Beautiful Chances (The Beautiful Series) (30 page)

Kyle had made tonight picture-perfect in so many ways, so I wanted
this
to be about him. Wearing the black garter set that he had picked out because he thought it was sexy empowered me and made me
feel
sexy. I could not put all my feelings into words, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to yet, so maybe this was a way I could show him that I cared, cared very much about him.

I kissed him chastely on the mouth and pulled back. “Are you ready to see that garter set you packed for me?”

“Fuck yes,” he said, before taking my mouth for a deeper kiss.

When we parted, I started undoing the top button of his dress shirt, and then I worked my way down, one button at a time. I placed my palms firmly on his solid chest inside his shirt. Slowly, my hands caressed up to his collarbone and then across it, one delicious inch at a time. I closed my eyes as I felt his heated skin beneath me.

Kyle swallowed hard. He tried to remain still, so I could explore his body. His hands were resting on each side of my hips. Spreading my palms wide, I ran my hands over his broad shoulders.
Holy muscle.
The man had a glorious body. I was supposed to be seducing him, yet I felt my blood pumping with sensations.

Kyle’s eyes flared with primal need. “Lily.” His breathing was ragged as his hands clenched on my hips tightly.

Leaning into him, I placed soft, sweet kisses on his collarbone before I made my way to his throat. His broad neck and shoulders were sexy as hell, and I didn’t know if I wanted to lick, suck, or kiss him. I pulled his waist closer to mine, purposely letting his erection press against my belly, feeling it through our clothes. His responding growl made me chuckle.

“You have one minute until it’s my turn, Lily, and then you’re mine.” He clenched his jaw.

“Oh no. This is my show,” I replied. Kissing him, I ran my hands down his toned stomach muscles.

His eyes closed as he shook his head. I loved to test his self-control. It made me feel beautiful and confident.

He tilted his head back. “Not a chance. I won’t survive it, especially knowing what’s under that dress of yours.” He revealed a melt-in-my-panties grin. “Forty-nine seconds.”

I giggled. I knew he enjoyed being touched as much as I enjoyed touching him, but sometimes, his sexy alpha beast took over, wanting to dominate and conquer. His glare told me I was wasting time.

Then, he gave me a verbal reminder. “Forty-five.”

I hurriedly unbuckled his pants, letting them pool at his feet. I moistened my lips at the sight before me. Kyle was standing there, nearly naked, in white Calvin Klein briefs with a well-defined body full of muscles, and he was staring at me as if I were dessert.

Stepping forward, Kyle pivoted me, so my backside was up against his chest. A soft growl escaped him. “Times up,” he said, his voice hoarse. His hands moved down my sides, and he firmly pulled my hips closer to his front.

His erection nestled against my behind, and I could not withhold the moan that left my lips.

“That’s right,” he whispered into my ear.

I closed my eyes to just go with the feel of my body.

Kyle gently used his finger to move my hair away from one side of my neck. I could feel his breath when he lowered his lips and placed soft kisses across my shoulder blade. I shuddered as he continued his way down my spine, dragging his lips across my skin. His mouth lifted and he shifted back, lowering to his knees before he pushed my thin dress up around my hips.

Kyle inhaled sharply as he exposed my black lace panties and matching garter attached to my nude stockings. He ran his hands across my behind and along my panties, letting out a strangled groan.

“I don’t know what tortured me more today…” He stood up and ran his lips along the base of my neck and shoulder. “Watching you move in this dress and heels or knowing what you had on underneath.”

He grabbed the hem of my dress and took it off in one swift move. He inhaled sharply for a second time. “Christ, woman,”
he barely voiced, taking in the full effect of my lingerie. “You
are
trying to kill me.”

I smiled at his sweetness, at how sexy he thought I was. I had never felt sexy before, and feeling it now was great. I had Kyle to thank for that.

“You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss, kiss. “Sexy.” He continued to kiss his way across my shoulder until he reached the middle, and then he began kissing down my torso.

I nearly convulsed when he reached the center of my lower back. I wasn’t sure if I would survive standing any longer as the deep pull began in my stomach.

“The sight of you dressed in this hot-ass lingerie will forever be burned in my mind.”

His hands deliberately roamed up and down the sides of my body, making me close my eyes, as his kisses reached the base of my spine. His mouth left my back, and I waited in anticipation for him to touch me again.

I glanced over my shoulder and took in his heated stare. He twisted me to face him, and he removed my stockings one at a time while his eyes devoured my skin. He rotated me again, letting his hands leisurely trail along the back lower half of my calves before they slowly made their way up to the middle.

“I love your thighs,” Kyle murmured.

His hands were now gripping the top of my legs, and he yanked me closer to place a wet kiss in the middle of my left thigh.

Shit, the tables have definitely turned.
“Kyle,” I said, my voice full of need.

But he ignored me like he was a man on a mission. His nose
brushed my skin as his kisses reached the apex of my thigh and cheek. Leaning forward, I grabbed the bed frame and shuddered.
Ohmigod.
Blood was pumping furiously in my veins, all gravitating to between my legs. He slowly removed my garter and panties to continue his onslaught.

His hands determinedly caressed my backside in his palms. “And this round, soft ass…I definitely love.”

I felt his lips part as he gently bit just below the center of my right cheek, and then he followed with a soft kiss on the same spot. My stomach clenched as I gasped and shivered. If his hands had not been holding me up, I would have buckled at the knees. I didn’t know how much more I could endure.

His name left my lips again in a plea as he turned me to face him.

“I know,” he whispered, his eyes full of desire.

It was a gorgeous sight—Kyle on his knees with his hands on each side of me, gripping my ass like he hadn’t touched me for days.

“Watch me make you come.”

He looked up into my eyes, and my lips parted. As I stood there, he placed his forearms in between my legs and widened my stance. Realizing his intentions, I braced some of my weight against the tall king bed behind me, resting my backside just over the edge while my toes gripped the hardwood beneath. I was praying I could survive this.

Leaning forward, he put his face in my sex and inhaled my scent before his tongue started slow, delightful circles around my clit. I threw my head and shoulders back, bracing my palms behind me on the mattress at an angle, as I took in every moment of his sweet torture.

“Eyes on my mouth, Lily,” Kyle said in his hard, sexy, all-alpha tone.

It was bossy, but it was hot. I writhed under him as I dropped my eyes back down to my sex. He moved his tongue off my clit and gave one long stroke up and then back down me before thrusting hard into my sex.

“Ah! Fuck!” I cried out. I was not usually much for swearing, but apparently, I could not control myself when my body’s sensations took over.

His nose brushed along my clit while he pushed his tongue deep inside me. I gave into my orgasm, crying out incoherently. Kyle gave a low chuckle at watching me lose control. It was extremely erotic to watch his mouth on me.

Kyle stood abruptly. When he carefully picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. After he spread me on the middle of the bed, he removed my bra in one swift motion. He clamped his lips over my nipple and sucked hard.

“Ah!” I cried out as my nipple puckered into a firm peak.

He repeated the gesture to its twin. Reacting to his touch instantly, my libido kicked into overdrive. Kyle shifted his pelvis to rub his erection back and forth along my sensitive folds, and I bit my lip to hold off another orgasm.

With his right hand, he gently brushed his fingertips over my clit, teasing it, while his length entered me just enough to create friction. His precise slow thrusts kept pace with his hand. A thin coat of sweat broke across my skin as the second orgasm surpassed me, igniting every last nerve ending in my body.

After my release subsided, he gently pushed forward, one inch at a time, stretching and filling me full. Our moans filled the air, mingling together, and I was barely able to hear his groans over my own.

“So tight.” He stilled momentarily and put his forehead against mine.

I tried to absorb the warmth of his body.

“I love the way you take me in…so deep inside you,” he breathed. “It’s like you never want to let me go.”

“I don’t.” My uneven breathing matched his.

He pulled out and pressed back in slowly. Tilting his head, his eyes settled on mine as his thrusts began to quicken. His eyes held unspoken words, making my heart constrict with need for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest as I met his rhythm, allowing the ambiences to flow between us.

He pumped in and out, and his mouth devoured mine. While biting and kissing at my lower lip, he lowered his hand between us, touching where his erection was propelling in and out of my sex. As he spread my juices up over my clit, I flew apart, losing sight of where he ended and I began. He grunted with two final thrusts before filling me with his release.

Kyle lowered his body next to mine and gathered me close. He kissed my forehead sweetly, and I closed my eyes, wondering how this kind, loving man was before me.

As I tried to sleep, my thoughts drifted back to Kyle and the amount of time we had known each other. It had been an emotionally intense and short two weeks. I took a silent deep breath.

Kyle was so sweet, romantic, and thoughtful while also being strong, independent, and sometimes possessive and intense. These were all important traits to me—in the right balance, of course. I loved how easy it was to be around him. He could be so playful, and I definitely needed more of that in my life. He was a hard worker and a very talented craftsman. His house was an amazing accomplishment all by itself, and it reflected his dedication and character. I had yet to see much of the businessman side of him, but with his drive and determination, I had no doubt that he was successful in everything he did.

California was Kyle’s home and where he belonged. His family was there, and it would not be right to ask him to leave, but I was not sure if California was somewhere that could be my home. Florida was familiar to me, and it was my comfort zone. Besides my love for the scenery and water, Luke and Brooke were really my only ties to Florida.

I still didn’t know what I thought about moving. I supposed I would do it for love. That was something I would have to figure out, and have faith that it would fall into place as it was meant to be.

Wait! Love?

Thank goodness it was dark, and Kyle couldn’t see my eyes bulging out of my head.

No. No. No, Lily! This cannot be love.
I knew I wasn’t ready for that, considering that I was an emotional mess. And I couldn’t be in love with someone I had only known for two weeks. I just overanalyzing the idea of moving.

My thoughts, once again, overwhelmed me. I was in my own personal roller coaster, and it was all moving so fast. I had so many feelings for Kyle that terrified me, but I decided not to focus on that now. It had been an eventful day, and overanalyzing things wouldn’t help.

I snuggled closer into Kyle, feeling his warmth wrap around me. Whenever his was near, it gave me a sense of security to not worry about the changes I couldn’t control. I knew I was already in too deep to walk away, and I just needed to have faith and trust my heart.

I was almost asleep when Kyle pulled me in closer, and I felt his lips brush against my ear.

“Stop overthinking it, Lily. I’m never letting you go.”

For nearly three years, I had planned to never give my heart away in fear of loss, but now, I was afraid I already had.

Sunday morning, we had lunch with Kyle’s family. It was very casual—just a normal family, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It made me think of some great Sundays I’d had with my family before my sister and I had gone to college. Sundays had been our day to stay home in our PJs, just the four of us, with no errands, no electronics, and no one else around. It had been great. Some of my favorite memories included those Sundays.

Afterward, Kyle and I were on our way back to Florida. Our flight was uneventful. We went back to my place and rented a movie. We snuggled up and both fell asleep halfway through.