26. KAYLA
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W e raised more than $85,000 tonight, and I’m so damn proud of myself. This was my first event, and it was hard work to let it run as smoothly as it did, but I did that. I was the main event manager, and it felt amazing to actually pull it off.
Not to mention the amount of money we raised.
“Did you hear? Someone paid $1000 for your signed copy.”
“Really?” Bodi’s voice sounds surprised from the other room.
“Uh-huh.” I look into the mirror of Bodi’s bathroom, brushing my teeth with my dress still on. My cheeks are a little flushed from the two glasses of champagne I had, and I smile at my reflection with a joyous stream surging through my veins.
I don’t know when I made the switch from the guestroom to the master, but I know my toothbrush has been laying here for weeks and he’s never asked me to put it back. So I never did. My clothes are still in the guestroom, but I haven’t considered moving them because the sneaker freak doesn’t even have space.
I’ve been ambling through this condo like the damn Cheshire Cat for a while now, and I know it’s because every morning I wake up with Bodi’s arms around my stomach and his nose buried in the crook of my neck. My smile belongs to him. He owns it in every way because he’s the one responsible for it.
It makes me hopeful that whatever happens, we don’t have to end this .
The ride back really made me think about our situation. Working at KPI is not something I can keep doing if I want to be with Bodi. If people find out, it will create a media shit show. Or worse; they’ll keep thinking I work my way up by sucking the boss’s dick. Which is not true, if anything Bodi is harder on me when it comes to it, but I know that’s the narrative they’ll use.
The other option is moving out, but I’m dreading that more than not working at KPI. Living with Bodi makes me feel like I have a home for the very first time in my life. It makes me feel like I belong somewhere. I belong with him .
And after tonight, I’m thinking maybe I can officially be employed by the foundation. That way, I’m not connected to KPI and I can stay here. We can be together without hiding in janitor closets, and the more I think about it, the more excited I get.
My lashes lift to the mirror, catching how Bodi enters the bathroom with his dress shirt pulled out of his pants, his hands tucked into his pockets. He lets his back fall against the doorpost, raking his intense gaze over every inch of my body.
My blood heats in my veins.
There is a lazy look in the green of his eyes, a glint of lust illuminating them with the dim light of his bedroom against his back. It’s darkening the features of his face, making me squirm a little inside as I keep brushing.
“What are you smiling about?” His voice is husky, sultry, and the sound vibrates my pussy alive. I spit out the foaming toothpaste, keeping my eyes locked with his as I wash out my mouth, then take a towel to dry.
“Nothing.”
He moves forward, putting his chest against my back. His arms circle my waist while he feathers his lips over my neck. It tickles my skin in a tempting way and a deep breath flies from my lips. The warmth of his body feels like a protective cape, hiding me from the storms life can throw at us, and when his mouth completely connects with the skin underneath my neck, I shut my eyes.
Reveling in his touch as much as I can. His moves are deliberate. Affectionate. There is no rush, as if he’s doing his best to postpone what I can see flashing in his eyes, dragging this out as long as he can.
“Thank you.” His whisper makes me shudder against his body.
“What for?”
“For making tonight a success.” He tenderly bites me. “Getting my dad there.” His lips part in an open-mouthed kiss. “Being you .”
I swallow at how he emphasizes the word into my skin and his head lifts to look at me. Our eyes lock, and he squeezes me tightly against him. The green in his eyes is lighter, glittering with something I can only describe as determination. It’s laced with sincerity, igniting a flutter inside of me.
He makes me feel seen.
When I stay quiet, he moves one of his hands up, placing it on top of my pounding heart.
He holds it still, feeling how it beats against his palm until a smile graces his beautiful face.
“You’re a pure soul, Kayla. The purest there is, and no one will ever shine as bright as you. You’re camping out in my dark world, bringing light into the darkness.” A lingering peck is pushed against my cheek before he gently twists me so I can face him. He holds my face, his hands feeling warm against my skin, tilting it a little to align our eyes.
“Thank you for lighting up my world.” My mouth slightly opens, wanting to say anything, but I’m lost for words.
He leans in, kissing me with tenderness. His lips softly move over mine, the tip of his tongue licking my seam. I sense the hunger that’s always there, but he’s holding back, like he wants it to be different this time. As if he wants to show me an emotion he can’t speak out loud.
Kissing Bodi has always been the highlight of my day, but this time, his kisses are different. I want to freeze time and engrave them into my brain, letting them fuel me for the rest of my life. To comfort me on a rainy day. To spark my good mood.
His hand slowly moves underneath the slit of my silk dress, feeling so much better than the touch of the soft fabric on my thighs, and I moan. With his mouth never leaving mine, he keeps up his slow pace of scorching kisses as he pushes the fabric over my hips until he reaches my waist. He lifts me with ease, putting me down on the sink.
With the tips of my fingers, I brush through his five o’clock shadow.
He wanted to shave it off for tonight, but then I told him I loved how gruff he looked with it. How it made him even more sexy combined with his tux, and he just gave me a wolfish grin. I forgot to voice the appreciation for listening to me, but now that hairs are pricking against my palm, I can’t help smiling.
“I’m so glad you listened to me,” I tell him.
He moves his lips flush with my ears and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Anything to please my girl.”
The way he calls me his girl doesn't go unnoticed, and I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.
Our eyes have a silent conversation for I don’t know how long. The world stops spinning when I look into his eyes, searching for the lie in his words. Specks of gold are dancing through his gaze with the same happiness I feel tucked deep inside of me, and I swallow to push away the lump forming in the back of my throat.
I want to freak out. I want to tell him he can’t say shit like that without knowing exactly what it will lead to. But it seems like every single day I become more speechless around him. Like I’d rather shut up and keep living in my endless dream than face the hardship and difficult choices that life will eventually give us.
I know it’s inevitable. I know one day life will catch up with us, throwing all our insecurities and fears in our faces. In my face . But right now, I don’t have the guts to speak up and ruin the moment.
Like a selfish coward, I bring his lips to mine, kissing him with as much care as he’s been doing for the last five minutes. I’m giving him my answer, a kiss representing every new word.
I want to be yours.
I want you to be mine.
I want to stay with you.
I’m falling for you.
Please tell me you’re falling too.
Moaning against his lips, I hope he’s speaking the same language as I am, understanding every word I’m saying.
“Oh, Kayla,” he grunts. A hand moves into my hair, holding on to it with an urgency that feels like a primal need. As if he’s scared I’ll walk away if I get the chance and he needs to keep me locked with him.
The truth is, I couldn’t walk away if I wanted to.
I walked, no, ran , away from Trent because I needed to. He hurt me in every way possible, leaving physical marks on me to prove it. When I flew home, I vowed I would never, ever let my heart slip out of my hands anymore, but with Bodi, I don’t seem to have a choice.
He breaks down my walls with as much ease as a bulldozer, giving me the exact amount of affection and trust I need. He knows what to give me in every single way, amazing me every time he does.
I stop, tearing my mouth away, then press my forehead against his with my eyes closed.
“I want to feel you inside of me, Bodi,” I confess with a breath. “I want you to melt your body with mine. I want you. All of you. ” When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. The passion is clear and undeniable, taking my breath away. It makes my heart expand to unmeasurable proportions, and I know I’m in trouble.
But it’s the good kind of trouble. The trouble that makes you feel alive when everything else makes your senses numb.
“I want you to stretch me wide like I’m made for you. Can you do that?”
He holds still, not uttering a word as he slowly pulls my dress over my head. His eyes move up and down my body while he licks his lips. Leaning in, he cups my cheek, brushing his lips over my ear.
“Undress me.”
My hands reach out to unbutton his dress shirt and he watches my every move before I push it off his shoulders. I tug him a little closer, pressing a lingering kiss to his heart.
“You are so beautiful,” he huffs.
With a simple move, he reaches behind my back, snapping off my bra. Dragging his teeth over his lower lip, he stares at my breasts with a yearning that makes my thighs clench.
But he doesn’t touch them, instead he brings his gaze up, looking at me with devotion as he unbuttons his pants. His chest moves slowly up and down, and I watch how he lets them puddle around his ankles.
Then he does the same with his boxers. When his hard shaft springs free, I suck in a breath through my nose. My pussy is drawn to him, desperate to feel him inside of me. He takes a step forward. His hand lands on my shoulder and he holds on as he starts to push the tip of his finger through my soaked folds.
“What the hell? You’re not wearing panties?”
“Hmm, anything to please my man.” My eyes shut with a smirk, taking in every inch of his touch and he quickly replaces his finger with his hard shaft.
“Damn, Kayla,” he just huffs in response.
His heat burns through my body like a laser, branding me in a different way than before. It’s searing. It’s sizzling. And I know it’s forever. I just know it. No one will ever make me feel the way Bodi McKay does. No one after him will ever have the ability to ignite every fiber in my being like he does. He holds the match that sets off the firework inside of me.
I grunt, throwing my head back, and he chuckles in the distance.
“You like this, don’t you, baby?” He moves his shaft up and down my core at a steady pace. Rubbing my entrance but never pushing through while alternating the same move as he circles in around my clit. Lightly touching it, teasing it, sending a jolt of ecstasy through my hips with every contact.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I huff in a barely audible volume.
I arch my back, groaning at the sensation going on between my legs, until his palm grips my neck. “Look at me.”
I snap my head forward and my mouth springs open when he slowly pushes inside of me, stretching me wide with a delicacy that makes me want to melt into oblivion. It feels as if my mind is leaving my body while he touches every nerve in my entrance until he’s completely seated. We’re both heaving, our eyes tangled like magnets. His forehead falls against mine and our panting breaths mix. I breathe him in, like he’s the last piece of oxygen in the room, waiting in anticipation for him to start thrusting his hips.
“You are made for me, baby.” The belated answer to my unspoken question knocks the air from my body, and all sorts of emotions rush through my chest.
I can’t place them. I can’t fully understand them, but the feeling is overwhelming, completely consuming me in every way possible. As if he can feel how I’m slowly starting to lose my mind, he grabs each side of my neck, holding on to me while, at the same time, he holds me up.
My fingers clasp his wrists, keeping my back arched as he gently starts to pull back. When he’s almost left my body, he makes me whimper at the thought of losing our connection before he slams it back inside of me. I cry out in bliss, a delicious shock rippling through me when he hits my wall. Then he does it again, my response never changing.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he orders, never letting go of me.
I do as he says, and he sets a steady pace before he puts an arm under my knee to lift it a little. When he hits my wall again, the sensation is magnified, and my eyes grow wide while my lips form an O that makes the muscles in my cheeks hurt.
“Oh, fuck,” I huff.
“Are you okay?” he heaves against my face.
“I’m—Just keep going.” My eyes roll to the back of my head.
At first, it feels like I’m flying, but then I feel a gust of wind, and I realize he’s walking us back to the bed. Slowly, he lays me down, lifting my hips a little so he can push deeper. The tip of his shaft touches my wall with a primal grunt coming from both our lips.
I’m aching to touch him, but my body goes completely limp, just lying there, surrendered at his touch. My hands grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as he plows inside of me with a gentle touch that has me shivering every few seconds.
“Like that,” I cry. “Keep doing that. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” I’m losing my mind. Granted, I might be. My eyes find his looking at me with a slight frown while he stays concentrated on his one task. He licks his lips, and I lift my hand to grab his neck, demanding him to kiss me before I push my tongue into his mouth.
I arch my back some more, wanting to feel his chest pressed against my breasts. I want to merge with him as one, loving the friction his body creates with mine every time he thrusts inside of me.
He’s right. I’m made for him. Every angle of his body fits perfectly against mine, and my arms are wrapped around his shoulders, wanting to have him as close as possible. There is something different about our connection this time, as if with every thrust it’s deepened. As if our souls are drifting to a purgatory that’s closer to heaven than you can even imagine.
He gently grabs my chin with his whole hand, holding his hips still for a brief moment. It gives me the opportunity to catch my breath while his green eyes lock onto mine. His grip is possessive but at the same time so incredibly tender.
“I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
“Then don’t.” It’s an easy answer. I want him to hold on to me until the day I die. Being much more than my friend for as long as he can.
“I won’t.” Two words. It’s just two words, but they literally evaporate the air out of my lungs. They make me want to cry out and scream in happiness. The thought of his hand in mine for the rest of my life settles me with a feeling of satisfaction that’s indescribable.
His lips find my forehead before he moves them down to my lips.
“I won’t,” he whispers once more before he slips out of me. With a quick move, he flips my body, stomach down on his gray cotton sheets, and I let out a playful shriek. Eagerly, I lift my butt in the air and he runs his palm over my wet core.
“Oh, you are so sexy.”
I expect him to take me doggy style, but instead, he moves his hand to my front, giving him access to my clit before his weight presses me down into the sheet. He directs his dick toward my entrance again and he slips in from behind while his other hand locks its fingers with mine.
His lips caress the skin underneath my ear as he pushes himself inside of me at the same pace as before. His body feels like a cloud of heaven on top of me, and with his fingers, he rubs my sensitive nub with care. His movements are filled with intent, but gentle as fuck, quickly bringing my head back to that same daze as before. When he picks up the pace, he makes my core ripple with an electrifying touch every time he moves back in and his grip on my hand grows tighter.
“I don’t think I can live without you anymore.” It feels like a confession, one that dissolves any hesitation, and my orgasm builds.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I huff with my cheeks pressed into the sheets.
It’s primal, the way we’re connected right now, but it still fills my heart with a passion I’ve never felt before.
“Let go, Kayla,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let go for me.”
I close my eyes, fully taking in every feeling he’s giving me. When he pinches my clit, I cry out in a delicious pain, and when he flicks it with a steady pace, I quickly feel how I fall into the abyss, the world surrounding us nonexistent. When I feel my quads tense underneath me, his hips do the same, and he falls with me. We both cry out in ecstasy, our bodies jerking until we both stay completely still.
His warm breath is fanning my shoulder. And I breathe into the sheets, taking in the full feeling I have inside of me. Both physically and mentally.
“Damn,” I just blurt. It’s all I can push out, unable to form full sentences.
His weight lifts from my body, and he presses a kiss between my shoulder blades.
“No,” I whine. My hands reach behind my back to yank him back against me, not willing to end the moment just yet. “Please stay.”
“What do you mean, little minx?” He chuckles, pushing his nose against my neck.
“I love this feeling.”
“Be more precise.” He nibbles my ear, causing another shiver to erupt.
“The feeling of you, fully seated inside of me. Feeling how you stretch me wide. Don’t go anywhere. It feels so good. I can stay like this forever.”
His laughter vibrates against my cheek. “I’ll be back and we can do it all over again. How does that sound?”
“Yeah, I can live with that,” I mumble with my eyes closed. He slowly gets out and I hear him walk toward the bathroom.
I wish I could walk around with his dick inside of me forever.
“You really have no filter, do you?” he calls out from the bathroom.
“Did I say that out loud?” I peek with one eye open, watching him walk back. His shaft is still hard, taunting me with small jerks as he approaches the bed.
“You did.” His weight crawls back on top of me. “It’s what I love about you.”
My eyes shoot fully open, realizing what he just said while he showers my back with kisses. I want to be fearless and make him repeat his words, but the addictive flutter moving through my stomach has me chickening out, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks between kisses. “Or do you need another minute?”
“I’m always ready for more.”
I push out a breath, wanting to be as casual about his comment as he seems to be. But as he keeps gracing my skin with his mouth, every kiss feels more loaded. Heavier. Longing. And when he’s staring at me a few minutes later, with his shaft deep inside of me once more, I can’t help but wonder if there is anything else Bodi McKay might love about me?