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He didn't want to look at me? Was I that repulsive to him?Nothing but a fly on his windshield blocking his view of his fucking end goal: the journal.
The thought shouldn't sting as much as it did and yet I found myself crumbling under the weight of them. My breath smothered out of me like I had boulders threatening to crush my heart.
Letting out a noise of disgust, I turn and flip open the door handle. He may be able to stomach saying that shit to my face but I sure as hell didn't need to stick around and listen. My stiletto barely grazes the pavement before I’m being grabbed, strong arms wrap around my shoulders before pulling me into a warm lap. Kaleb's arms cage me against his steering wheel and I can't move. Annoyed, I push against him, struggling to get free of his grip but his arms are too strong, too tight against me.
And then his mouth is upon me. His tongue thrusting into my mouth in lavishing strokes, the sensation causing goosebumps to rise along every inch of my skin. The effect he had on my body was insane.
Madness.
And I was absolutely powerless to stop it as his tongue thrusts into my mouth again.
Not bothering to break the kiss, his hands grab my thighs, pulling me closer until I am flush against him. Lifting his hips, his cock presses against the sensitive skin of my pussy, and I moan as his mouth greedily catches the sound with fast swipes of his tongue across my lower lip. My body is on fire and I can't stop myself from grinding against him, from pushing my hips against his groin until we were both panting. Taking his mouth with mine, my teeth accidentally scrape his lower lip and he hisses,
“Sorry I- I didn't mean to,” I whisper in apology before watching his eyes darken, the depths focusing on my now kiss swollen lips.
“Do it again.” His tone is downright demanding and I look down at him, confusion in my eyes.
“My lip. Bite it.” His hands tighten on my thighs and I gasp.
He... he liked the biting?
It seemed my Kaleb had a wicked side hidden in the shadows of his mind, and he wanted me to play.
Grabbing hold of my hips, Kaleb squeezes my thighs, his fingers teasing the edge of my velvet dress. The one he hand-selected for me. The thought of Kaleb running around a department store, looking at dresses, was laughable and I wondered if he had assistants do his dirty work or if he took this special task into his own hands. It's that last thought that sends a flash of desire through me. For some reason, the thought of Kaleb doing something specifically for me turned me the hell on.
His breath tickles my ear and I lean in as he whispers,
“Bite it hard, Blondie.” I flash hot at the words, causing Kaleb’s hands to tighten even further, his grip hard enough to bruise.
Tentatively, I lean forward until my mouth is mere inches away from his lips, his breath hitches and it's almost as if he's stopped breathing, his body completely attuned to my next move. The power trip rushes to my head and I take a moment to draw out the suspense, teasing him, before leaning forward and capturing his lower lip with my mouth. Sucking on the soft skin, I swipe my tongue against the softness of his mouth before giving it a hard suck, the plump skin like heaven in my mouth, and just when I think he’s going to berate me for refusing him I bite down. My teeth scraping at his lower lip until it's pulled completely between my teeth.
Kaleb's moan echoes in my ears and I flush with the knowledge that it was me who was able to draw that sound from him. And then his lips are crashing down on mine, any sense of control I thought I had flying out the window. His hands tear through my hair before grabbing my neck, angling my mouth towards his in a way that can only be described as pure heaven. This man was magic with his touch. A twisted devil with dark eyes and a touch that could melt even the most damaged of lovers.
He pins my hands above my head, my palms connecting with the roof of his truck, and I’m completely at his mercy.
“This,” he growls, his forehead hovering over mine,
“This is why I couldn't look at you. Because if I looked at you I couldn't have stopped myself from fucking you.” His eyes pour into mine and I stop breathing.
“If I looked at you in that dress I would have thrown you up against the wall and parted your pretty thighs. Making the perfect entrance for my cock. I would have fucked you so hard you couldn't walk for a week straight afterwards. My cock thrusting inside that sweet pussy of yours until your juices wetted my dick and you were begging me with that sweet mouth of yours to make you come.” His hands tangle in my hair and I’m forced to look at him when he gives the strands a tug, the blonde locks tangling around his fist.
“And make no mistake, Blondie you would have come. You would have come so hard even that shit bag landlord of yours would have heard you scream.” He whispers the words, his hands moving to my breasts before cupping the sensitive mounds, causing me to cry out at the sensation, my nipples having become sensitive during our makeout sesh.
“And what would we have done then, Blondie?” His fingers continue to rub lazy circles over my nipples and I watch as they turn into firm peaks under his soft, relentless touch. Unable to speak over the pleasure running through my mind, Kaleb continues to torture me with his words,
“We would have never made it on time.'' He has the balls to smirk at me, and I’m reminded once again how much I hate the bastard just as he removes his hands from my breasts. Unable to help it, a whimper escapes my lips from the sudden lack of friction and I feel Kaleb's dick thicken underneath me. Nice to know I wasn't the only one unbelievably turned on at the moment.
Gently, Kaleb unwraps my legs from his thighs before setting me back in the passenger seat, his fingers absently sweeping my sensitive nipples in the process, making me hot all over. Silently, he reaches over before buckling me in for the second time tonight and I’m surprised by how much the overprotective alpha gesture warms me.
Ya, I’m definitely not the sanest flower in the bouquet.
“We're going to be late now,” Kaleb growls, his dark eyes teasing. His temper seems to have cooled for the moment and I wonder if it had anything to do with our impromptu groping session in the middle of a New York intersection. That and the fact that we hadn't gotten into an accident both surprised and scared the shit out of me. The whole thing was a completely irrational Kaleb thing to do and I stupidly found myself hating and admiring the boy all over again.
Instead of arguing about it though, I just whisper into the darkness of my dangerous, irrational boys car,
“Yes. Yes, we are.” And for some unknown reason, I can't stop the smile from crawling across my lips.
Chapter 21
