Break My Fall (19 page)

It was so much easier for him, he saw us only as friends.

He wasn’t aware of my feelings or my raging hormones, focused on him, always him.

“Kyle, Get. Out. Now” I growled, and he laughed, the jerk laughed at me.

With my back to him, I tried to push him out with my butt.

His arms came around me, his fingers splayed across my stomach, dangerously low.

“Play nice baby.”

Play nice?

Baby?

I was about to self-combust in here.

“Close your eyes,”

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled.

Oh, he was going to play this game with me?

Fine two could play at that.

Covering my eyes with my hand, I drew up all my courage and turned in his arms to face him.

“Pass the soap please?” I asked, holding out my other hand, palm up.

If he was comfortable in his nudity then dammit I could be too, or at least pretend to be.

I heard him suck in a gasp.

“Don’t you dare peek Kyle Carter,” I warned.

He didn’t answer.

No soap appeared either.

I peeked through a gap in my fingers.

Kyle’s eyes were glued to my body.

I whimpered, covering my breasts with my hands.

This was too much; my skin tingled, my breath quickened.

Kyle backed up a step.

He was directly under the showerhead now, and water was tricking down his face.

He tilted his head to the side.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

There was a hungered glint to his eyes as they raked over every inch of my body.

The blue of his eyes was barely visible; smothered by the blackness of his dilated pupils.

His jaw strained.

Heat pooled between my legs.

I needed him to touch me…

It was now or never.

Every intimate moment we shared, every longing, every urge I felt for him boiled into this moment.

I dropped my hands to my sides, exposing myself to him.

Kyle’s eyes darted to my face.

He looked conflicted.

I stood still, waiting to see what he would do.

His bit his bottom lip, his tongue snaking out to lick over it and stepped towards me.

Taking my hands, he wrapped them around his neck.

I shivered, my heart thundered inside my chest.

I stepped towards him and closed the space between our naked bodies.

Our eyes locked.

Kyle wrapped his arms around my back.

He lowered his face, and I raised my lips to meet his.

This was it, the moment I had been praying for since the last time he kissed me.

There was tenderness in his kiss, I never thought him capable.

This kiss held none of the raging intensity of our other kisses.

It felt like he was savoring me.

Four months of intense desire for him surged through me.

I flung myself into his arms, knotting my fingers in his hair.

Our wet bodies collided, slipping and sliding against each other.

His back hit the wall behind him.

His hands dropped to my waist, and I pressed my breasts against his stomach, urging him on.

I could feel his heartbeat thundering against my chest.

His mouth opened in a gasp and I slipped my tongue inside.

I felt his hardness against my belly, and my body shivered with desire.

I felt his want, thrilled that he felt more for me than friendship.

I wanted more than this tenderness.

I wanted it all.

He was trembling, but his hands stayed on my waist unmoving.

I whimpered into his mouth, pressing against him harder; he didn’t move.

Rejection coursed through me and I tore my mouth away.

He didn’t want me…

Panting for air I practically jumped out of the tub.

I wrapped my dressing gown around myself and ran out of the bathroom.

I heard him swear loudly from my bedroom door, before I slipped inside.

KYLE

I let her leave.

Shit. What the hell was wrong with me?

I stood under the water, which now frigid, but I couldn’t move, I was still as hard as a rock.

Lee handed herself to me on a soapy naked platter, and I froze like some virgin teenager.

“Fuck.”

I smacked my fist on the tiles.

“God dammit.”

I flicked off the water and climbed out.

I wrapped a towel around my waist, and tried to get the mental image of her naked body out of my mind, im-fucking-possible.

The look of desire on her face, her eyes full of trust would be branded in my memories for the rest of my life.

That face was the reason I kissed her; those eyes the reason I stopped.

I didn’t deserve her trust, I couldn’t give her what she deserved, and Lee deserved a hell of a lot better than me.

Knowing I didn’t deserve her didn’t stop my body wanting her though, and the images of her full breasts dripping with water, those perky rosebud nipples were haunting me.

When I thought of lower down; her smooth stomach, her curved hips, the small triangle of curls…fuck.

I needed a drink.

LEE

Derek was at the cooker stirring some concoction of his when I walked into the kitchen.

He looked at me and stopped stirring, and narrowed his eyes.

“What did you do?”

I blushed scarlet.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, as I fluttered around the room.

I couldn’t stand still.

“Well, you’re all fidgety and you look as guilty as sin.”

I stopped moving around, went, and sat in a chair.

“Nothing I’m just bored,” I mumbled.

He could read me too well.

I wondered what Derek would say if I told him I’d tried to seduce Kyle in the shower ten minutes ago?

Probably laugh his ass off because it was so stupid.

He studied me for a second before shaking his head, and returning to stirring.

I sighed in relief.

Cam barreled into the room seconds later.

“Hey guys,” she squealed happily.

Derek’s attention went straight to Cam, his eyes softened, his mouth curled into a gooey intimate smile.

A stab of jealously spiked through me, I wanted a man to smile at me like that.

No, I wanted Kyle to smile at me like that.

“Why are you so happy?” I said, a little too grouchy.

I felt bad immediately.

It wasn’t Cam’s fault she had a man whose eyes lit up when he saw her, and smiled at her like she was the only girl in the world.

“Oh whose glass is half empty today?” she joked, ruffling my hair.

“I just organized a bash for Saturday,” she said gleefully.

I groaned.

“Another party Cam?”

Kyle’s voice said from behind me.

I tensed, and lowered my head, debating on the quickest exit.

I couldn’t run out though, Cam and Derek would think I’d lost my mind.

He strolled over to the sink, and I tried to keep my eyes of his naked back, I really did.

Why did he have to walk around half-naked?

It was almost October, and it was cold, although the temperature in my body peaked at the sight of him.

“Yes another party, old man,” Cam said in a sarcastic voice.

The chair beside me scraped, and Kyle sat down.

I didn’t have to look up to know it was him.

My body was so aware of him; it sizzled when he was near.

His scent engulfed my senses, fresh soap and maleness clouded my airways.

His hand touched my knee, and I jerked my face up.

Kyle was looking at me with a questioning expression.

“Are you okay?” he mouthed.

I nodded.

He squeezed my knee and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need to go do something,” I muttered.

I got up and walked out of the room.

Chapter Eighteen

KYLE

Fucking Cam.

Seriously, could she not go through one week without turning the house into a goddamn nightclub?

I chugged the last of the beer in my bottle, and chucked it in the trash.

I couldn’t do this tonight.

I had plenty invitations for company, but the only place I wanted to be was upstairs in Lee’s room with her.

She never came downstairs when Cam was throwing a party, and I was grateful for that.

I didn’t want to get in a fight, and I would get in several if Lee was here.

Dixon was notably absent tonight.

Good, that fucker had stepped over the line.

At least he had brains enough to realize it; Lee was off-limits.

Her sexy lithe body, those hips…

I knew I wasn’t the only guy who checked her out.

It drove me stir crazy watching the customers at the hotel leer over her.

I didn’t think I could handle it happening in my house.

I would definitely lose it.

She was too perfect for any of these douchebags.

I hadn’t seen Lee since she ran out of the kitchen the other morning.

She was avoiding me again, and it hurt like a bitch.

It was by some miracle I escaped Rachel tonight.

She had attached herself to some poor bastard earlier, and the last I had seen of them was them staggering down to Derek’s room.

I wandered through the house, not knowing where I was going until I was standing outside Lee’s bedroom door.

I should turn around and leave, fuck off into my room and work out my frustrations with some lube, but I didn’t.

I knocked on her door instead.

Maybe she was asleep.

I hoped she was…

The door opened inwards, and Lee stood before me, in nothing but one of my t-shirts.

“Kyle? What’s up? Are you okay?”

I groaned, taking in the cute sleepy look on her face, her curls were tousled and flowing freely down her back, the swell of her breasts in my shirt...

Damn, she wasn’t wearing a bra again.

“Is that my shirt?” I asked,

It was the only censored thing I could think of to say.

The truth would have been more along the lines of “Hey princess, I couldn’t think of anything but your sexy body all night, and I’ve a raging hard on, which by the way I would love if you could help me out with.”

God I was sick.

“Oh, yeah I’m sorry.”

She blushed, and bit on that pouty bottom lip, knotting her fingers in the hem of the shirt, pulling it down.

Her nipples pushed against the material.

I closed my eyes…

Yep she was definitely braless under that.

“My pajamas are in the wash, and I don’t have a spare pair. I didn’t think you would mind. I’ll take it off if you want?”

Sweet Jesus she was killing me.

“No keep it,” I croaked. It nearly killed me to tell her leave it on, and it went against my nature.

She stepped aside and gestured me in.

Hallelujah.

I followed her in and closed the door behind us, and locked it.

“So what’s up? Why aren’t you partying?”

She strolled over to the bed, and I could see cheek.

Oh sweet fuck.

She was commando.

No bra, no panties…

“Huh?” I asked as she settled back under the covers.

“I asked why you weren’t downstairs enjoying the party.”

Think Kyle think…

“Uh, I got bored.”

Stupid Kyle stupid.

“Okay…”

She looked confused. I didn’t blame her; I was confused myself.

“And my room is, uh occupied.”

Well that made me sound a little less creepy but it was a bullshit excuse.

No one would dare use my room.