Chapter 3
Anna
Iturn the corner toward the bathroom, where I saw Kyle go.
But the door is open, and it’s empty. Oh. I guess he didn’t go in there.
Just then, I hear a noise coming from the door that leads to the garage. He must be in there getting something to drink. Nick and his roommates keep a stash of extra beverages in there whenever they throw a party.
I take a breath, silently willing my nerves away. Then I open the door and walk into the garage, which is pitch black.
I feel around the wall, but I can’t find the light switch. I huff out a breath, annoyed. Whatever. I’ll just leave the door cracked open, so I’m not completely blind.
I open my mouth to call out for Kyle, but I hear a rustling noise to my left. Nerves flicker inside my tummy. He’s right there, just a few feet from me.
All I have to do is think of something cute and witty to say, then kiss him.
But my brain is useless. I’m too nervous to think of anything.
Screw it. I take a step forward into the darkness. With the light filtering into the garage from the house, I can barely see him just a few feet away from me. He’s crouched down over a cooler.
A second later, he stands up and turns to me. It’s too dark to see his face, and suddenly I’m grateful for that. It’s going to be a lot easier to make a move on him if I don’t have to look him in the eye.
“Hey.” Nerves have made my voice low, soft, and raspy all at once. I sound way sexier and more confident than I normally do.
I walk up to him and press my hand on his chest. Damn. That’s some solid muscle. Kyle’s a lot more ripped than he looks.
I let out a shaky breath. Before I can talk myself out of it, I press my mouth against his.
He lets out a surprised noise. All low and muffled against my mouth. But then, a second later, he relaxes. His lips turn pliant and soft. He parts his mouth, and I feel the gentle slickness of his tongue teasing me.
Oh. I like this. I like how soft and playful Kyle is when he kisses.
A beat later, his hands fall to my waist. His grip tightens, and he pulls me against him.
I relax into him, my nerves fading.
He presses his fingers against the hinge of my jaw. Goosebumps race across my skin at the warmth of his touch. He tilts my face back, deepening the angle of our kiss.
He swoops his tongue in my mouth, gently lapping and teasing. I moan. He growls softly into my mouth, which makes me shiver. Oh, damn. His grip on my waist tightens, and he pulls me harder against him.
I relax even more against his body. Poppy was right. He wants this—he wants me. I just needed to make the first move.
His tongue moves in a slow, teasing rhythm. Like he’s savoring me, my taste.
I reach up and drag my fingers through his hair. He groans, all rough and raspy.
A faint pulse lands between my legs. Oh, wow. I love it when a guy makes noise when we’re fooling around. So many guys are silent, and I have no way to gauge if they actually like what I’m doing.
But Kyle is making it very clear he likes the way I’m kissing him. He likes that I’m pulling his hair. He likes how I’m touching him.
He kisses me harder. We’re both breathing faster.
His grip on my waist tightens, and he walks me back. My ass hits something solid and hard.
A second later, he breaks our kiss to haul me onto whatever this solid thing is. My mouth parts open as I gasp. Holy hell, that was sexy. I’ve never been picked up by a guy. I really, really like it.
Before I can say anything, he grips my chin roughly, then kisses me, hard.
Oh, damn. I like that too. I like his quiet strength, the way he moves me where he wants me.
For a second, I’m totally thrown off. I didn’t think Kyle was this…dominant. He doesn’t come off that way at all when we’re in class or hanging out.
I tug my fingers through his hair, relishing the rough grunt he lets out.
I’m making these soft, desperate sounds that I’ve never, ever made during a makeout session.
But I can’t help it. I’m so turned on. More turned on than I have been in a long, long time.
This is the most aroused I’ve ever felt when kissing a guy, ever.
I’m hot all over. That ache between my legs has morphed into a full-fledged throb. I want more. I need more.
I tug on the hem of his t-shirt, then slide my palm underneath. When I feel how hard and defined his stomach is, my breath catches. Holy crap. Kyle’s got the body of an Adonis. He is ripped.
He grabs my hips and pulls me flush against him. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him. And that’s when I feel his hard dick against me.
I don’t know what comes over me. I feel dizzy, like I’m in a frenzy. I need to feel closer to him. I need more.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m pulling down the zipper of his jeans and reaching inside his boxers. When I feel his hard length in my hand, I gasp into his mouth.
Kyle is packing.
A low, rough chuckle falls from his mouth while he kisses me. He likes this. He wants me to keep going.
Raw want surges through me as I jerk him in my hand.
This is crazy. I don’t care, though. I want this. I want him. Right now.
He pulls down my top and the cup of my bra along with it. The cold air of the garage makes my nipple pebble, but a second later, he breaks our kiss and leans his face down, capturing my nipple in his mouth.
I gasp, taking all the air in the room with me.
He swirls his hot, wet, warm tongue all over the hard bud. I whimper. Oh, god. That is so good.
A second later, he presses the palm of his hand between my legs, right against my clit.
I let out a desperate, whiny noise that doesn’t even sound like me.
But I can’t help it. My body is responding all on its own.
This is the single hottest makeout I’ve ever had in my life.
The way he’s touching me, the way he’s working his mouth and tongue over my body…
He flicks his tongue harder and faster against my nipple. My head falls back, feeling heavy and dizzy all at once.
“Oh god, Kyle…yes…”
He stops suddenly. And then, a moment later, he pulls away from me.
I’m cold at the loss of contact. And confused. Why did he stop?
My head spins as I hear the sound of footsteps. For a second, I panic, thinking someone’s walked in on us. But then I realize it’s the sound of him walking away from me.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, light fills the garage. The sudden brightness hurts my eyes, so I close them.
“What are you…”
I trail off right as I open my eyes and see the man standing in front of me.
The man who’s not Kyle.
My stomach lands at my feet. Dread pools in the pit of my gut.
Oh god no…no way…
My unbelieving eyes take in the sight of him. Those piercing, gunmetal-blue eyes, all hard and angry. That thick mass of hair, messy from when I dragged my fingers through it. His jeans undone from when I pulled his hard cock out and stroked him.
My stomach lurches. I think I’m gonna be sick.
I just had the hottest makeout of my life with Travis Maxton.