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“Romeo?” she whispered.
“Yes, Myla. Open your eyes for me, I need to know you’re okay,”
Forcefully she pushed her eyes open as best as she could and tried hard to focus on the man stood in front of her, the man who was making her groin pulse and throb like a jack hammer. She smiled widely when his handsome face swam into some form of drunken focus.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a look of concern.
“I am now that you’re here.”
Snatching her hand from his she balled it into his jacket and unsteadily pulled him closer. “Kiss me,” she ordered.
He pulled back slightly and looked around before turning his attentions back to her. “None of your family or friends are around, Myla. We don’t need to act.”
“I’m not acting, Kai. Please don’t make me beg, just kiss me.”
He let out a low hiss as he brought his free hand up to her cheek and brushed his fingertips down it, letting them trail down the side of her elongated neck and stopping at the swell of her breasts. He watched her close her eyes and part her lips slightly. “Please,” she pleaded.
Shit! God, damn it, why did she have to be drunk? Don’t do it Kai, not like this. “Myla, you’re drunk, I’m not kissing you while you’re like this,” he ground out.
Fluttering her heavy lids open slightly, she hooked her hand into the top of his trousers and tugged him a little closer. “Why? Don’t you want to kiss me?”
Are you insane? It’s all I can think about. “Juliet, I’d
love nothing more than to take that mouth of yours right now, but I’m not taking advantage of you,” he panted, desperately trying not to give into her demands in her drunken state. He let out a deep growl when she raked her nails, firmly, down over his chest and down towards his groin. Instantly he jumped back from her and clamped his hands over her wrists. “No, Myla. You’ll regret this when you’re sober,” he warned. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her bosom up even further and smirked.
“Hey guys, we’re catching a cab to Vogue’s Bar, are you two coming?” Jack asked coming to a standstill next to Kai with Grace hanging from his neck.
“Yes,” stated Myla with a nod and a laugh. She pushed herself from the wall, then fell back against it again.
“No dude. Myla has had enough for one night, you go, I’ll take her home,” he replied and shook hands with Jack.
Myla snorted loudly causing everyone to look her way. “He’s taking me home and shagging me until I can no longer walk,” she said aloud. Kai’s jaw instantly dropped and he felt his dick twitching in his trousers at her dirty mouth. Bollocks, that sounded erotic.
“Crap, did I say that aloud?” Myla asked clamping a hand over her mouth, she snickered, “Oops.”
“Well, whatever you’re doing, have fun,” Grace replied before she slid her tongue in Jack’s ear. He laughed then scooped her up, threw her over his shoulder and sloped away. Kai stood watching them leave with a crooked smile. When he turned back to look at Myla, his heart practically slowed to a standstill in his chest, she looked like the devil compared to the angel she had looked like earlier in the day. Her black short dress had ridden up slightly higher and was now only just covering her modesty, she had pulled her hair down from its top knot and was casually running a hand through it, her eyes were half open and she parted her lips allowing her tongue to slide out along them.
I’m dead. I’m literally dead. She looked his way and smiled seductively motioning with her hand for him to come closer. Don’t do it Kai, don’t go to her. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of her, entwining his fingers in her hair. His breathing became heavy as he rested his forehead to hers.
“Kiss me, Kai,” she whispered again.
Pulling his head away, he watched her chest go up and down as she waited expectantly for him claim her mouth. Her fingers were lazily running up and down his back and closing her eyes, she whispered his name again. The inner war between his conscious and subconscious thoughts, stepped up a gear. Fuck! I love the way my name tumbles from her mouth. She’s drunk Kai, step away.
She opened her eyes and stared into the depths of his, slowly he ran the tips of his fingers lightly along her heated skin from her palm to the indent of her elbow, he watched as she shivered with excitement. Continuing to watch her intently, he brought his fingers along her arm once more and up to her shoulder, she gasped when he grabbed the feathered strands of her hair and gently tugged, allowing him to lean in and kiss the length of her throat. Uncoiling his fingers from her hair, he cupped her cheek and with his thumb tracing tantalizing circles across her cheekbone, he finally caved in and brushed his lips delicately across hers.
He repeated this action, each time adding slightly more pressure. Myla slid her hands up over his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck, and with a ragged grunt he pulled her as tightly as he could, against him. Eagerly, she melded against him and when her chest came to rest against his, he could feel her heart pounding wildly. Their kiss blossomed when she opened her mouth, enticing him to enter. A throaty moan hummed against his lips while his fingers danced seductively across her collarbone then trailed up her arm to her hands behind his neck. Interlocking his fingers with hers, everything around them vanished into oblivion.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
As she slowly came to, her wide-opened mouth felt like the desert, dry as a bone and gritty. Pushing against her uncooperative muscles, she managed to clamp her mouth shut. Her jaw brushed against the pool of drool sat puddled on her pillow. Ugh, how attractive. Her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, but she tried to push through the misery and roll herself on to her back. The sudden movement caused her to grunt when her back collided with the bed. Slowly opening one eye, she quickly shut it again, the pain of what felt like shards of glass, pierced the back of her eyeball.
The dull start of an unrelenting headache began to swirl like a cyclone in her muddled head with a surprisingly oppressive force, she felt as though someone was squeezing her skull tightly, whilst her brain was screaming no. What happened last night? Her mind felt like it was short circuiting when sudden flashbacks pushed through the roaring headache. Her all over Kai, begging him to kiss her. Her straddling him in the cab and gyrating against him like a hormonal teenager and her frantically trying to rip his clothes from his body in the kitchen. Oh, Myla, you slut!
Finally, she managed to push her eyes open and through gritted teeth, she glanced to her left. Kai wasn’t there. A sense of relief washed over her, until he came bowling back through the bedroom door looking like a kid who had had all his wishes granted. “You’re awake,” he said with a grin maneuvering a tray through the door, and kicking it shut behind him.
The sound of his voice and the harsh slam of the door had her grasping her ears and clamping her eyes shut tightly, she hissed through clenched teeth, “Sssh.” She heard the rattle of crockery as he placed down the tray on the bedside table, then she felt the bed dip under his weight when he took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to acknowledge him.
“What time is it?” She whispered. She moved her hands from her ears and tried to sit up.
