Chapter Twenty-Two
Rick
Rick expected Kaylee to run, to escape to her bedroom and slam the door.
To lock it and keep him as far away from her as possible, but to his surprise, she stepped into him, gripping the back of his head and bringing his mouth back down to hers.
Rick knew it was wrong, even as he reached down and gripped her thighs, lifting her up against him, pushing her back into the wall.
That little dress she was wearing had been driving him crazy all morning as he watched her legs cross and uncross, wondering what was underneath.
He hiked it up, curling the material in his fists until only a scrap of cotton and denim was between them. Rick could feel the warmth of her pussy against the front of his jeans and wanted to be closer.
This was crazy, but he’d realized at book club nothing, not even his job, could stop him from wanting Kaylee.
He’d never felt so out of control, so desperate to be close to anyone, and it terrified him, of course it did, but it was also exhilarating.
And she wanted him, too. Rick knew it by the way her breath hitched when he moved in close, and while he wasn’t a manwhore with women, he also wasn’t a monk.
Kaylee’s reaction to him was intoxicating.
Addictive. Her need was the one thing she couldn’t or didn’t hide from the world, and he wanted all of it.
Rick reached under the skirt of her dress, gripping her underwear in his right hand and yanking, the sound of the tearing fabric combined with her harsh gasp lyrical, and he groaned as his fingers brushed the warm, bare skin beneath.
His fingers trailed down over the softness of her pussy, slipping inside her labia and gliding down until he found her entrance.
Rick pressed deeper, rubbing the outside of her center until his fingers were soaking wet and she was letting out high-pitched little mewls, but he wanted more.
He wanted her writhing and bucking against him, screaming his name as she came all over his hand.
Teasing her, he slowly dragged his fingers upward until he found the small, hidden nub.
Rick lazily made circles with his finger, applying pressure to her clit.
Kaylee rocked her hips, moaning, her hands gripping his hair.
Her legs locked around his waist, and his free hand cupped her ass while he continued to work Kaylee’s clit.
His hand gyrated at lightning speed as he felt the little cluster pulsate under his fingers, and when her head flew back, breaking their kiss, his mouth found her throat, chasing the pulse there.
Rick kissed along the smooth column as he curled two fingers inside her, continuing to stroke her with his thumb, back and forth, while his fingers rubbed against the rough skin inside her.
Her muscles tightened, and he took her mouth again, collecting her moan as her muscles clenched, pulling him farther inside her.
When her legs started shaking and her body rocked into him, he moved faster, silently understanding her need.
Kaylee cried out into his mouth and trembled against him, her orgasm drenching his fingers.
He slid down her body, keeping her upright, and adjusted her legs over his shoulders.
Rick ducked his head beneath her skirt, and his tongue licked all the way up her seam until he found her clit, pushing against it, sucking it, tormenting it.
He licked up every ounce of her orgasm until he sensed another was building again, and she bucked against his mouth, holding on for dear life.
He gripped her ass in his hands, pressing deeper, harder, faster, and then she was screaming his name, loud enough the neighbors could probably hear, and he didn’t fucking care.
All he wanted to do was stay right here with the sweet, musky taste of Kaylee on his tongue.
Her leg slid off his shoulders, and she sank to the floor, ending up straddling his lap.
Her skirt gathered at her waist between them, and they sat there breathing heavily.
Rick licked his lips before reaching up and tangling his hands in her hair and bringing her mouth back to his.
She could probably taste herself on his lips, and the thought made him so hard, he thought he was gonna come in his pants.
When he broke the kiss, Kaylee whispered, “What did we just do?”
Rick laughed softly. “I have to explain it to you?”
“No, I mean, what are we doing? You’re you, and I’m me.”
He didn’t have an answer for her, when he had just violated everything he had been working toward.
He could be sanctioned or even fired for crossing this line, but he obviously wasn’t the good guy because he didn’t care; there wasn’t an ounce of remorse in his body, and he had no idea what that meant.
It took him a moment to realize that the incessant chattering sound in the background was Kaylee’s freaking guinea pig. Rick smoothed back her hair and stared into her stormy hazel eyes when he said, “I am going to stuff that guinea pig if he doesn’t stop nattering at me.”
Kaylee laughed. “Imagine if he were a dog.”
“He probably would’ve been biting my ass the whole time.”
“He might still be thinking about that if he ever escapes his enclosure.”
Rick leaned over, kissing the tip of her nose. “The only one I want biting my ass is you.”
Kaylee started, then burst into hysterical laughter. “That’s not exactly my kink.”
“Oh, so you have a kink?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t really explored anything enough to know.”
“What do you mean?”
Kaylee ran her hand over his chest, leaving her palm there, and he wondered if she noticed his heartbeat pick up speed.
Just being close to Kaylee and hearing her voice did extraordinary things to him.
“Well, with the exception of a fumbling boyfriend in high school and a few short relationships in college, I haven’t slept with very many people, so we never got to the kink phase. ”
Rick grinned. “I didn’t realize there was a kink phase.”
Kaylee’s face flushed. “It comes when you’ve been with someone for a very long time.”
“How long is a long time?”
“A year or so? Things get a little stale in the bedroom, and suddenly, you’re talking about role-playing in a hotel bar. What are your kinks?”
“I don’t have any,” he said.
“Really?” She looked doubtful.
“Nothing out of the normal realm. Blow jobs. Sex.” He leaned forward, his voice lowering. “Eating your pussy. Feeling you come around my fingers.” His lips were resting next to her ear now. “Around my cock.”
She shivered against him, and he took that as a sign that she liked that idea, unless …
“Are you cold?” he asked.
Kaylee shook her head, and Rick kissed her lips gently, teasing the corners of her mouth with his tongue until he felt her hands between them on his belt. He stilled, their gazes clashing as she slipped the buckle out of the first loop and popped open the button of his jeans.
“We haven’t done that last one yet.”
Fuck, she knew exactly how to make him insane.
Even as he wanted to rip off his pants and feel her hand on him, Rick let her control everything, watching her drag the zipper down.
Her hand reached inside until it wrapped around his hard dick, gliding her thumb over the tip, and he threw back his head, murmuring her name.
Someone knocked on the front door.
Rick jerked up, throwing Kaylee off balance, and she fell back, hitting her head on the wall. Rick cursed and grabbed her, pulling her against him. “Are you all right?”
“No, that hurt,” she mumbled, rubbing the back of her head.
“Kaylee?” Josie called through the door. “Are you in there?”
Kaylee climbed off his lap, and Rick let her go, watching her get to her feet a little unsteadily. She tried to tame her disheveled hair by running her fingers through it, scanning the room.
“Where’s my underwear?” Kaylee asked.
Rick looked around for the torn panties but didn’t see them.
“I don’t know,” he said.
Josie knocked again, calling her name.
“I’m coming,” Kaylee said.
Rick caught her hand before she could get away. “You’re not letting her inside, are you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because we were right in the middle of something.” He let her hand go, launching himself to his feet with his belt unbuckled and his pants still wide open. Rick gathered her to him, his arms loosely wrapped around her. “I’m not done with you yet.”