He continued to ignore me and after a while my body grew weary from the constant tension and I slowly relaxed and stopped fighting the sensations tap dancing through my body.
It was when the credits rolled that his hand moved and it was to cup me between the legs. The second he did, I moaned. The barrier of my boxers doing nothing to stop the intense pleasure.
I was wet, throbbing. And there was no question I wanted him to fuck me. I was completely willing and wanted him to.
He rested his hand on me for a long time. No words. Nothing.
I breathed erratically. He didn’t. But I did feel his hard cock pressed into the small of my back, so he was turned on too.
Just the touch of his hand cupping me was going to make me come. I’d been worked up sitting with him, his increasingly familiar scent in every breath I took and the fear I’d felt dissipating and changing to want, need.
“Baby,” he whispered and I jolted with pleasure at the sound of his voice against my ear.
His hand slipped inside my boxers and I gasped as he ran his finger through the wetness. He then withdrew it and brought it to my mouth. I eyed the pad of his glistening finger. “Taste how amazing you are.”
I’d never tasted myself. I’d never even considered it, but with Kai, it was so hot that my insides clenched.
He placed his finger on my lower lip and traced a slow path across the sensitive surface. He repeated the process with my upper lip. I tilted my head to look at him and my lips parted. But he didn’t put his finger in my mouth; instead, he slipped it into his.
Jesus. My body tensed as I watched him slowly suck on his finger. A charming gleam of amusement lit his eyes then a slight twitch played at the corner of his lips.
He withdrew his finger. “I knew you’d taste amazing, braveheart.”
His hand slid down the front of me, between my breasts, over my rib cage to my abdomen then under the waistband of my boxers. His finger rolled over my clit and my hips rose to his touch.
He began circling, slow and gentle at first while his other hand played with my nipples. My body heated, overheated. It craved more. Needed more.
It didn’t take long as my body had been anticipating his touch for an hour.
“Kai,” I moaned as his fingers quickened back and forth. “Oh, God.” I was on the cusp, ready to fall over the edge when it all stopped.
His hands went to my hips and he plucked me off his lap and set me down on the couch away from him. He stood and towered over me, and I saw the bulge of his cock against his jeans, but it didn’t match the look in his eyes.
“You want to fuck me, great. But baby, if you don’t… you damn well better fuckin’ tell me. Don’t ever lie there and say nothing like you did tonight in bed.”
My mouth dropped open.
I pulsed. Throbbed. I ached for him to finish me, but there was no question he had no intention of doing that. By his grating tone and glaring eyes, Kai was seriously pissed off.
He strode into the bedroom and snagged his suit jacket off the chair. When he turned and came back toward me, I saw the leather holster dangling from his hand with the familiar knife and a roll of what looked like strands of wire peeking out of his pants pocket.
I stiffened, getting ready to run for my life, but he didn’t stop walking, nor did he look at me as he opened the door and left.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I LAY IN bed feeling stupid, weak, and completely vulnerable.
I was unable to concentrate at school.
I was unable to stop thinking about him.
And for two nights… nothing. Not since he’d left me on the couch.
He’d disappeared and that spiked my unease because Kai didn’t seem like a guy who’d back out of a deal. I should be glad he’d voided two of our days because if I saw him again, I was going to make that clear. A week meant seven days in succession, not seven days whenever he felt like it. If he wanted to waste his nights, then that was his problem. As long as my father had his two months, I didn’t care if I ever saw Kai again.
That was what I tried to convince myself of.
I shut off the light then curled up onto the leather chair beside the couch. I couldn’t sit on the couch or sleep in bed because all I thought about was him. Even looking at the island in the kitchen made me imagine him taking me.
At school that day, I’d broken three test tubes, spilled my lunch down the front of my lab coat and barely passed my quiz in microbiology because I was so absorbed with what was happening with Kai.
He was a virus. The plague. And I had to find a vaccine to stop him from leaching any more of my thoughts. I sure as hell wasn’t following his stupid rule of sleeping naked and since I wasn’t in bed, then I wasn’t really breaking his rule.
And why should I follow his rule? That wasn’t part of the arrangement.