Beautiful Chances (The Beautiful Series) (19 page)

I swallowed my pasta and sat back in the chair, completely at ease, as I debated his question. Only a couple of answers came to mind. “The beach with the heat on my skin while listening to the waves and writing my books. They help me get lost in a fairy-tale story,” I said thoughtfully.

“So, you write romance novels?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I someday hope to write historical, comedy, and paranormal romance, but so far, they have all been traditional happily ever after romance stories. At least, to me, they are.”

Kyle widened his eyes as he regarded me.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked too sweetly.

“Yes, yes, it does. So…you write romance novels, but you were never in a serious relationship until you met me?” He seemed to be processing his own words while looking bewildered at the same time.

I blushed at his insinuation and crossed my legs under the table. “Yes.”

“How did you write about something you hadn’t yet experienced?” he asked genuinely.

I sighed. I didn’t want to dig into these thoughts as I’d tried to avoid them myself, so voicing them was going to be a problem.

Kyle sensed my hesitation and leaned forward, wrapping his hand around mine. “Please tell me. I want to know you more, and this is a part of you.”

The warmth of his hands made mine tingle. He was too endearing to resist. “Well, for starters, I grew up like every other girl. I played house with Barbie and Ken and dreamed of my enchanted wedding, hoping to someday have a family of my own. I grew up in a normal home, watching romance movies and reading about it in books, so I had an idea of what I wanted in a relationship.”

His look urged me to continue.

“Even after these past few years, I guess it is still something a
part
of me wants.”

Kyle stared at me intently.

I decided to return the intense questions to see if he would answer. “Do
you
picture yourself ever having a family someday?”

He considered my question. “Maybe. I’ve never really thought about it before,” he said honestly. “But my mother seems to think otherwise. She said I built this house because I was waiting for someone to share it with. I didn’t realize it at the time, but now, I think she was right.”

My jaw dropped at that speech.
Wow. He’s always so forthcoming.
“Huh,” I stammered. “She is very good with words and putting things into perspective. That sounds like a wonderful mother you have.”

Kyle eyes glowed. “Yes, she seems to think so, too. She always gives her children good straightforward advice…whether we want to hear it or not. We are supposed to have dinner with them tomorrow evening if that’s okay with you. They want to meet the woman who has kept me in Florida.” He grinned roguishly at me.

My eyes widened open at his candor.

“Don’t worry. I told her you didn’t kidnap me.”

His husky laugh sent a shiver down my spine, making me shudder. My glass of wine must have had me feeling brave because I found myself standing up to close the small gap between us, never once breaking eye contact. His eyes darkened with lust as he quickly realized my intentions. I felt the impulsive urge for him to take me here on the patio, and I didn’t want to wait.

“Lily…” he said in a raw voice.

I couldn’t help the quickening of my pulse. I placed my arms on his shoulders, lifted my leg, and straddled him as I slowly settled onto his lap. I could already feel his erection through his jeans between my legs.

“Lily…” he said again, his voice sounding torn, as he looked to the left and then the right. “We are outside,” he warned.

I skimmed my hands on each side of his jaw, working my way up to his hair. He had great hair, and I loved working my fingers through it.

“No one can see…and I want you now. I don’t want to wait.”

“Well, I always want you. I’m hard every time I’m in the same room with you.” His arms came around my waist, his hands stroking up and down my back. “Just thinking about you makes me hard.”

Kyle made no other movements to make me feel like I was winning this battle. He was still very much in control, so I decided to test the water and see if he’d relinquish it.

I brushed my lips across his jaw, making my way to just below his ear. “You are always so gentle with me when you make love to me,” I breathed against his skin.

He closed his eyes and groaned as I raked my hands down his hair and jaw to his neck. I wanted to feel more of his skin against mine.

“That’s because I care about you, Lily.”

“I know, and I love it when you are sweet and gentle with me. Sometimes, I also see this dominate, sexy alpha side of you, but I only get glimpses of it. You seem to hide that rougher side from me.”

His breaths became deeper, and I could feel his self-discipline wavering. I smiled inwardly, desperately wanting to see this rougher, more dominant side of Kyle that I knew existed. He was hiding it from me, thinking it would scare me, but I knew it wouldn’t.

I wanted it. I wanted all of him.

Kyle’s hands tightened around my sides. “Fuck, Lily…I don’t want to be rough with—”

I cut him off before he could finish. This was my battle to win. “I know you think I can’t handle it, but I can. I feel like you are holding a part of yourself away from me. You want all of me, and I want all of you. It’s only fair.”

“Be careful what you ask for, Lily.” His tone had a hard, lustful edge to it.

“Oh, I what I want. I want it rough and hard until I scream your—”

I squealed as he stood with me in his arms. He tossed me over his shoulder, his hand firmly holding my backside in place. When he smacked my ass, I yelped with laughter.

“I’ll give you what you want…
inside
.”

I smiled wickedly from succeeding in my mission.
Score one for Lily!

In his bedroom, he set me down inside the doorway, and then he walked over to the bed to sit down.

Okay
. I fiddled with my hands in anticipation.

His eyes penetrated mine intensely. “Strip, Lily.” His voice was deep and hoarse as he struggled for self-control.

Whoa!
That was
not what I had expected to come out of his mouth.

“Don’t be shy. I want to see you strip those clothes off that stunning body of yours.”

With shaky fingers, I started to unbutton my shirt, one button at a time. After undoing the last button, I let it slide off one shoulder and then the other. The cool air felt good on my skin. My body temperature was skyrocketing along with my pulse. I hooked my thumb in the waistband of my pants, and I slowly slid them off each hip, letting them fall to my bare feet.

I could see Kyle’s chest beginning to heave. His hands were fisted at his sides, and I knew he wanted to touch me. It made me feel beautiful, and it gave me the encouragement I needed to continue. Feeling brave, I rolled my shoulder and turned slightly to the side as I teasingly hooked my thumb under my bra. I wanted to be sexy for him…and for myself. His jaw clenched in response.
So, I must be doing this right.

“You are so beautiful, Lily. This is killing me to sit here.”

After repeating the actions with the other strap, I reached behind my back and very deliberately undid the clasp. Holding each breast cup of my bra with my hands, I gradually lowered it down my belly and then let it drop to the floor.

A muscle in his cheek clenched. His eyes were filled with a deep sense of satisfaction and desire. I could see he was having a tough time restraining himself. I angled my hips, giving him a side view, as I hooked my thumbs in my panties, and then I oh-so slowly shimmied them down. I decided for a spur-of-the-moment tease, and I pulled them back up an inch.

A growl left his throat.
“Lily!”

I gave him a saucy grin over my shoulder, feeling sexy and powerful.
I happily obliged him as I wiggled my panties all the way down. Then, I stepped my bare feet out of them, one at a time.

He stood and stalked toward me like a predator as I turned to face him. My insides hummed with yearning. He dropped to his knees in front of me, and my eyes widened in surprise. He lifted my right leg over his shoulder and licked my sex in one long stroke. My body convulsed, and I leaned into him for balance.
Shit. I’m not going to survive this.
His tongue made another slow stroke up my sex. I groaned loudly, unable to hold it in.

“You’re already so wet. You are always so ready for me, Lily. I fucking love that.” He bit my inner thigh. “A lot,” he rumbled.

My fingers clutched his hair, hard, as his tongue drove me wild with need. My orgasm brewed like a storm. I was so close. Firmly pulling my hips toward him, he sucked on my clit, ripping my orgasm from my core, and his name left my lips loudly. Kyle caught me as my legs crumbled beneath me, and he carried me to the bed. He laid me down on the edge, and he stood before me with his legs in between mine as he quickly took off his shirt.

My eyes greedily roamed up and down his sculpted chest. He leaned over me, putting his hands on each side of my face, and his nose brushed my blonde hair next to my ear.

“So, you want it rough?” he asked in a seductive voice. His breathing was erratic. “Until you scream my name?”

His warm breath tickled my fevered skin, and I shuddered. My skin was on fire for him as I waited for what I knew would come.

“Yes,” I whimpered, panting unevenly.

“Alright. But you have to promise me that if I’m too rough, you’ll tell me,” he demanded. He waited for my answer.

“Yes,” I vowed, exhaling.

Kyle shifted back, so I could see his face. He gave me a hot grin filled with promises of more to come. He dropped to his forearms, and then he kissed me impatiently with passion and need until I was entirely lost in him. His mouth was rough and hot, both giving and taking, as he consumed me.

My breasts felt heavy, and I was craving his touch. His fingers lowered to my nipple, gently rolling and squeezing it. I was squirming beneath him as he kissed my jaw, moved down my throat, and then over to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. All the while, his hand was pulling and tugging on the opposing one until I was ready to beg. Then, he switched sides and repeated the process.

He rose from the bed and removed his jeans and briefs. “Lily, you have the most beautiful body. I will never get enough of it,” he rasped.

Once quickly sheathed, he lowered his head for quick kisses across my pelvis. He trailed his way up my body to the nape of my neck while his erection teased my sex relentlessly.

Thoroughly sinking into me, he rocked his hips until he was rubbing directly on that sensitive spot along my front wall. Halfway delirious with pleasure, I heard myself moaning loudly. He continued to press and tease the rigid most sensitive inner skin, making desire pool between my legs. Gliding back and forth, he was slick with my moisture.

I gasped as he thrust deep, seating himself as far as he could go, before he pulled back. I cried out at the loss and intense sensation pulsing throughout my core. He carefully continued stroking my sensitive walls in precise movements, rapidly building pressure within me, until I was sure I could take no more. My arms tightened around his biceps, bracing myself for another impending orgasm.

He was pounding into me persistently, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His heated eyes burned into mine as I watched him lose control. Firmly hitting that spot once more, he lightly squeezed my nipple. I closed my eyes and convulsed as my orgasm started.

“Open your eyes, Lily. I want to see you,” he commanded, his voice raw with emotions.

Crying out, I flicked my gaze to his as my orgasm undulated all the way to my toes. His slow, torturous strokes continued, drawing it out. I felt like it would go on forever. His eyes bore into mine, and I could not look away. His face was thoughtful and full of love and tenderness. I felt like he was reaching into my soul, and my heart constricted with the depths of my feelings for this man.

“Mine, Lily,” he breathed.

I nodded in understanding. I was unable to speak as emotions stirred within me. My heart clenched again at his words and the way they made me feel.

He took my mouth in a scorching kiss as he gripped my waist, making his thrusts long and hard. I wrapped my legs around his hips to hold on. This time, we both found our release together.

Even though he had the largest Jacuzzi bathtub I had ever seen, he drew me against his chest to snuggle closely with my back to his front. The warm water pooled around us while a few candles burned to give the room a soft glow. We sat quietly as I reveled in the fact that he needed the closeness as much as I did. We both loved the contact, and I savored every moment of it.

Eventually, Kyle broke the silence. “So, what do you think so far?” He moved his hands to massage my shoulders and arms.

“The house is lovely, Kyle. You did an amazing job with it,” I praised. “And California is even better than I remembered. Thank you for inviting me. It was just what I needed.”

“I’m glad you like it. I’m looking forward to spending extra time with you.” He kissed my cheek and reached forward to grab the soap. With small rhythmic circles, he began to wash my body.