Chapter 5 Kinsley
KINSLEY
Thank you for letting me see you.
Dammit, he’s adorable and exactly what I need in this moment. About halfway through the night, he stopped looking at me like he’s in awe of simply being in my presence. I like that he’s starting to be himself with me.
“Roy?” I call when he’s halfway to the door, his messenger bag still on the floor where he left it.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
I think he’s going to argue with me the way he has with everything else since we started this, but he doesn’t. He takes a step forward and then another until he’s standing in front of me, his cheeks pink as his eyes drop to my mouth.
So far so good.
Invading my space, he places one hand on my hip, the other cradling the side of my face as he brushes his lips against mine.
It’s sweet.
Sensual.
Unhurried.
Royce takes his time, tilting my face up and sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips as little zaps of electricity race down my spine.
He pulls me tighter against him, deepening the kiss and making me moan. It surprises both of us and makes me want to grind against him, but he wrenches back, his eyes a little wild as he stares at me.
“That was a good kiss,” I tell him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his lips remain parted the slightest bit. It makes me want to bite the bottom one—so I do.
Leaning forward, I give in to temptation and nip at his full bottom lip. He grunts, his fingers flexing against my hip.
He likes that.
“I saw a kiss like that in a movie once—always wanted to try it,” he admits.
“Which one?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Then it’s homework.”
“It’s not fair that you ask me questions after scrambling my brain,” he murmurs.
“You look sexy all flustered.”
“You need to stop talking before I really embarrass myself and ask you to marry me.”
My heart soars as high as it falls with that one admission. Leaning forward, I kiss him softly. “I’m not the marrying kind,”—I swallow hard, the words like acid as they leave my throat—“but I’ll help you find the girl that is.”
His expression is unreadable as he takes a step back. “I’ll draft up the paperwork.”
“Competence is sexy,” I say with a wink, and he snorts.
“Sure.” Slinging his bag over his chest, he turns back enough to look at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait.”
ROYCE
It’s a good thing I live down the hall because had I needed to navigate an actual distance home, I would have been screwed.
Kinsley Dane kissed me twice.
And god damn was it good.
It takes me a couple of tries to get my key in the lock, and I stifle a laugh, my mind running away with the euphemism. Good thing Kinsley is gonna help me figure that out.
God, I’m such a loser.
Dropping my bag onto the counter, I scrub my hands down my face.
What the hell am I doing?
I’d never had a woman completely send me spiraling—I’d never cared enough. The problem is that my part crush, part obsession had been so completely unobtainable it was easy to keep it in check.
Now, however, I’ve kissed her and felt her pressed against me with the promise of more—physically at least.
She’s nothing like the media portrays her, a fact that had been confirmed every time I ran into her in the last two years and even more so now that we’ve spent actual time together.
Could I do this without making a fool of myself? Without falling for her?
I’ve never been in love, but I never really tried either.
Now, I just need to make sure I don’t fall for Kinsley. The thought is sobering because I could fall for her, but I’d never know if it was infatuation or real and I couldn’t take advantage of her either.
She’d shown me the cracks in her armor, the woman underneath her carefully refined image. Kinsley Dane, pro athlete, is a bombshell, but Kinsley Dane, hater of almond-flavored lattes and defender of computer geeks with abysmal social skills, is everything.
And now my cock is hard.
Again.
I shouldn’t but I feel like she’d probably be disappointed if I didn’t.
Screw it.
Toeing off my shoes, I leave them by the door and walk to the bathroom and turn the water all the way to hot as I strip off my clothes. I curse the second the spray touches my skin, scrambling to turn the handle to something less likely to give me third-degree burns.
It should be enough to divert my attention, but it isn’t. I need the relief.
I’m desperate for it.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I hiss as I squeeze and stroke myself, thinking of all the little things my brain had captured being with Kinsley.
The flirty touches.
Sexy glances.
The way she pinned me against the door and kissed me.
The way she demanded I kiss her again.
I grunt as my orgasm rips through me, the evidence painted on the shower wall as I brace myself and try to catch my breath.
The odds of me surviving this little deal are slim but hell if I’m gonna turn back now. If Kinsley wants to coach me, I’ll be the best damn student she’s ever seen.