Chapter Seven
Kayla
I feel like I’m in an episode of the Twilight Zone or maybe teenage me fell asleep and is dreaming again.
Though I’ve never had one this vivid, and I’ve certainly never been turned on in a dream like this before.
I covertly pinch my thigh to be sure and I don’t wake up in my room covered in boy band posters.
Nope, I’m still sitting on the couch at Brooks and Austin’s with my feet in Austin’s lap while he massages them as we watch The Bachelorette. Now there’s a sentence I never imagined happening.
I’m not paying a bit of attention to the show, which usually captivates me.
Instead, I’m sneaking glances at my husband, trying to figure out what in the hell is happening.
I’ve almost blurted out the question multiple times tonight, but I’m afraid to break whatever spell is over us or to change him back into the distant Austin I’ve always known.
I’d much rather bask in the attention he’s bestowing upon me and reveling in every touch of his rough hands against my skin, causing goosebumps of epic proportions. My core clenches when his big hand comes to rest on my knee, his thumb sweeping back and forth over the inside of it.
“Kayla?”
My gaze shoots up from where it was locked on his hand touching me to find Austin studying me with his head cocked to the side. “Yeah?”
“I asked if you wanted another drink.”
“Oh, uh, I probably better not.”
“Is everything okay? You seem a little distracted. You didn’t even comment when Brian didn’t get a rose.”
“He didn’t?” My head whips towards the TV to see the credits rolling on the show. I missed the whole second half, apparently.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
My brows pinch as I scoff, sweeping my arm between us. “Are you being serious? You tell me. I’m a little confused about what’s happening here. We don’t do this. We don’t have dinner, talk, watch TV, and we certainly don’t touch.”
He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal. “Well, we are married now, so it seems like we should be doing these things. Hell, I’m ready to make this marriage real in every possible way but thought I would ease you into it.”
My jaw drops before snapping shut. “Are you suggesting what I think you are? Where is this coming from? Until a few weeks ago, you could barely stand me.”
“Well, you see, that’s not true at all. I can understand how you might think that, but the truth is I’ve wanted you for far longer than I should have.”
I swear there’s a record scratch in my brain at his announcement, and my mouth is now gaping like a fish. There’s no way I heard him right. “I need you to explain that and be very clear on what you mean.”
He clasps my hand with his as his eyes hold mine with an intensity that has my heart beating double time and does just as I request.
“I mean, I know you developed a crush on me when you turned sixteen and those feelings were not unreciprocated, but I was twenty-two years old so it’s not like anything could happen.
So I put distance between us to keep temptation at bay, not that it kept me from wanting you.
By the time you were old enough for us to have a relationship, I wasn’t sure what was happening between you and Brooks.
I didn’t want to do anything that might come between the two of you so I let the status quo stand.
When he didn’t insist on marrying you, there was no way I was going to let you marry someone else if I could help it.
I hope this is finally our chance to have a real relationship. ”
My heart races in complete opposition to my mind, which is moving at a glacial pace as I slow blink, attempting to process his words, that he wanted me back then and has for all these years.
Then it’s as if something inside me snaps and I’m scrambling across the couch, hurling myself onto his lap, thighs straddling him as I slam my mouth on his.
He doesn’t hesitate for a second, taking control, fisting my hair, and slanting my head where he wants me. There is nothing slow or sweet about it. No, this is pure chaos from years of pent up longing and desire fueling a raging inferno as we both take what has been out of reach for so long.
Teeth clash and tongues duel while hands mold to flesh and our breathing becomes ragged. My body heats from head to toe as my panties become damp. He hisses as I run my hands over his chest under his shirt, savoring the feel of the hard muscles covered in coarse hair.
He reaches behind his neck, fisting the fabric of his t-shirt before tearing it off. Then he does the same with mine. His head drops between my breasts, leaving open-mouth kisses on the mounds while he deftly unhooks the clasp of my bra, slipping it off and throwing it over his shoulder.
A whimper falls from me as he latches onto a hard nipple. My pussy pulses as a rush of wetness soaks the fabric between my legs. I grind down on his hard length beneath me. We both moan at the contact. His hands slide into my leggings, and his fingers dig into the cheeks of my ass.
“God, I love these fucking leggings. It’s been the sweetest torture watching you walk around in them, leaving nothing to the imagination,” he mutters before moving to my other breast.
My head falls back as sensations overwhelm me. There’s a buzzing in my ears as I gasp in an attempt to take in oxygen. I continue to rock against him with his encouragement from his hands on my ass.
I barrel toward a climax at record-breaking speed. My entire being is narrowed to the places we’re connected. He bites down on my nipple, and that’s all it takes for me to shatter into a million little pieces.
I should be worried, but I’m not because I know intuitively Austin will be right here to put me back together.