Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Kyle
There’s this huge knot in the back of my throat. It refuses to dislodge even after I repeatedly clear my voice. Not matter how hard I try to stay cool, on the inside, I am very nervous about what I’m doing with Zara. Or not doing. I have no idea what’s going on.
“I would like to come in and eat.”
Her voice is so soft when she speaks, on top of me panicking that I can’t clear my throat, that I almost miss her saying anything.
“Of course!”
I jump out of the truck before rushing to her side. With one hand on the handle of the door, I take a deep breath in and open it with a flourish. Zara doesn’t meet my eyes, but she does allow me to help her down.
She takes a moment to look around as she takes in the small front yard and non descriptive porch.
I’ve never cared about where I lived as long as the roof over my head was solid, it had running water and indoor plumbing.
Now, as I watch Zara taking it all in, I try to look at things from her perspective, wondering what she sees.
“Do you rent this?” she finally asks.
That’s the last thing I thought she’d ask. “Uh, no.” I run a hand through my hair. “It’s mine. I own it,” I add like I’m not repeating myself with each sentence.
“Wow. That’s… Good for you!” She turns wide eyes my way.
“I’m not a total bum, I swear.”
I’m only teasing her, but she takes it to heart. Her eyes fill with worry.
“I am so sorry if I gave you the impression that I thought badly of you. I just…”
She takes a couple of deep breaths in, seemingly at a loss for words.
“I tend to judge people,” she confesses.
I can’t deal with how adorable she looks when she says that. She is equal parts defiant and embarrassed by the fact.
“I gathered as much.”
Trying really hard not to laugh, I grab her by the hand and pull her with me as I walk toward my front door. Unlocking the door, I make sure to turn the lights on before stepping in and bringing her with me. Once the door is closed, I open my arms wide while still holding on to her hand.
“Welcome to Chateaux Kyle . Living room here…”
I point toward the area in question, which is obvious since we’re basically standing in it.
“Kitchen is over there,” I continue. “A bathroom at the end of the hallway, two bedrooms on the right, some closet space on the left.”
Zara takes everything in, her eyes scanning the space, looking like she is paying attention to every single detail.
“This is really nice, Kyle.” She gives me a tentative smile. “And clean,” she adds.
I shrug at that. “I have a cleaning lady.”
She stares at me like she’s trying to figure out if I am serious or not. But then, she glances away nervously. Her fingers flex against mine a couple of times, making me wonder if she wants me to let go of her.
“I’m a little nervous.” She attempts to laugh, but the comes out hollow. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to come here with you.”
I playfully swing her arm in between us, going back and forth in a hypnotic move.
“I will take you back to your car the second you say the word,” I promise, and actually mean it.
Zara brings her free hand up and covers her mouth with it.
I’m not sure what to make of any of this.
It has never happened to me where I would bring a girl home and she got cold feet the minute she stepped foot into my house.
I don’t know if I should be offended, or maybe I’m really losing my touch with the opposite sex.
“I don’t want to go,” she mumbles from behind her hand, but I can’t be sure.
I clear my throat. “So… you want to hang out here for a bit?”
She bobs her head up and down in confirmation. When she brings her eyes to meet mine, I see fear in them. I don’t understand this at all. I have never in my life mistreated anyone, let alone a girl I wanted to get into my bed.
Someone knocking loudly against the door makes us both jump.
“That scared me,” she chuckles nervously while pressing a hand to her chest.
I give her hand a quick squeeze before opening the door. The move is abrupt enough that it startles the person on the other side.
“Food delivery!” He brings the bags up in front of him as if to show proof of it.
I grab the bags and sign the receipt, making sure to add more to the tip, before closing the door in his face.
“We can sit over here,” I tell Zara, but don’t wait to see if she’s following me.
Placing the bags on the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room, I take the food containers out and throw the bags to the side.
“It smells really good,” Zara murmurs from behind me.
There’s this weird vibe in the air. I don’t know how to explain it.
It’s like the room is suddenly too small.
I don’t give a shit about the food, but I force myself to stay focused on it, worried that I will somehow mess something up and Zara is going to run out of here like she’s scared for her life.
Once the food containers are open, with napkins and plasticware ready to be used, I rest my hands on my hips and let out a long breath of air.
“What do you want to drink?” I ask.
I almost trip over my own feet when there is no answer coming from Zara. When I turn around to look at her, I find her intense gaze on me. She suddenly looks different. I have no idea if it is the way the lighting falls on her, making her look like she’s an angel. Or… I’m hallucinating.
“Are you okay?” I force myself to ask.
She licks at her lips nervously. That’s something I’ve noticed her doing a lot, especially when she feels a bit stressed.
“I…”
She stops talking, and I swear I just broke into a sweat. I don’t know what she’s about to tell me, but it feels important. I am willing to drop to my knees at her feet and beg her to take me out of my misery.
“I want you to kiss me again.”
Her voice trembles when she speaks, and while my first instinct is to pounce on her, I hold myself back. Someone should give me a prize for this.
“Please kiss me again,” she begs when I don’t do anything.
Let it be noted that I gave her time to take it back.
That is my last thought before I take a step forward and grab her face, pulling her into me. She is ready for me, lips already parted, moaning in delight when my tongue dives in without any ceremony.
I kiss her like I might actually die if I don’t. We’re both breathing heavy, but I’d rather pass out due to lack of oxygen to the brain then stop this. With that said, we both need to come up for air.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper to her, my hands still firmly placed on each side of her face. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Kyle,” she sighs softly, a pretty blush taking over her cheeks. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
Feeling like I am on a mission, I start walking her backwards, with the final destination being my bedroom. With each step we take, I place another kiss on her lips. Every time it wants to turn steamier and stop our progress in reaching my bed, I pull back and stare into her eyes.
“You’re all I want.”
She sinks her lips into her bottom lip, and I let out a long groan of need.
“I can’t wait to do exactly that to your lips,” I promise. “I will devour every inch of your perfect skin…”
Zara’s face is now on fire. “You don’t know that,” she whispers.
“Know what?” I give her another open mouthed kiss, completely lost in the flavor that is so uniquely her.
“That my skin is perfect,” she explains when I stop kissing her and continue walking.
By now, we are in front of the door to my bedroom. Since the cleaning lady left it open while I was out, all we have to do is enter. I rotate us so that I am the one walking backward now. The moment I feel the frame of the bed behind me, I stop.
“Kyle…”
Zara sighs as I let go of her mouth and run my lips down her face, pressing kisses on the delicate column of her neck. When I reach the soft spot where it meets the shoulder, I suck hard. Zara’s hands clench into my shirt, holding me firmly close to her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I mumble as I asses the damage. The mark I left behind turns me on even more.
I take a small step back without actually disconnecting our bodies.
I blindly reach for her hand, applying a bit of pressure on it when she won’t let go of my shirt.
When she finally does, I slowly drag it down my body until we reach the section right under my waist. I am hard enough to pound concrete, and if I don’t feel her wrapped around my cock anytime soon, I will lose my mind.
“You want this…” I groan around another kiss.
She doesn’t answer quickly enough, and I freeze, with one hand in her hair and the other pressing her hand over my very hard cock that’s still covered in clothing.
“I do want this.”
Her words are the ultimate aphrodisiac. I can feel myself growing more against the palm of her hand, something I didn’t think was possible.
The time for thinking has come and gone.
I am now functioning on instinct only. I take my hand off hers, daring her without words to remove it as well.
But she doesn’t. In fact, she flexes her fingers around my very obvious erection and squeezes.
At first, I barely feel it. But then, she gets braver, and she squeezes harder.
“Fuck!” The word is ripped from my soul. I drop my head back and close my eyes, enjoying every second of it.
Once I am able to focus, I take in her outfit, already figuring out the fastest way to remove it from her luscious body. I have no doubt that what’s waiting for me underneath was surely worth the wait.
I know that I just met her, and there was no actual waiting involved, but, to me, in this moment, it feels like an eternity. And I can’t take anymore of this.
“Take off my shirt.”
My voice comes out like I just swallowed glass.
I am grateful when Zara doesn’t question me, though.
Instead, she follows my direction. For a split second, I regret having told her that because it means she has to let go of my cock.
But since I plan on her touching a lot of it for the rest of the night, I can deal with it.
Zara’s hands are shaking when she messes with the bottom of my shirt.
It feels like forever when she starts pushing it higher up my torso, taking her time with every each she uncovers.
She seems particularly fascinated by the definition in my stomach, tracing the lines until I think I am about to lose my mind.
When she reaches my shoulders, I have to lower my knees a bit so she can pull it over my head, stealing another scorching kiss once the shirt is out of the way.
Her hands feel like they are burning holes into my skin when she touches me again. I want to see the print of her fingers tattooed over my ribs. That way I will never forget that she was mine, even if for a very brief period.
I drop down to the mattress, which puts my face at the same level as her breasts.
The shirt she’s wearing is silky to the touch, making me worry for a second that I will damage it if I pull on it too hard.
Based on what I know of her so far, I don’t think she would appreciate me destroying anything that belongs to her.
“I can’t wait to see all of you,” I whisper, giving her a wink for good measure.
Zara fidgets with the waistband of the dress pants she’s wearing. I am convinced that she is seconds away from backing out of this. Prepared to beg, my heart stops in my chest when she pulls the blouse over her head, then lets it fall to the floor.
I can’t hear anything over all the blood that’s rushed to my head. Actually, not all of it because it feels like the circulation has been cut in my cock. If I don’t remove my jeans in the next five seconds, nothing good will come out of this.
Completely unaware of the tumultuous thoughts inside my head, Zara unzips her pants, and they drop past her hips. She slides out of her very sensible looking shoes, which she pushes to the side with her foot, then removes her pants all the way.
I blink once, twice, completely mesmerized by the picture she makes in front of me. She stands proudly in only her bra and underwear, a perfect matching set that’s got to be the plainest I have ever seen. It makes me want her so much more.
Unable to wait any longer, my arm wraps around her waist, and I am just about to throw her on the bed behind me before I climb on top of her, when she stops me.
“You’re not getting naked?”
She sounds very concerned at the prospect.
Since I don’t want her to get out of this head space and think of things that might convince her to leave here before we do the deed, I guide her back only enough for me to undo my jeans.
Without any ceremony, I push them down my hips and past my knees, before removing my shoes and taking the jeans off altogether. My socks follow in quick succession.
Zara stares down, and I can only hope that the look on her face is of extreme excitement as opposed to fear. But I’m not gonna lie, she does look a little scared.
I should ask her if this is still okay. But I’m worried about what she might tell me, so I bend down and kiss her. We can’t stop now. I need her.