King of Players: An Opposites Attract Romance (Billionaire Kings of New York Book 3)

12. The Spell

twelve

Chad

It was nearly three o’clock in the morning when I walked Kaira out of the restaurant, with my hand barely touching her lower back. Since we had come in my car, it was only natural that I’d drive her back home.

Even though I had navigated through our unexpected date with perfect grace, I still felt like I was getting mixed signals from her. One moment, her smile told me that she could easily kiss me right then and there, and the next, she seemed doubtful of my intentions.

If this push and pull was part of the game she liked to play, I was willing to learn to enjoy it.

At her doorstep, I lingered, defiantly standing before her and letting her read into my eyes—as challenging as it was in the dark. Wasn’t she going to invite me in?

“Thank you,” she said. “I had a really good time.”

“I should be the one thanking you.”

“Well? There’s no law against that.”

Inching closer, I grazed her lower lip with my thumb. “What are the rules, then? Because the wine sure is getting to my head.”

“Feeling irresponsible?”

“In any other context, that word would’ve sobered me right up.”

Suddenly, her hand sternly held onto mine, fixing it an inch away from her lips. “And now?”

Something about the moment, the look in her eyes, and the unwavering manner in which she fixed my hand in the air made me want to stay. “How about a cup of coffee for the road?”

Letting go of my hand—which was disappointing—she sighed and said, “I don’t know about you, but I have to go to work in the morning.” Turning around to unlock the door, she stood with her back to me, as if to block it.

“Well, I know that you’re the boss and you can afford a late morning once in a while.”

Pushing the door open, she stepped in, and with a resigning tone, said, “Fine. Coffee it is.”

I followed her in and closed the door behind me, while my eyes followed her as she took off her shoes. Barefoot, she stepped into the kitchen and started making coffee. I didn’t know what was starting to take over me. It was lust, desire, but not the kind to which I was accustomed to.

With her graceful figure in the dim lights, moving back and forth between the mug rack and the coffee machine, I wished I could freeze time.

But what truly froze at that moment was my mind. Without further thought, I stepped in, standing between her and the machine that whirred and beeped. Her eyes regarded me with confusion and a little bit of fear. Was I the reason, or was it her own desires?

“What?” she whispered. “Chad, what are you doing?” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My tongue was painfully tied. “Okay, you’re scaring me.”

Wordlessly, I began a descent that I hadn’t calculated or planned. I could have been mimicking some scene from a movie, or a video I had once seen eons ago. All I knew was that my hands had gotten a life of their own, taking off my watch as I knelt down at her feet. Soon, my shoes were a foot away on the floor. My belt. My shirt. My phone. Facing her astonished eyes, I was kneeling down with nothing on but my pants.

Answering the nagging call of my impulses, without touching her, I held my hands at level with her bare feet, at either side, and began to run them up in the air. Alongside her ankles, her legs, her thighs. The air between my hands and her dress felt thick, like honey floating in space.

“Chad,” she whispered before slowly descending, until she, too, was on her knees, facing me.

Her eyes met mine, and I felt a rush of gratefulness wash over me. “Can I touch you now?” I asked in a whisper. She quietly nodded. My finger went back to her lower lip, where it had left off outside the door just minutes ago. With a voice that came out hoarse, I asked, “Can I kiss you now?” Once again, she nodded. With my lips on hers, I closed my eyes, attempting to stay attuned to the fine movements and vibrations of her shoulders between my hands. Pulling back, I whispered, “Would you like me to take the lead?”

And with her eyes fixed on mine… she nodded.

I blew out another breath and pulled her to me. Then I ran my hands up and down the sleeves of her long, cream-colored dress. Slowly, and with my eyes never leaving her face, I began to unbutton her dress. When I stopped at the belt at her waist, she went still.

Her dress pooled at her bare feet, and she stepped out of it, her green eyes growing darker with desire. Moments later, she stepped towards me and lifted her hands up on either side of her. Her fingers traced a bath over my bare skin, stopping at the waistband of my boxers.

“I think you have a little bit of a problem here.” She touched me over the fabric and squeezed.

“There’s nothing little about it.” I growled before reaching for her hands. I pressed my fingers to hers, and she melted, every part of her coming alive underneath my fingertips. Abruptly, my hands moved down the length of her back and stopped at her lacy red underwear.

She moaned into the kiss as I hoisted her up. When she hooked her legs around my waist and ground into me, all the blood rushed to my groin. With a growl, I set her down on the marble counter and kicked her legs apart. Once I stepped in between her legs, she threw her head back and whimpered.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Kaira.” I paused and fumbled with the zipper of my jeans. Wordlessly, she let her head fall forward, wavy brown hair covering half of her face. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and reached out. The jeans fell into a puddle at my feet. I wasted no time in kicking them off and cupping the back of her head.

She tasted like vanilla and cherries.

And I couldn’t get enough of her.

Kaira linked her legs over my back and bucked. “I want you so bad.”

“Here?”

Kaira hesitated then nodded, slowly. “I’ve never done it on a kitchen counter before.”

“There’s a lot of places we can do it.” I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, pausing to tug on her lobes. I kept one hand on the small of her back while the other fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Once her breasts spilled forward, I lowered my head and took one nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck, Chad.” She dug her nails into my back and hissed. “That feels so good.”

“We’re just getting started.” I moved to the other nipple and bit down, hard. When she cried out, I used one hand to pull down my boxers, and the other to palm her. She made a low choked noise in the back of her throat and ripped off her underwear. Without opening her eyes, she threw them over her shoulders, where they landed with a flutter on the floor.

In one quick move, I was inside of her.

Kaira made another whimpering noise that made my blood boil. I placed my hands on either side of the counter and thrust. She was bathed in the low and dim lighting of her apartment, and I had never seen anything like that.

She made me feel things I’d never felt before.

I didn’t want it to end.

And I had no idea where I should be excited or terrified.

So, I buried myself inside of her and waited until she expanded and writhed against me. Her nails raked across my back, pausing to trace the scars there. Suddenly, her hands darted back up to the top of my short, light blonde hair. She ran her fingers over it, sending shivers of delight racing up and down my spine.

I leaned back to look at her and grunted. “You have no idea how good this feels. You running your hands all over my body….fuck.”

Kaira moaned. “Oh, Chad. Oh, yes.”

Over and over I eased out and slammed back into her. She rocked back and forth against me, the smell of her lemon scented shampoo washing over me. When she threw her head back, I sunk my teeth into her shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut.

Sweat poured down my back.

She inched closer to the edge of the counter and panted. “You feel so good. Oh, Chad. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it,” I told her, through gritted teeth. Then I kissed every inch of skin, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in my wake until she was calling out with careless abandon. Her fingers traced a path down my back, stopped at my behind and squeezed.

Damn she was sexy.

Given that she was uptight before I met her, I knew it wasn’t easy for Kaira to let go like this, especially when she had her doubts about my history. Luckily for me, she’d gone from trying to keep her distance to realizing how good we were together.

Kaira had me wrapped around her finger, and she had no idea.

And I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Not when being with her felt this good.

Kaira’s eyes fluttered open, the flecks of gold in them more pronounced. She stared at me as we moved, rocking back and forth against each other with wild and reckless abandon. In the distance, a car honked, and I heard the TV go up through the thin walls.

She gripped my shoulders and ground against me.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck and circled my hips. Kaira’s entire body shook and spasmed against me, rivulets of sweat sliding down her back, and the siders of her face. When she caught her breath, I moved faster, pumping in and out of her at a frenzied pace. Waver after wave of pleasure built up within me.

Her breathing came out in short, little whimpers that reverberated inside of my head. I gripped the counter tighter and squeezed my eyes shut. Together, we moved, as if nothing and no one else mattered. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and brought her face to a rest against my chest.

Over the pounding of my heart.

I twisted my arms over my head and gripped her feet. “I’m close.”

“Yes, baby.” Kaira threw her head back, exposing her long and slender neck. I grazed her skin before sinking my teeth there. Without warning, I picked her up off the counter and took her into the living room. I set her down on the couch there and threw her legs up over my shoulders.

Kaira gasped, the new position offering her a better angle.

With her hair splayed out underneath her, and her tanned skin glistening underneath the lighting, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. She made a low, impatient noise in the back of her throat and wriggled her hips. I chuckled and bent down to capture her lips with mine. When she bit down on my lower lip, my mouth parted, allowing her tongue to dart in.

We began a sensual battle for dominance as I eased in and out of her, at a slow and steady pace. All I could hear was her skin slapping against mine, and the sound of her heavy, uneven breathing.

My heart was racing, eager to burst out of my chest.

Eventually, Kaira came undone again, chanting my name over and over under her breath until she prompted my own release.

Spots danced in my field of vision, and my lungs burned.

When I caught my breath, Kaira had a dreamy expression on her face, her hair tousled, and her eyes soft. Carefully, I swept her into my arms, in spite of her giggled protests and carried her into the bedroom. After I set her down on the mattress, I climbed in and faced her.

We stared at each other for a while before she flipped onto her back and stared at the ceiling.