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He scrapes his hands over his face like he might be able to rub off the situation we're in. His eyes bore into mine. "Fuck. How did this happen?"
"It's all my fault. I never go to bars alone. I never go to men's hotel rooms if I don't know them. And now look what happened. It's karma. It's what I get for not following the rules." Both my voice and panic rise as I talk.
He grabs me by the upper arms and gives me a little shake. "Hey," his voice is gentle and soft and it soothes me a bit. "I know this is shocking. I can't believe it either, but it will be okay. It’s our secret."
"Oh no." I start to hyperventilate. "I-I told Boone. I told her I hooked up with someone last night."
"Woah, woah there, little kitten." He rubs his hands up my arms. "Look at me. That's it, look at me and we'll breathe together." He inhales through his nose and our eyes lock together. I do my best to draw in some air but it sticks in my chest.
"You're doing great," he coaxes. He lets out his breath slowly and inhales again. "Try again, sweetheart."
I continue to stare at him. He's so strong and I'm drawn to the comfort he offers.
"Atta girl," he says when I finally take in a full breath and let it out with him. "One more time."
I do as he says and the whirring in my head lessens. He releases his grip on my arms and then pulls me close. He rests his chin on the top of my head and his hands span across the width of my back. My ear is over his heart and I can hear it thudding, like I'm sure mine is doing. We stay still for a few heavenly moments and then he releases me. Taking my hand, he leads me to a deep leather sofa sitting in front of one of the windows. "Come on, let's talk for a minute."
He sits next to me and I wonder if that's a mistake. Regardless of the consequences, my body responds to him like it never has to anyone before. He's not even trying.
And my panic starts again. What am I doing thinking about him and how wonderful he is? He's not wonderful. He's my best friend's brother.
"Boone's my best friend in the whole world," I tell him. "I could never do anything to hurt her and if she finds out about us..."
He caresses his hand over my head and brushes some of the curls back off my face. "She won't find out. Besides, neither of us knew last night. We didn't even know each other's names." He smiles ruefully. "Though I guess I was pretty close when I called you my little kitten."
Hearing him say that phrase again does things to my insides. Naughty things I need to stop. This can't happen.
I swallow hard. "Right. We'll pretend it didn't happen and go on from there."
His fingers continue to play with the curls in my hair. Our eyes meet and without realizing it, I lean toward him. I can't stop looking at his mouth and somehow my body gravitates his way like it has a mind of its own.
* * *
ADAM
The whole time we were walking through the house I told myself I'd open the door to her room, make sure she got in there, then shut it and leave. Leave and pretend I don’t know she’s there.
I repeated this mantra to myself the entire time.
But did I do that? No. Of course not.
I had to be alone with her. Had to talk to her. Make sure she is all right. She managed surprisingly well during lunch and even seemed to relax, but we are both in a fucked up situation and I feel compelled to fix it.
And now, here I am, with her pressed into the cushions of the couch, devouring her with my mouth.
I'm like a man possessed and I can't get enough of her.
Ever since I spotted Kit standing behind Boone outside the dining room I've been in a state of half panic and half horny. Horny won out. My knees are on either side of her hips and she's gripping my shoulders. The back cushions of the sofa slide out of place and one flips over onto the floor behind. Good. I need some room to work here.
Her skirt slides up around her hips and I smell her arousal.
Her hands are all over me and she's writhing beneath my body. Whimpering with need, her hands glide from my shoulders to my belt. In a matter of seconds she unbuckles it and shoves my pants and briefs past my ass.
Her whimpers are more urgent and I have to get inside her right away, but I’m hobbled by my jeans.
Reluctantly I stand, hopping from foot to foot I yank off my boots and pants, tossing them next to the sofa.
Kit uses the opportunity to pull her dress over her head and it lands on the carpet. She’s wearing a lacy bra and another thong. The tiny square barely covers her, but it doesn’t matter because the image of her sweet pussy is etched into my brain.
