jesus, he was so fucked, and not in a good way.
Knowing he wasn't going to get any rest until he gave into his dick's demand to take the edge off, he pushed off the sheet, and since he slept naked, he wrapped his fingers around his stiff length. He closed his eyes to conjure up those dirty thoughts-his favorite being Ella on her knees sucking him off slow and deep-and just as he started to stroke, he heard the door next to his room click open, then the soft padding of footsteps on the wooden floor as Ella headed down the hallway.
His hand stilled as he listened, wanting to make sure that everything was okay with her. Five minutes passed, then ten, and when he didn't hear her return to her room, he decided to go and investigate. Luckily, his erection had subsided during the wait, and he got out of bed and pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs.
He found her in the dining room, standing in front of a window in the dark that overlooked Lake Shore Drive. The hem of the button-down T-shirt he'd given her to wear ended mid-thigh, and it looked damned good on her. He was pretty sure it would look even better in a heap on his bedroom floor, and her absolutely naked.
She seemed so lost in thought that he was extra-careful not to startle her as he came up beside her where the moon illuminated her pale skin and glossed over her silky dark hair. "Hey," he said softly. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling up at him after taking a few extra seconds to check out his bare chest. "I went into the kitchen for a drink of water and got distracted by the view and all the lights. Everything looks so small down there," she added with a laugh.
His condo was located fourteen stories up and, in this area, was considered a prime piece of real estate and a great investment. "That's why I bought the place. The view and privacy." His unit rose above Lake Michigan and Lake Shore Drive, and there was no other building nearby that directly faced his or obstructed his spectacular view.
"So you could walk around naked with all the curtains wide open and not worry about peeping Toms?" she teased.
"Among other things," he added with a wicked grin.
Those other things seemed to pulse between them, because he knew they were both thinking about how those windows could add a whole new and illicit dimension to fucking-providing the risk and excitement of exhibitionism but without the reality of getting caught. He could easily imagine pushing her naked body up against the cool glass while he slid into her from behind. His dick twitched, liking that idea a helluva whole lot.