Chapter 11 Seth
SETH
Kayla leads me to her apartment above the café, and the whole way there I keep her hand tucked into mine.
I tried to stay away from Kayla. I tried to keep away. But I couldn’t.
I kept watching her through the CCTV cameras around town, catching snippets of her figure walking down a street or crossing the road. It wasn’t enough.
I needed to see her. It’s a need I can’t explain that starts in my gut and winds through my body all the way to my heart.
I came with no expectations, just needing to see her. Now, my pulse races, my chest lifts. This is more than I could have hoped for, more than I deserve.
Kayla doesn’t care about my disfigurement. She doesn’t care about my damaged leg. Kayla feels the same connection that I do, the same pull. It’s a heady feeling, and as we walk to her apartment, I keep her hand firmly tucked into mine.
There’s heat radiating from her touch. I’m aware of her body moving as she walks next to me, her elbow brushing my side, her floral scent of expensive body wash.
After watching Kayla through a grainy screen, her presence is so overwhelming that it’s all I can do not to take her in my arms, cling to her, and never let her go.
As soon as we’re inside Kayla’s apartment, I spin her toward me. She gives a gasp of surprise, and I close my mouth over hers.
Her body relaxes against mine and I deepen the kiss, pulling her toward me, needing to feel all of her soft body pressed against mine.
My hand runs up her waist and slides behind her back, feeling every inch of her pliant, yielding curves, her softness making my blood heat and my cock hard.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Kayla gasps the words, her face flushed with heat. Knowing she’s as turned on as I am sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through my body.
She opens one of the bedroom doors as we practically fall into the room, our bodies pressed together with urgency.
My hands tear at her clothing, and I remind myself to slow down, to pull back, to make sure this is still what she wants.
With all the restraint I can muster, I take a step away from her, giving her a chance to breathe. The look of need on her face tells me everything I need to know, but I have to be sure.
That’s when I notice the laptop sitting open on her desk.
I flick it shut, and Kayla gives me a questioning look.
“You can’t be too sure.”
Because if I can hack into her laptop, someone else can, and no fucker is going to see what we’re about to do.
Kayla suddenly looks nervous. The boldness from a moment ago when she invited me to her apartment is gone. She clasps her hands together, standing in the center of the room, suddenly awkward.
“You still want to do this?”
I check in with her. Because even though my dick is as hard as one of the pilings from the pier, I’ll walk away if she’s changed her mind.
“Yeah.” It comes out as a nervous squeak, and she smiles. “I do, but just so you know, I don’t usually invite men back to my room.”
Her brow furrows, and she looks earnest as if she needs me to know she doesn’t always do this. I look around at the pink duvet, the pile of clothes on the floor, and the empty coffee cup on the dresser.
“I can tell.”
She giggles and I use the moment to slide my arm around her waist and gently push her down onto the bed.
“You can change your mind anytime you want, okay?”
It seems important that she knows that. Kayla needs to know that most men aren’t the assholes that her sister came across, that she has a choice and I’ll respect that.
Kayla nods, and as her neck tilts up, I nuzzle her behind the ear.
“But I really hope you don’t change your mind.”
She laughs and I silence her with a kiss. She tastes like chips and soda and smells like the sea. It’s a heady mix that makes my body tremble with need for her.
My hand roves over her body, slowly this time. Lifting up the bottom of her t-shirt, I plant kisses on her soft belly.
Kayla squirms under me. “That tickles.”
“Oh, yeah.” I nuzzle her belly, letting my stubble scratch her skin, and she arches her back at the sensation. “Should I go lower?”
Kayla’s giggles turn to gasps as I tug her leggings off and plant soft kisses on her thighs. Her delicate skin heats under my touch, the tiny hairs sticking up under my hot breath.
Her leggings drop to the floor, and I run my hand up her thick thighs and over the mound of her pussy. Her satin panties are soaked and the sight of the damp patch, the feel of her wetness under my fingers, and her unique musky scent make my cock ache.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Kayla sits up on her elbow. “I’ve never done this before.” She bites her lower lip, looking nervous again.
“Oh, sweetheart. You saved your cherry for me?”
She nods shyly. With her hair falling over her bare shoulders, she looks vulnerable. It makes me want to protect her, to keep her safe, to look after her.
“I’ll take good care of you, Kayla.” I don’t just mean I’ll make her first time good. I mean I’ll take care of her for the rest of her fucking life.