Beautiful Chances (The Beautiful Series) (33 page)

He laughed again softly into the darkness. “Do I smell?”

“No.” I breathed him in again as we entered my cottage. “I was just remembering the first time you carried me like this and how it feels different now that I am familiar with you, your scent, and your body.”

He supported me in his arms while he strode down the hall and into my room. He laid me on the bed, and then he snuggled in behind me, pulling me in close to him.

“You are familiar to me now, too—the way your skin feels…” He kissed my cheek. “Your laugh, your smile, the way you squint your eyebrows when you’re worried.”

I smiled sleepily as he kissed my shoulder.

“Sleep, beautiful.”

And I did…with all my thoughts of Kyle.

Kyle’s breathing was steady as he slept the next morning. The sun was already up, and I wondered why he was still here. He was supposed to be leaving today for a business trip. I continued to feel uneasy about him making sacrifices for me.

Moving his arm off of me, I sat up and took in the marvelous sight of Kyle before me. It was quickly becoming my favorite part of the day. His hair was disheveled on his forehead, and I wanted to run my fingers through it. His face was so much softer when he slept, and it made him look younger, but his large body still made him look intimidating. I was going to need a much bigger bed if he wanted to keep sleeping over. The poor guy could not be comfortable on my queen-size mattress.

I thought of how easily he had taken down Luke. He was not only well-built but also very skilled. I wondered what he was like back in his military days and why he had needed Jeanine’s help at one time.
Do I want to ask? Do I really want to know? Yes.
I hoped it was not anything too terrible. I made a mental note to ask Kyle about his time with Jeanine.

Kyle shifted slightly and moved his bicep up over his eyes, covering that gorgeous face.
Hmm…well, that won’t do now, will it?
Turning onto my stomach, I propped myself up on my elbows, and I started kissing his defined stomach. I made my way across his abs and then down to that little patch of hair below his navel.

Kyle groaned and lowered his arm. “Good morning.” He smiled and then sighed. Quickly changing his tone, he threw my words back at me. “Ugh…you’re not one of those morning people, are you?”

I laughed. “Maybe…why?” I said, playing along.

“It’s a definite deal-breaker for me.” He smirked, and I continued kissing his stomach. “I’m going to get you all hot and bothered in return,” he threatened, his eyes darkening with heat.

Oh, the sensations he could stir with only his eyes.
“Oh, yes, please.” My breathing was already labored as I rose to my knees to quickly get rid of my clothes. I straddled his hips as my hands greedily roamed up his chest. I was ready to swallow him whole.

“Oh no. My turn,” Kyle half-growled. Gripping my thighs, he yanked my hips up until my sex was directly above his parted lips.

Oh god.
A groan left my lips when his thumbs spread me wide open as his eyes feasted on me. My legs shook with need for him to touch my most intimate spots.

“Brace your hands on the wall, and don’t move,” he commanded.

I tore my eyes away from him and glanced up at the wall. I spread my palms wide against the flat surface and supported myself as a shiver raced down my spine. His tongue softly brushed the tip of my clit. His delicate touch made me even more sensitive, and I writhed with pure need. A deep intense pull tugged in my abdomen, begging for release.

“Your clit is so swollen,” he said in a raw voice, “and I’ve barely touched you. I fucking love how hot you get for me.”

I couldn’t form any coherent words. Instead, I bravely rocked my hips slightly forward, wanting and needing more. He pushed two fingers into me, curling them along the front of my sensitive tissues. My fingers pressed tightly against the wall, trying to grip anything but failing. His tongue gently licked back and forth, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

It was too much. Sensations were taking over, and I closed my eyes. I let his name leave my lips as I dropped my forehead against the wall. A tingle in my toes intensified, and it began to work its way up to my spine. The profound aching in my belly also strengthened, sending every last nerve ending into hyperdrive. I was pretty sure I was panting, too.

His teeth ever so gently brushed along my clit as his fingers rubbed a firm circle inside me. Finally letting go, I convulsed as my orgasm ripped from my core, tossing me over the edge.

Kyle’s strong arms held me in place until my brain reconnected to my lips.

“That…that was…” I was breathing rapidly.

“I’m not finished,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Stay there.”

He slipped out from beneath my legs as I sat there, naked. My hands were still braced on the wall, and my knees were spread wide apart. The position alone made my heartbeat kick up a notch. My breathing quickened as I felt the bed shift from Kyle’s weight.

“You look so hot right now. I need a minute, or you might unman me before I start.” His hands roamed up and down my spine before lowering to my behind. “And this ass is fucking gorgeous,” he breathed huskily into my ear while gripping my ass firmly.

I let out my own husky laugh. “You’ve already told me that.”

“That’s because it is, and I should tell you that every day. That’s how much I love it.”

He’s definitely an ass man…although he does enjoy my breasts, too.

He brushed my hair aside and kissed my shoulder and throat. Gently, he turned my head, and then he kissed me until I was breathless. He inched away, and he gripped my hips and pulled them back. His erection stroked along my sensitive skin, teasing me. His hands roamed up my sides to cup each of my breasts. He began squeezing and kneading them, making me pant with need.

“Kyle?”

“Yes?” His voice was raw and deep.

“I—”

I lost my train of thought as he leaned forward and pressed his erection in between my legs. The thick tip pushed on my clit, making me cry out. His head snaked around my side, and he clamped his hot lips around my nipple, sucking firmly, as his erection rubbed steadily along my sex.

He lifted his mouth and blew softly on my nipple, making me shudder.

“I love these, too,” he added.

I tried again. “I need—”

I suddenly felt his hand down between my legs, sliding over my uncontrollable wetness.

His warm mouth brushed along my ear. “What do you need, Lily?”

His erection was making torturous circles as he leaned to the side again. As he sucked my nipple back into his mouth, his erection slipped partially into my sex, triggering my orgasm.

“Kyle!” I cried out.

He continued to rub firmly against that sensitive spot, prolonging my release. I faintly heard Kyle grit his teeth and curse as my sex clenched him hard. Not wanting it to end, I pushed my hips back on him, taking him deep inside.

“Fucking Christ,” he grunted loudly as he lost control and started to move.

He was really moving—fast and hard. Relentlessly, he thrust in and out of my sex. He was taking everything as I gave everything, and I was taking as much as he was giving. His hips made a slapping noise against my ass, and it was a sweet, sweet sound.

I closed my eyes, letting the sensations take over. He was everywhere—behind me, underneath me, inside me…and I loved every second of it.

After sweaty, hot sex, we both decided we needed a shower.

“I thought you were leaving early this morning?” I asked while rubbing shampoo into his hair.

“I moved the meeting. I’ll leave later in the week or possibly next week.” His eyes were closed while he was enjoying his scalp massage.

It was easy to read in between the lines of why he’d canceled his meeting this morning. “You didn’t have to reschedule your meeting.”

His eyes opened instantly. “Of course I stayed, Lily. I didn’t want to leave you on the day you have a session with Jeanine. When you were talking to her the other day, the expression on your face alone was proof enough that you needed me here.”

He took the shampoo and lathered some up in his palms. I closed my eyes in pure delight as he massaged my scalp. His hands could be so gentle, firm, or anywhere in between.

I sighed. “I just don’t want you to put things on hold for me. I know your work is important to you.”

His hands stopped and dropped to each side of my face. His looked a bit worried. “I want to be here for you. Is that so wrong of me?” He searched my eyes.

I couldn’t argue for my independence when he was so concerned. “No.” I hesitated. “It feels really nice…and comforting.” I sighed, surrendering to those gorgeous, loving eyes. Those eyes were going to get me into trouble someday.

“Thank you,” he replied softly.

My whole morning of work was a failure. My brain was refusing to function, so I decided to put on some headphones and rock out to Will. I. Am., and Britney Spears’s “Scream and Shout.”

So, here I was, shaking my ass to the beat, in my kitchen. I was scrubbing my cabinets, and I might or might not have emphasized “Britney bitch” when I felt Kyle’s hands wrap around my waist. He pulled me close and tugged the headphones out of my ear. My adrenaline was pumping through my veins. His chest shook with laughter, but I could tell he was trying to play it cool.

“What do you have against a girl named Britney?” Kyle teased.

“Nothing.” I laughed. “I love her music. It’s just a line from the song.”

He chuckled and kissed my hair. “I’ve heard of the song, Lily. I should have stayed on the other side of the kitchen and let you finish dancing to it.”

I turned in his arms, and I realized that he’d brought me lunch.

“Shoulda, coulda, woulda…but didn’t.” I playfully snatched the bags with a smirk. “Thanks. It smells good.”

“Oh, I will, and you know it. You’re welcome.”

He went and grabbed silverware and plates as I opened the bags.

“I figured you’d be hungry. I assume you didn’t get much writing done since you were cleaning like a maniac when I walked in.” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“My head wouldn’t focus much on work.” I sighed. “So, I gave up and decided to check emails, clean the cottage, do laundry…and then clean the cottage again to make sure it’s squeaky clean.” I wondered if I was the only compulsive nut who cleaned when I was nervous, sad, or even mad.

“I see that. Well, it looks great.”

We dug into our lunch, and it was over all too quickly.

My phone beeped with a text from Jeanine.

Ready when you are. ☺

I glanced back up at Kyle, feeling nervous.

“Good luck, Lily. I know you’ll do great. I don’t want to intrude, but I’ll be right here if you need me,” he said soothingly, looking into my eyes.

For the last three years, I’d done everything alone. I did not want to do this alone, and I finally accepted it at face value. It was now or never to ask.

With a deep breath, I put my hands on his chest and tilted my head to meet his gaze. “Can I ask you for a favor?” I shifted apprehensively.

“Anything,” he assured, caressing my cheek. “You know that. What do you need?”

“Will you come with me?” I asked, my voice barely audible.