My head spins one full loop before I orient myself. Placing my hands on my hips, I narrow my eyes at him. “You know damn well why you weren’t invited in.”
He gives me a sage nod. Without taking his eyes off me, he says, “You’re talking about that whole friends thing, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah… that whole friends thing. You were pretty clear about it.”
Kyle doesn’t say anything, but he never takes his eyes off me as he flips the lock on my door. Something about that snicking sound makes my legs feel rubbery. “Yeah, well, I changed my mind about that.”
“What—”
But I don’t get another word out because in one long stride, he’s got both of his palms against my face, pulling me halfway up to meet his mouth as he tilts his head down. He strikes fast and hot, immediately seeking a deep, wet connection with our lips and tongues. And I know he likes it because he gives a half-groan of appreciation with a half-snarl of need for something more.
My brain starts to question whether or not this is a good idea, but my body already made the decision. My arms go tight around his neck, and I plaster myself to his frame. My tongue duels with his, greedy for more.
As if he’s satisfied with my hold on him, he drops his hands and they go to my ass. His palms are huge and his fingers dig in against that crease that separates my butt from my leg. With an effortless heave, he picks me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, and then Kyle is spinning me toward the small hallway that leads to my bedroom.
To. My. Bedroom.
I tear my mouth from his and pant, “Wait.”
Kyle immediately stops, but his hands grip my butt tighter. He peers down at me… eyes darkened with need and frustration.
“What are we doing?” I breathe out softly.
“We’re going to fuck,” he growls impatiently.
Admittedly, even though those words are crude, the way he says them hits me straight between my legs. I’m not quite sure what that says about me, but I give a slight shake of my head. “You said you only wanted to be friends. This isn’t what friends do.”
“I was wrong about the friend thing then,” he mutters impatiently.
“So we’re not friends?” I press him.
“Yes, we’re friends,” he says in exasperation. “And soon to be lovers if you’re done questioning me.”
“So is this a one-time only thing?” I ask, because even though he’s trying to clarify things, I’m not sure I really understand, and that’s because Kyle is so freaking complex and mysterious. I can’t make any sense of my feelings, so perhaps if I understood where he’s coming from, it would be a bit clearer to me.
“Jane,” Kyle says gruffly. The heat in his eyes indicates perhaps more frustration than the sexual promise I’d seen there just seconds ago. “I don’t know what the fuck this is. I just know I want you and I’m tired of fighting it, so I’m not going to fight it. I’m giving in and taking what I think you’re offering. So do you really have to know more than that? Because if you do, you need to know I don’t have the answers. I don’t have the answers, so I’ll just set you down right now and go home. We’ll just be friends, and it will be fine.”
Just the thought of him putting me down and walking out my door freaks me out, and I involuntarily clutch my legs and arms around him tighter while shaking my head. It’s with no amount of urgency that I say, “No! Don’t put me down. I don’t need the answers.”
That’s an absolute lie. I so need the answers, but I’ll just have to wait for them.
“My room’s to the left,” I say as I incline my head that way, because he’s looking at me dubiously.
“Jane,” he growls low. “I need to know you’re okay with this. I’m not promising you anything but tonight and that I’ll make it so fucking good for you, I swear. But that’s all I know at this moment. Are you okay with that?”
My head nods up and down furiously, my arms and legs tightening even more. “Yes,” I assure him breathlessly. “I’m okay with it.”
Immediately, the anger and frustration melt from Kyle’s face, and a look that I’d characterize as immense relief mixed with extreme hunger replaces it, and that causes flutters in my belly.
Kyle maneuvers me through the hall and into my bedroom, where his knee goes to the mattress and he lays me down. I release my hold on him and watch as he just stares down at me, one foot still planted solidly on the floor.