Chapter Twenty-Six
LEXI
I didn’t know how long he had held me for. It could’ve been hours or it could’ve been minutes. Eventually, the sobs ceased, and my body stopped shaking.
For a moment, he didn’t let go. He continued to hold me, and part of me wondered if he felt it too? Did he feel the tension?
“I’m sorry,” I said, mumbling into his shirt, before pulling back. I wiped the tears from my face and noticed the dampness of his shirt.
Oops.
When I looked in his eyes, though, they never wavered from mine. There wasn’t a smile on his face, and he didn’t move away from me.
“Kayden?” I asked; he was too quiet. Something was wrong.
He kept his gaze on mine, “Hmm?”
“Are you okay? You’re not blinking.”
It was like he was wrestling with an inner demon because he couldn’t take his eyes off mine and if I didn’t know any better, he was about to do something.
Before I could ask him again, he tilted my chin up, him standing above me as I remained in the chair.
“Lex,” he whispered, and if I were standing, my knees would’ve literally wobbled because the way he said my name about undid me.
I cleared my throat, licking my lips and his gaze lowered. “Yeah.”
His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me up and off the stool, where I was flushed up against his body. My cheeks heated, and suddenly, I wanted all deals to be off. I wanted him, and I’d hoped he wanted me.
His gaze darkened, and before he could think better of it, he leaned down, pressing his lips against mine.
My eyes closed, and as the kiss started off gently, it quickly turned heated. The hand on my back went under my shirt; his firm, calloused hand touching my skin set me on fire.
His tongue pushed through my lips and met mine, and a moan escaped my lungs. All thoughts, gone, I didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
He reached down, placing his hands under my butt, and lifting me up so my legs could wrap around him. Food completely forgotten, he carried me into the master bedroom, laying me on the bed.
Were we doing this? Was this actually going to happen?
My stupid inner voice wouldn’t shut up, and as I lay on the bed, partially sitting up, resting on my elbows, I watched him for a minute. I bit my lip, wondering what he was going to do next, and my eyes widened when he took off his shirt and threw it to the side.
Damn, it’s getting hot in here...I need a cold shower and stat.
He came over and helped me pull my shirt over my head, his gaze darkening as my red bra perfectly outlined my c-cup breasts. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
I swallowed, and shook my head. No one had ever called me that, and hearing it from his lips, my supposed enemy, I didn’t know what to think.
He leaned over, taking my lips once again, our tongues colliding. His hands reached behind my back, unclasping the bra in a move I didn’t know he could do, letting it fall to the side. When my chest was fully exposed to him, he broke away, taking my hardened nipples into his mouth.
Oh, fuck.
The feeling went all the way to my core as he licked, sucked and rubbed them. Then, thinking I’d reached my high for the moment, he pulled back, his fingers going to the hem of my leggings, slowly rolling them down my hips and off my legs.
My red underwear was on display, and the excitement in my bones sent tingles straight to my core. He displayed kisses all the way from my breasts to my stomach and kept going. His fingers looped into the underwear, pulling it down my hips enough for the rest of me to be completely exposed.
My eyes closed when his tongue met that particular sweet spot, my fingers tangling in his hair, never wanting this moment to stop. The movement of his tongue licking up and down my clit, left me completely unhinged.
The temperature in the room rose, and I suddenly wanted to get all of his clothes off. I yanked on his hair, and he lifted his head, his gaze colliding with mine. He licked his lips and fuck, if I wasn’t a goner.
I gave him my best come fuck me gaze, and all bets were off.
He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and tossed them on the floor, coming up to meet my lips.
He caught the moan on my lips with his as he plunged into me, his hips starting to roll.
His lips moved to my neck, and I couldn’t keep the moans quiet.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He whispered in my ear, and picked up the pace. Kayden was ruining me from the inside out, and I never wanted him to stop.
“Please, don’t stop.” I whispered, wanting more.
He leaned back, lifting my legs over his shoulder, making him go deeper. He grabbed onto my breasts and held on as he went faster and faster.
His fingers reached down and rubbed my clit, the orgasm within reach.
“Ah,” I yelled, eyes rolling to the back of my head when I completely unraveled before him.
Once he knew I had orgasmed, the fire in his eyes was brighter than I’d ever seen it, and he quickened his thrusts until he pulled out, coming all over his hand. He quickly hopped off, went into the bathroom and cleaned up.
I laid there, trying to catch my breaths, exhaustion seeping in. My body rolled over, taking the comforter and placing it over my shoulders. I nestled deeply into the blankets, and let my mind drift into a dreamless sleep for the first time in a very long time.
Hours later, my eyes blinked open to find that I was the only one in the room. I sat up, looking for his clothes and they were off the floor, not a trace left.
I threw the covers off, and quickly got dressed, trying to figure out where he’d gone. My phone was on the nightstand, and it started to ring.
It was Hazel, but once again, I ignored it. She’s going to kill me.
When I came out of the room, Kayden was in the kitchen, but something about him was different. His posture was rigid as he stood over the island, back hunched, looking at his phone. His jaw was clenched and my stomach dropped.
This isn’t the Kayden that was with me earlier.
I moved into the room, my feet hitting the hardwood rather quietly, afraid I might’ve done something to piss him off.
“Are you okay?” I asked, and he looked up.
His blue eyes hardened, and my worst fear was recognized. “I need you to get your bag so I can drop you off at the dorm.”
I tilted my head, “Why? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t say a word, but shook his head and went to the spare room. I’m assuming he went to get his bag.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, tears threatening to fall.
Was it that bad? Was I that bad? I don’t understand what I did wrong.
After I had gathered my things, I stood by the door, watched him turn off the lights and close the blinds, grabbing his keys off the counter. He held the door open for me, so I stepped out as he locked it.
The whole time he didn’t say a word.
My lips trembled as I followed him to the car, but I shut it down once he reached for my bag to put it in the trunk. Still, not a word. Not even a word as we got in the car, and he started the engine.
The ten minute drive to the dorm was silent, and I wanted to get out of the suffocating air so I could breathe. When he pulled into the parking lot, he got out and grabbed my bag. I quickly unbuckled, and slammed the door behind me.
“What is your fucking problem?” I finally asked, glaring at him.
His jaw ticked, “That was a mistake. We shouldn’t have crossed that line. You’re about to be my stepsister. It was fucking disgusting.”
My breath caught, and the words died in my throat. My hand itched to slap him across the face, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. I was frozen, and a piece of my heart was breaking. I should’ve never agreed to the stupid deal in the first place.
I reached for the bag and took a step back. Unshed tears in my eyes, “I see.”
I took a breath, “See you around then.”
Turned out my decision to apply for a transfer wasn’t a stupid idea after all, because being around him and not being able to be with him would kill me.
I shook my head, and didn’t let him see me break. After he drove off and I got into my dorm, I let the tears fall.