Chapter 2
LAINEY
The kiss was exhilarating and freeing. Yes, I was drunk and a little too emotional, mostly over how Mandy probably wanted to kill me for just running out.
She was probably losing it while trying to keep the parents calm and hold Brandon together, but I felt alive. And I didn't regret what was happening.
I stood with my hands pressed against the rigid planes of Kade Kingston's chest as our lips locked in a searing kiss.
My insides were melting while his hands gripped my hips and made me grind on the hardest dick I'd ever felt.
It was torture to pull away, but the last thing I wanted was for this playboy to think I was just another floozy throwing myself at him when that wasn't the case.
I was drunk and I was emotional and I was ready for life to begin. That didn't mean I was reckless.
"Sorry," I whispered, trying to pull back, but Kade's hand was firm on my lower back, holding me just millimeters from contact.
"For what? Taking a risk? Lainey, live your life.
" He nipped at my lower lip, sending my pulse racing again, but I knew it was wrong.
Just because Brandon cheated on me did not give me license to do the same to him.
I knew I should break up with him before I did anything too wild, but this was Kade Kingston.
There wasn't a person in all of Nevada—or the states surrounding it, for that matter—who didn't know who he was.
"Christ," I breathed against his lips. It had entirely gone past me that a dozen people at this bar were staring at us.
I was too intoxicated from the alcohol and the sensation of arousal pulsing through me.
Brandon had never made me feel like this before; it was boring and dry, and half the time he didn't get me off.
But something told me if I let this man in front of me have his way, I'd be worshipping him in under ten minutes.
"Feel better for being a little crazy?" he asked, tempting me with tiny licks to my upper lip that drove me wild.
"There are a lot of things a woman could do to be crazy..." I shuddered and clenched my core as the temperature of the room skyrocketed, heating my skin.
"Like?" He was toying with me, strumming my back like a guitar, making pulses of arousal vibrate through me.
"Like throw herself at the first available man just to get back at her cheating ex."
I didn't know who I was or what I was doing. Those words should never have come out of my mouth, but when they lined up and marched out like tiny soldiers hell-bent on pushing me out the door of the moving plane, I didn't try to stop them.
A low rumble erupted from Kade's chest, shaking my palms as he pulled me back against his body.
"A man like me?" Kade's lips danced dangerously close to mine, but I was feeling shy suddenly.
This was wrong—morally black. I was technically still engaged, though that would be over the very instant I saw Brandon's cheating face again.
And it would be difficult to extricate myself from this—who gets the chance to sit and talk to a person like Kade Kingston, let alone make out with him?
But I bit my lip and nodded at him as my eyes batted seductively. Who was I? Where was this coming from? How did innocent, good-girl Lainey turn into this naughty, wild-child seductress?
"God, woman," Kade growled against my mouth as he claimed it again, but this time he was the aggressor. His fingers curled around my neck, pulling me harder against his lips; then they tangled in my hair, angling my head so he could deepen the kiss and search my entire mouth with his tongue.
I couldn't help it. Comparing him to Brandon was the only thing on my mind. Brandon was boring and safe and so vanilla, but I had a feeling Kade would be every bit as wild and passionate in the sack as this kiss was here in public. So I poured myself into it, too.
My fingers searched his chest, then slid up into his hair and fisted it. When his lips traveled to my jaw, and then my pulse point, sucking softly, I let out a moan of pleasure. I wanted him so badly it literally hurt. My core screamed to be sated, but my conscience kept screaming at me.
"Drink," I gasped, as I pulled back, but the bottle was already in Kade's hand. I finished the last few dribbles in my glass, then those in his, and he chuckled.
"Easy, girl," he chided with a chuckle. "You'll want to remember this... I promise." He held the bottle just out of my reach, then claimed my mouth again as he eased himself off the chair, bottle in hand and started backing away.
My purse still dangled from one arm, which remained draped over his shoulder as his lips pulled me along. When I dared glance over my shoulder at the ruined train lying on the floor by the barstool, Kade pulled me into his hips and ground against my thigh.
"I'll get it cleaned by morning,” he whispered, then bit my earlobe and growled. It was the smirk on the bartender's face that seared my conscience again.
Cleaned by morning?
Remember this?
Kade Kingston wasn't here to make out with me. He was taking me to his room.
I physically felt the color drain from my face as I looked back at him and he held the bottle up between us.
I kissed him to be wild. I chose this because Brandon trashed my heart and our relationship and everything I thought was good and right.
I refused to feel guilty for the choices I was making, because he clearly did not feel guilty for what he'd done to me.
If so he'd have come to me, called off the wedding, postponed things—anything to make it right.
The rum burned down my throat deliciously before I got lost again in Kade's consuming kisses. I had no recollection of where we were, just a few dings, and the hiss of doors opening and shutting. Then he pressed me against an elevator wall and started inching my skirt up my thigh.
"That man will regret the day he hurt you, baby. You're so frickin hot. He doesn't deserve you." Kade's hot words against my flesh made goosebumps rise on every exposed inch of skin.
"Oh God," I whimpered, when he dropped to his knees and shoved the white satin up my legs higher before burying his face between my thighs. His teeth raked over my silk panties, and he used his lips to bite down on my clit, which made me jump and jolt.
This was insane—like Girls Gone Wild unhinged. I hadn't ever had sex with anyone but Brandon, and he never went down on me, and here was Kade Kingston—celebrity persona, billionaire playboy—on his knees ready to devour me.
I pushed on his head and whimpered, but he only dived in harder, licking at the moisture that had soaked through my panties and puddled there. His tongue felt like magic and he wasn't even touching me yet; how ungodly would it be when he had me bare?
"Kade," I breathed, tugging a fistful of his hair as the elevator slowed. He rose up slowly, narrowing his hooded eyes as he locked them on my face and I shimmied my skirt back into place.
When he swigged from the bottle, I whined and stole it from him, using the drink as a distraction from the panic now swelling in my chest. I wanted this so bad, but I had never done anything like this in my life.
It wasn’t a rush of adrenaline; it was a deluge of cortisol. I didn't recognize myself.
"You okay?" he grumbled, pulling the bottle from my hand, and I nodded as I used the back of my hand to wipe away a few drops that escaped.
"Fine," I gasped, resolving in my mind to ride this out. Kade was a god as far as hot men went, and I intended to soak this up—damn the consequences.
He grinned at me and took my hand, stepping out as the doors swished open. His room was right around the corner from the bank of elevators, and in under thirty seconds we were locked inside tearing each other's clothing off.
He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him. I didn't look where it landed. My hands were already on his belt, fumbling with the buckle because my fingers were shaking and the alcohol made everything feel slippery and urgent.
Kade let me struggle for about three seconds before he took over.
One smooth tug and the belt was gone. Pants hit the floor next.
Then the briefs. He didn’t even hesitate, which made my throat tighten.
He was so confident in himself while I stood there trembling and wondering why he even wanted me in his room.
I stared—I couldn't help it. My mouth watered even though I told myself I wasn't that kind of girl.
Muscle shifted under his skin when he breathed. Not gym-pumped fake muscle, but real and earned. And dark hair dusted his pecs, then trailed down the center of his abdomen in a thin line below his defined abs—six clear ridges, the V of his obliques cutting sharp toward his groin…
And lower.
Kade was a god, bronzed and solid, and staring at me like I was his meal.
"Oh God," I mumbled as he backed me against the wall. Every alarm bell in my body rang simultaneously like the roar of a crowd at a concert, cheering me on.
His fingers brushed my hair from my shoulders, fallen out of the French twist I'd half torn out when I yanked the veil off my head in my car earlier. Then he reached behind me and unzipped the zipper on the satin gown.
For a moment I hesitated and clutched the heavy material to my chest. No man had ever seen me naked except Brandon. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I'd chosen the sexy panties when I thought it would be me and him in bed tonight, and maybe the guilt was creeping in finally, but I wasn't sure.
Not until Kade took my wrists and gently lifted my arms away from my body, letting the cocktail dress fall and puddle around my feet. His chin lifted, eyes flooding with dark lust that made his pupils blow wide, and his chest puffed out hard, like he was trying to control himself.