Kitt makes me feel every emotion times a zillion. Can being out in the open magically fix that?
After two hours, Ted is falling asleep. His closely shaved head bobs, and then his eyes flick back open. He’s trying to keep himself awake but failing miserably.
“Ted, go to sleep.”
He rubs his eyes. “I’m okay. I’ll make coffee.”
“The door is locked, and no one can get around here, other than the guys. It’s fine. You’ve slept when we’ve been alone before.”
He gives me a long look that isn’t about safety.
I sigh. “I’m okay, I promise. You can go to bed. I won’t fall apart. Things will be okay.”
“Are you sure, Texas?”
“Totally. Good night.”
He gives me a smile and a nod, and then he disappears upstairs.
I bet I hear him snoring in under a minute.
I turn the after-football chat off because, no, and I blast through the channels without properly looking at what’s on. TV is a distraction and one that won’t work anyway. I turn it off, and I’m cloaked in darkness. The under-unit lights in the small kitchen area is all that will stop me from bumping into things when I get up.
The dark silence is oddly settling. At a time when everything is bright and busy, it’s nice to sit still. Of course, sitting still means overthinking and obsessing, so I decide to call it a night. I stand up when I hear a noise, and it’s not the soft snoring drifting down from Ted’s room above. It’s outside.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I clench my fists. It has to be one of the guys. They were all going to the after-party because a friend of Dad’s band is throwing it, but one of them must be here now.
I hope.
Unless it’s a stalker.
Okay, you’re ridiculous. You don’t have a stalker!
The lock clicks open, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Whoever it is has a key. The door swings open, and Kitt stares up at me. His eyes are blazing. I’ve never seen anyone so pissed off before.
“What?”
He growls and turns around, tugging at his hair.
He’s leaving? Um, no. I dash down the steps, off the bus and grip his arm.
“Texas!”
“What are you doing?”
Spinning around, he pins me to the spot with his hungry eyes.
Well, bugger.
“You know I’ve handled everything life throws at me with dignity and grace, including coming to terms with growing up without my parents. What I can’t fucking do is handle you.”
“You don’t need to handle me. I’m not your bloody pet!”
“Don’t I fucking know it,” he hisses.
“You can be a real arsehole sometimes, Kitt, and I’ve had enough.”
“You’re walking away from me?”
Throwing my hands up, I reply, “Yes!”
“Why?”
“Come on, Kitt, you’re not that stupid!”
“I don’t speak crazy, woman.”
“Crazy?”
Lifting an eyebrow, he replies, “Do you think you’re being reasonable right now?”
“Do you want a slap?” I snap.
How am I the unreasonable one here?
“What the fuck do you want from me, Tex?”
How is that not obvious by now?
“Nothing,” I reply.
“Bullshit!”
“What do you want from me, Kitt?”
His jaw flexes, and the muscles in his forearms bunch as he clenches his fist. He won’t hit me. I know that much. He’s angry though. Or frustrated. Or both.
He flies forward, knocking me back against the bus. My head hits the side with a thud as his lips slam down on mine.
He grips the hem of my top and rips it over my head. I’ve lost all logic thought, and I do the same, ridding him of his T-shirt. I feel like a wild animal. My mind narrows until all I can see is him, and all I want is to feel him inside me. He fumbles with the button of my jean shorts, and they soon land at my feet.
“Kitt, I can’t wait.” I’m desperate. My body is humming, greedy for the epic release I know he’ll give me.
“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said,” he rasps, shoving his jeans to the floor. No boxers.
He steals my breath in a frantic kiss, and he pushes inside me. I cry into his mouth as he fills me completely.
Kitt grips my legs and lifts them up. I wrap my arms and legs around him and fuck his mouth the way he’s slamming into me.
I’m loud and free, not caring if we’re heard or caught. All that matters is each other and this moment.
Kitt grunts, angling me back, and I dig my nails into his neck.
Holy…
He’s deeper. This new position is everything.
Oh, fucky fuck!
“Kitt, oh my God. I need more. I need…”
He seals his mouth over mine, drowning out my pleas and moans, and drives into me hard and wild. My orgasm slams into me, causing my body to shake, as I clench around him. He groans into the kiss, pumping harder, while he empties inside me.
His kiss slows until he pulls away, panting. Pressing his forehead to mine, he smirks. “So…that’s what I want from you, Texas.”
“Sex?” I ask. I want more than that.
He tilts his head against mine. “That was just sex to you?”