“I want you to undress me.”
He wastes no time. Grabbing my hips, he flips us over, so he’s hovering above me on the sofa. His erection is positioned perfectly, if it wasn’t for our clothes.
“Lift up,” he instructs as he reaches around to my back.
I sit up as best as I can, my stomach muscles aching as I hold myself.
Kitt pulls my top off and unclasps my bra. “You’re fucking stunning.”
His lips slam down on mine, and I’m flattened against the cushions. The kiss is desperate and exactly how I feel about having all of him. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more than I want him now.
Oh wow, this is happening.
For two years, I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to be with Kitt. After sleeping with Xander, I wondered how different Kitt would feel and taste. Kitt has always been assertive, and that’s something Xander lacked.
I like to be in charge, but I love to be challenged.
And Kitt is very challenging.
Right now, I’m not in charge.
His lips bruise mine with force. I can’t get enough. We’re too far away. I wrap my legs around him, and he presses his erection into me. I moan as electricity fires through my body.
His tongue enters my mouth and duels with mine. I don’t give a single fuck. He can win because him winning at this is totally a win for me, too.
He rears back and looks down at me. His arms are shaking with the effort to restrain himself. Kitt is nicely toned, but holding himself up above me like this makes his arms look bigger.
Swoon.
“Texas, fucking hell.”
My lips feel as swollen as his look. They’re darker and glossed over.
“Are you okay?” I ask, blinking innocently.
“I have never wanted another woman like this. I don’t…fuck, I can’t even describe how much I want you.”
I think I just came.
I breathe heavily and squirm below him. I’m so close. I just need him pressing against me again. “Kitt, please…”
Closing his eyes, he groans. “God, baby, that’s it. Beg me.”
“I need to touch you. Take your clothes off, Kitt. Oh my God, kiss me again. Do something, please. I’m so close.” Seriously, one touch, and I’ll be done for.
His dark blue eyes practically turn black.
I’ve seen him turned on, many occasions with someone else, but this is something else.
It’s. So. Hot.
Slowly, he ducks his head and places a featherlight kiss on my collarbone.
Taking a deep breath, I arch my back, needing him closer. “Kitt,” I whisper.
He repeats, kissing across my neck, and starts to trail down. His lips softly drag over the skin between my breasts, and I think I’m going to explode from the feeling.
I want him so bad that I feel like I’m going insane.
The sound he makes is so erotic as his hand travels south. I love how much he wants me. I’ve not even touched him yet.
“I want to lick you.”
“What? On my vagina?” I freeze.
Oh God. Oh. My. God.
Kitt throws his head back and laughs loudly.
No.
No, no, no. That did not just happen.
What in the actual fuck is the matter with you?
I said that. I really, really said that. Right?
Of course I did. He’s not laughing that bloody hard for no reason!
Pushing Kitt off me, I hide my face. I’m so bloody embarrassed that I want the ground to swallow me whole.
Actually, it’s worse than that. Google beyond mortified, and this conversation will be the definition.
Shit, it’s not like no one has ever gone down on me before. But Kitt hasn’t. I never thought we’d even kiss again after he didn’t mention the first time. He’s not drunk now. He actually wants me, and my brain—although it’s still up for debate whether I have one—isn’t processing that well.
I want him so bad in every way that it’s frying my mind.
The words slipped out.
Oh. My. God!
Kitt doubles over, laughing…and probably thinking he’s had a lucky escape.
I need to leave, like, now and move to another country and change my name. The first thing I’m going to do when I’m settled in my new life is get myself tested because something is seriously not right.
I leap off the sofa, snatch my top, put it on, and head out. This is my room, but I don’t care. I need to be elsewhere. It’s not just my face that’s on fire; it’s my whole body. I’ve never been this mortified before.
“Where are you going, Tex?”
“To die!” I reach for the handle and yank it open.
“But I’ve not licked your vagina yet.”
“Fuck off!” I shout before slamming the door behind me.
I’ve done some stupid things before, but that right there was on a new level. Covering my face, I walk toward the lift. I don’t even care that Ted is in his room, and I should knock for him before wandering off.
You need to go somewhere remote where no other humans live.
I jam my finger into the call button and wait.
I can’t believe I said that. I’m so embarrassed that I want to die. Things between me and Kitt are over now. I can never look him in the eyes again. Peyton would love this.