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The single curl still hangs down across his forehead, and I smile at him, loving the imperfection. Before I have a chance to second guess myself, I reach up slowly and brush it back with the others. “This one misbehaving curl…”
His lips pull into a smirk as he watches me. “I’m quite proficient in misbehavior.”
I chuckle. “Oh, are you now?”
His eyes darken as he steps toward me so that our bodies are almost touching. “Oh yes, and it’d be a challenge to behave with someone as pretty as you…”
I feel a blush creep into my cheeks as I look up into his mischievous eyes. And then my gaze finds his lips. His tongue slips between them as they pull up into a grin.
Usually, I’d be shying away from someone like him; so forward and roguish. I can’t trust men like him as far as I can throw them—which isn’t very far—but something about Kai makes me want to ignore all my preconceived notions and adore that side of him instead.
He’s inches from me, but I have the urge to move even closer. I want to feel the heat of his body against mine. I want to feel the thump of his heart as if it’s in my own chest.
I begin to shift my weight toward him, but just before I step forward, the elevator doors open to reveal his floor. Kai steps backward, gesturing for me to exit first. The devious look on his face tells me he knows how much I loathe that door for opening so soon. He pulls his key card from his pocket and we walk in a silence filled with delicious tension all the way to his room.
When we arrive, he slides his card cleanly through the slot on the door, and then the latch unlocks and he pushes it open. While his back is turned to me, I take a deep breath and step over the threshold. His large coat around my shoulders is growing hotter as my heart beats faster. My mind is a mix of emotions. I’m nervous and still a bit cautious; both because I’m not very practiced in a situation like this, and also because Kai’s presence makes me stumble over my words or forget them altogether. The other emotion is fueled similarly, except this one seems to affect the most primal parts of me. There’s some sort of pull between the two of us I can’t explain. And deep within me, I know the only way we’re going to be able to relieve it is by desperately throwing ourselves at each other.
I smirk to myself. Kai can throw me wherever he wants.
A few paces into the room, Kai turns around. His eyes find mine and he stands unmoving, clearly contemplating his next move. He’s watching me closely, like a hunter waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His gaze is dark and concentrated. Not dark in a frightening way, but dark in the best way.
My hesitancies are starting to fall away, like I’m shedding a shield of armor I no longer need. He’s too far away. I need to be closer to him. I can’t stand the distance. It’s like every inch between us stings with longing.
Without breaking eye contact, I lick my bottom lip and bite it gently, one more time, for good measure. I set my handbag on the desk and place my coat on a nearby chair. And just as I let go of it, Kai crosses the distance between us.
His hands are on my waist, strong and warm. And as soon as my gaze meets his, dark and filled with need, his contemplative expression resolves, and his hands grip tighter, firm, and insistent. And then he’s pushing me back into the wall and his lips are crashing down hard onto mine, assertive and resolute. They’re even softer than I imagined, and without a thought, I’m kissing him back with just as much desperation.
I’m trapped between his arms, pinned against the wall, and the rough stubble on his chin stings my skin as he claims me firmly with his mouth. His hands find the edges of his coat which I still wear, and then he’s shoving it off my shoulders frantically. His grip returns to my waist, and he steps forward again, finally fully pressing the length of his body into mine like I’ve craved all night. I all but moan into his mouth.
I can feel the heat of him, mingling with the heat of me. His heart is beating against mine as if they both belong in the same body.
This. This is the feeling that has always eluded me.
His eyes meet mine briefly before his hungry lips find my mouth again, and he runs his hands up and down my sides, tracing my curves. The room is all heat and sparks and flames, and I barely know how to breathe. I wrap my arms around his neck and sink deeper into the kiss. His tongue plays at the seam of my lips, and I part them, allowing him in. He tastes faintly of whiskey and citrus. It’s a completely intoxicating combination.
My hands find the escaped curls that hang around his neck as he moves his lips to the corner of my jaw and grazes his teeth across the sensitive skin there. And then he trails his hands down my neck with painful slowness. I grasp at his hair, and his hands respond by finding my rising and falling chest, gripping and caressing, and making me feel like I might spontaneously combust with a need that I’ve suppressed for far, far too long.
I sigh as his fingers move feather-light down my sides again and hook under the edges of my dress, starting to shift it up my legs. His lips travel up my neck toward my ear, and I feel the heat of his breath again as he speaks.
“This dress has been driving me crazy…because it’s still on you…” he whispers slowly, referring to our conversation earlier in the cab.
I breathe deeply, wanting nothing more than for this dress to be off me. Quickly.
He continues to shift the fabric further up my legs, and then he pauses. “Sophie…” His voice is low and gruff; laced with a barely restrained passion as his fingers rest on my upper thigh. It isn’t phrased as a question, but I know it is. He’s asking me if he can continue.
I can still feel his heartbeat against mine, thumping loudly and eagerly. I can barely imagine anything other than the response that comes from my lips, breathy and desperate.
“Yes…”
And then his mouth is under my jaw again, leaving a trail of hot kisses and low growls as he pushes the skirt of my dress up all the way around my waist. One hand grips the bare skin of my hip while his other trails softly and gently across my stomach.
His mouth leaves my jaw, and he catches my gaze again for just a moment. In his eyes, I see an untamed desire, a longing, and a desperate need for me that I’ve never witnessed before; not even in the eyes of the college jock who took advantage of me last year. Kai really wants me in this moment. He isn’t hiding it, he isn’t suppressing it, and he certainly isn’t faking it. He’s going to have me right here and right now up against the wall of his hotel room.
And I’m prepared to let him. Because I want him, too.
His hand travels lower until it finally finds the delicate lace of my underwear, and then his fingers are confident and deliberate, slipping over the fabric and between my legs. My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes drift shut as his lips find mine, slower this time, but with even more possession. My breathing grows uneven as he strokes me. It’s heaven. And even though no one has ever touched me like this, I quickly realize he’s good at it.
God, I’m going to catch fire.
