14. Kaycia
Chapter 14
Kaycia
I ’m standing naked in Shane’s living room, still trembling from whatever magic he just worked with his mouth, when he pulls me toward his bed.
I follow without question. Something about Shane makes me want to abandon all propriety that might make me have second thoughts. I would have been happy for him to have me against the bathroom wall or in a brick alleyway with the way he makes me feel. The way my heart stutters when I catch him looking at me from the corner of his eye. The way my skin heats from the barest graze of his fingers. Now I’m on fire, aching for him to keep kissing me, to taste and touch him in the same way.
He spins me when we get to his bed, lifting me under my thighs and laying me on my back on the soft, dark linen comforter where I scoot up onto the plush pillows. “It’s not fair,” I murmur while he still stands by the edge of the bed, his pants unzipped and hanging off his hips. My eyes run over the planes of his muscles; the deep vee cut at his hips that draws my attention lower.
“What?” he looks confused for a moment, his confidence wavering as his brows knit.
“That you look like that . That you’re real,” I tease, pursing my lips in false frustration, “and that you’re still wearing clothes.” The tension leaves his face and he gives a wry smile in return.
“I think we make a fine pair, baby girl. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he answers, before he sheds his pants and underwear, revealing how much he wants me. His movements are slow and sensual, almost animalistic, as he prowls toward me in the low light. I swear his eyes glow as he takes me in lying naked on his sheets. My heart thunders and heat spreads from my chest and between my thighs.
“Shane, please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Shane runs his hands over me, tracing my curves with fingers and lips as though he’s worshipping me, memorizing the planes of my body, and I can’t help but rock my hips to meet him. He groans into my hair as he slides his hard length against me, slippery with my arousal.
“Fuck, Kaycia. I knew you’d be ready for me.” He moves to my side, reaching into the nightstand drawer to grab a condom. In one quick motion, he tears open the foil packet, rolling it on before he covers me again, propped on one hand to look into my eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I answer, arching again and demanding the delicious friction of his body.
Shane lets out a breathy chuckle. “Eager aren’t we?”
“Gods, yes.”
When he slides into me, I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders as he groans into my neck. His movements are slow and sensual as he rocks his hips, like he’s savoring every second. Pleasure coils low in my belly as his speed increases, one hand gripping my hip as he thrusts.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, pulling his mouth to mine, tasting myself on him as we move together. My focus fades as my muscles coil, tightening with my release until I can only pant incoherently against his lips as I come around him. “Oh, gods.”
“Oh, fuck ,” he gasps, sliding his hand from my hip to loop under my thigh, pulling my leg up so he pushes even deeper into me. After a few moments, he shudders, my name on his lips as he moans with his climax. Stilling, he draws my lips to his, kissing me deeply. For a quiet moment, he catches his breath, running one hand over my hair while he stays balanced on his other elbow, eyes roaming over my face as I smile up at his gentleness. Pressing a kiss to my forehead he pulls out of me and rolls away, disposing of the condom before he pulls me against him. When I shift to look at him, the soft light of his bedside lamp highlights the flush on his cheeks and the light stubble peppering his jaw.
“Are you blushing?” I joke, smiling as I run my fingers over his cheek.
“Highly likely,” Shane answers with a shy smile. He steals a soft kiss, then whispers, “I hope you weren’t planning to sneak next door now.”
“Do you want me to?”
“No.” His expression shifts as if he’s nervous. “I’m not ready to let you slip away yet.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Never,” he replies, leaning over and kissing me gently. I reach up with both arms to wrap them around his shoulders as he shifts his body to hover above me, resting on his elbows. He looks down, eyes devouring the sight of my naked body beneath his. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”
“Now, I’m blushing,” I whisper. “But I also have to pee.” I giggle, kissing him once more before he rolls away with a groan as I throw off the sheet and parade through the apartment toward the bathroom wearing nothing but a satisfied grin.
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T he sun brightens the living area of Shane’s apartment the next morning, waking me earlier than I expected. I’m in a pair of his boxer briefs and a ratty band tee that smells like his laundry detergent while he’s bare-chested next to me, sleeping soundly on his stomach. Not wanting to wake him, I slip from the sheets and gather my things. I’ve never slept with a neighbor before. I’ve rarely even stayed the night with some of the guys I’ve regularly dated. I’m not sure of the protocol here, but I’d rather make him breakfast in a familiar kitchen, so I sneak out the front door and into my own apartment.
After I drop my stuff on my bed, I send Shane a text.
Good morning, sleepy head! Come over for breakfast when you’re decent (or naked, I’ll be happy either way). ;)
Starting the coffee machine, I turn my music on low and send a text to Meg in reply to her late-night check-in message letting her know the date went exceptionally well. I grin as I hit “send”. She has no idea how juicy the story I have for her is. I brush my teeth, pull my hair into a messy bun, and then head to the balcony with a cup of coffee to watch the city wake up and wait for Shane to do the same.