CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kyland
I was quite possibly about to make the biggest mistake of my life, and I just couldn't care anymore. It was too much damn work trying not to be attracted to Tenleigh. Some days more like a full-time job. I couldn't do it. The hormones had won out. Only something told me it was more than hormones that attracted me to her—and that's the part that scared me so damn much. I needed to touch her naked skin more than anything I'd ever needed in my life before. It was like those Monday mornings at school when someone had left food on one of the cafeteria tables, and I was so hungry after not eating all weekend that reaching out to take it was a primal response, one I could barely control—a survival instinct. That's how Tenleigh affected me. I wanted her so desperately I felt like some part of me was starving for her.
I wouldn't take her completely. But I had to have some part of her—at least that.
Was this normal? It couldn't be. I'd never felt this way for another girl before. Maybe I just needed to get my fill of her so that this feeling would begin to fade, so that I could gather some control over it. Half of it had to be the anticipation alone.
Right?
Tenleigh walked into my house first and then turned around to face me. "You have that really intense look on your face again," she whispered, her light green eyes wide, her lips red from the cold and my kisses.
Goddamn, I was so hard I was almost in pain.
"We need to take off these wet clothes," I said, ignoring her comment and starting to strip off my coat.
She nodded, color moving up her cheeks, her eyes cast downward as she removed her own jacket.
She looked so innocent, so beautiful. I hesitated.
Her eyes snapped up to mine and some kind of resolve filled them. She took the five steps or so to me and then her lips were on mine and I was gripping her face in my hands and sweet little moans were coming from her chest. Any control I had had a few seconds before was gone.
Long gone.
Somewhere in Eastern Asia.
I walked her backward as we kissed, licking and sucking at each other's lips and tongues. She tasted like something I couldn't even identify, something so delicious that it drove me to the next level of crazy. Kissing her was like tipping over the edge of sanity. Like being drunk. The feeling was so intense I could hardly describe it. My kisses weren't gentle—they were ravaging and wild. Desire, molten and powerful, pumped through my veins.
Somehow we made it to my room and when the backs of her legs hit my small twin bed, she sat down and lay back. I immediately followed her down, and continued to kiss her, pressing my throbbing erection down into her and moaning out at the sensation. How was I going to resist fucking her? My need to press into her warm, wet body was so intense, I was practically shaking with it. But I would resist. I had to. I broke from her lips and looked down into her face, filled with arousal, but still that same beautiful innocence.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
Yes! No.
I closed my eyes tightly for a second and then looked back into her face. She was going to drive me out of my mind. "I can't, Tenleigh. I won't," I said. "But I'll give you what you need, okay?"
An expression of hurt crossed her features, but she nodded.
I kissed her once again quickly, then sat back and removed her boots, her damp socks, and then her layered pants. No girl had ever been more desirable in a more ridiculous, unbecoming outfit.
Underneath her pants, she had on a simple pair of pink cotton underwear. My dick pulsed again and I almost groaned.
You make me weak, Tenleigh.
She sat up and removed her layered tops, and when she finally took off the long johns shirt under it all, she sat before me in a white bra, her breasts spilling out of it as if it was a couple sizes too small. It probably was.
For a second, I just stared at her. She looked like a dream come to life. White creamy skin and dark hair spilling all around her shoulders and down her back. Her breasts were round and full, her waist slim, and her legs long and shapely. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my life than Tenleigh Falyn sitting on my bed in her plain cotton underwear. My stomach muscles clenched.
"Tenleigh," I whispered, "you're so beautiful."
She blinked at me and then smiled shyly. I noticed there were goose bumps on her skin. "Get under the covers," I said, nodding to the bed.
She looked back and then bit her lip, but pulled the quilt, blankets, and top sheet back and lay back on my pillow pulling them up over her.
I stripped my clothes off so fast I didn't even remember doing it, but the cold hit my naked skin and I climbed beneath the blankets with her. I took her lips again, our cool bare skin finally making contact as we both sighed. I pulled the covers all the way up, almost over our faces, and it only took a few minutes until we were in our own little warm cocoon.
I brought my hand up to her breast and rubbed the nipple lightly with my thumb. Tenleigh gasped out my name and my cock jumped. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this before I came on myself without even being touched. God, this girl. I needed to make her come and then I needed to take care of myself in the shower.
"Tenleigh, have you ever had an orgasm?" I asked softly, trailing my lips up her neck.
She shook her head.
"Not even one you gave yourself?" I asked.
"Our trailer's really small . . ." she said. I nodded, my eyes taking in her beautiful features. Something warm filled my chest when I considered that I'd be the first one to make her come. I wouldn't be the first one to make love to her, but I had this. This was mine and mine alone.
I reached behind her and she arched her back as I unhooked her bra and took it off her, tossing it on the floor. Her eyes watched my face, looking full of both desire and nervousness.
I leaned down under the covers and put my mouth on her nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth. The taste of her was heaven on my tongue.
"Oh God! Kyland," she moaned. Her hands came up to my head and she raked her fingers through my hair. I licked and sucked one nipple for a minute, laving my tongue around and around it until she was bucking her hips up into me. I moved my own hips to the side to avoid the sweet torture of her pressing right into my erection and moved my mouth over to the other nipple.
"You taste so good," I said between sucks.
"Ahhh," she moaned out. I could hear her moving her head from side to side on the pillow. I trailed my hand down over her silky, flat stomach, my mouth still on her breast, and when I slipped my fingers into her underwear and between her legs, it was me who moaned out.
She was slick with arousal. I dipped my finger inside her and brought it in and out slowly, mimicking the movement I wanted to be making with another part of my body. Her breathing grew ragged. I brought my now-wet finger to her clit, circling it gently as she cried out.
I wanted to put my face between her legs and taste her there, but we had all night—I hoped. If she'd agree to stay, I would make her feel good in every single way I knew how.
I continued to stroke her clit with my thumb as I dipped my finger into her wet opening. She sighed out and pressed upward into my hand.
"Tell me what you're thinking," I begged. "Tell me what's in your mind right now, beautiful Tenleigh." I wanted her. And I couldn't have all of her, but the parts I could have . . . her sweet responsiveness, her pleasure, and the things swirling through her mind, I could have those. For now, at least.
She moaned out. "I can't . . . I can't make sense of any of it." She moaned deeply as I changed tempo with my fingers. "I think I used to have problems and . . . concerns, but I can't remember one of them. All I feel is good, oh God, Kyland, that's so good."