In the Stars (15 page)

I GET BACK into my car, and put my new black and gold box into my purse. I decide my best bet is to just try and forget that whole moment just happened. I know, though, by the tingles I can still feel running through me from being so close to and slightly touching Eric, that forgetting is a lost cause.

I pause outside the entrance to the townhouses where Kyle lives. I take a quick glance at myself in the mirror and shake out my hands, trying to work all my nerves and tension out. I pull in and park behind his car. I turn, reaching into my backseat for my bag, when my driver’s door suddenly opens and warm hands reach over, taking the bag from me.

I let out a slight gasp, and turn to see Kyle standing there with a big smile on his face. I turn my legs to step out and he reaches out, pulling me up and wrapping his arm around me. Kyle pulls me in tightly up against him, and kisses the top of my head. I wrap my arms around his waist and smile into his chest. Lord does this man feel and smell so good.

“Finally you’re here, Caroline. Time has just felt like it wasn’t moving today while waiting for you.” I look up, and he grabs under the bottom of my jaw and leans in, giving me the most tender kiss.

“I’m very happy I am finally here too, Kyle.”

We have our arms wrapped around each other’s waist as he leads me into his home. He shuts the door and leans in to kiss me again this time with a lot more intensity. I hear my bag drop to the floor. Our mouths both part and he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I wrap my arms tightly around him and press my chest into him. As our tongues swirl around each other, I can feel my nipples tightening under my bra and pressing into the lace. Kyle takes one of his hands and cups it under my ass. I let out a slight moan, and Kyle gives me his sexy rumble.

He starts to pull away, and slightly shakes his head. We are both smiling as we try catching our breath. “So desirable, Caroline. Let me at least show you around and feed you, before I lose all control. I have to try and keep myself in check, and not just imprison you in my arms all day.”

When he says this my thought is:
oh god, no really, imprison me; I won’t complain.
“I guess I can allow a slight break for a tour and a little nourishment. After that, though, in your arms sounds like a great place to be, Kyle.”

He lets out another rumble, grabs my bag from the floor, and practically starts to drag me toward the stairs. I can’t help but start laughing as my feet try and catch up. “Ok, this is going to be the quick tour version. Bedrooms up here; this is mine so I will put your bag in here. This one I use as an office or guest space. Now, back downstairs.”

I can’t stop laughing at Kyle. I could barely even tell you the color of the walls and carpet upstairs, because he is moving so fast. I did notice he has a very large King size bed, though. “Ok hallway, half bath here. Kitchen and Family room space together here. Are you ready to eat?”

Kyle has the biggest smile on his face, but in his eyes I see pure sex, and it gets me very excited. “Well, I think I took in a little of the blur you just showed me. Am I going to have to eat just as fast?” He walks me over to his kitchen island and pulls out a stool for me. “If you let me feed it to you, then I will try and take my time Caroline.”

I kiss him on his jaw and take my seat. “Ok, I could probably handle that. Don’t spoil me too much at once, though, Kyle. I don’t want to get to used to and expectant of it.”

Kyle just winks at me and walks over to his stove opening the warming trey. “Oh, I have no problem trying to spoil you on a regular basis. In fact, I intend to do just that, and I am going to enjoy every second of it.”

God this man, and his hot looks and sweet, sexy ways. I’m now hoping the whole feeding me thing is going to go by quickly, because I can’t wait to have my hands all over him. He pulls out two plates with chicken and vegetable skewers on them and rice on the side. It smells delicious.

“Wow Kyle, that looks really good. Did you make this?”

He sits down in the stool beside me, and turns both of us so we are facing each other. “I have been known to cook a time or two, yes. I have the grill top on my stove, so I really like using that mostly. I hope you like it.”

Kyle takes my fork and slides some of the chicken and zucchini off the skewer and holds it out to my mouth. I figure I will make the most of the moment. Leaning toward him, I open my mouth over the fork and slowly take my tongue and wrap it around the back of the chicken. I pull it slowly into my mouth, and when I take the first bite I let out a slight moan of approval.

Kyle’s eyes are on me watching me intently, and I can see the hunger in them. This isn’t the look of hunger for food. He is hungry for me. He takes a bite for himself, and we repeat this process a couple more times. I take my last bite of chicken and am wiping my mouth, when I notice the guitar sitting on a stand in the corner of the family room. I don’t even think or speak, I just get up and start to walk over toward it, eyes wide.

It is a black acoustic electric guitar. I turn to look back toward Kyle, and he is walking up behind me with a very curious expression. I, on the other hand, am just standing there—mouth open and arms flat down by my sides. My voice is slightly shaky when I start to speak. “Do you play, Kyle?”

He walks up to me and grabs one of my hands and pulls it up to his mouth, kissing at the inside of my wrist. “Yes, I play, and sing in a small band, which some friends of mine and I got started. It isn’t anything big; we just do it for fun.” I stand there staring at this wonderful man. I swear his sex appeal just grew a hundred times stronger for me. I want to push him down on the wood floor, and show him how he has my panties soaking and my sex muscles clenching with need. I can feel the heat rising through my whole body, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he can sense it too.

I reach for his hand, and rub my fingers across the slight calluses on his fingertips. Why did I not notice these before? I look up at him, and he is just watching me with hooded eyes. “Would you play me a little something? Anything is fine; if you don‘t mind.”

He grabs up the guitar and grabs my hand, leading us toward the couch. “If that is what you want, Caroline, then I don’t mind at all. Just remember, I’m no rock star or anything.” I sit on the couch, turning sideways to face where he is sitting, and cross my legs up under me. I can feel the face splitting grin I am currently wearing. Kyle sits there in thought for a moment before he starts to run his fingers across the chords.

First it is just the guitar, and then he starts to lightly sing the words as well. It is Mumford & Sons I Will Wait. No star my ass. Kyle sounds wonderful, and sitting here watching him sing and play for me, I know in this moment there will be no waiting. I want him, and I want him now!

Kyle is mid chorus when I reach over, taking the guitar from his hands and gently lay it down beside him. He looks up at me, and I climb up onto his lap, straddling him, and grab his face into my hands. I firmly press my lips to his, and make sure with this kiss I let him know that I am more than ready to have him all over and inside of me. I have my hands buried deep in his hair, and grind my sex into his growing erection I feel underneath me.

I am already soaked with arousal, and Kyle rises from the couch with me still wrapped around him and walks toward the stairs. I go to lower my feet to the ground to help us make our way to his room, when he just hikes my legs back up and pushes me into the wall at the bottom of the steps. I hear the rumble rising in his chest as he pulls his mouth away from me.

“Don’t you dare unwrap yourself from me, Caroline. I got you.”

He then takes hold of my mouth again, and starts to walk up the stairs like I weigh nothing. By the time we reach his bed and he lays us both down, I feel like I can barely breathe from the intensity of all of my senses on overload. The buildup for this moment has been way too long in the making. I want him inside me, pounding me and making me scream out in pleasure when my orgasm hits.

Kyle’s breathing is very heavy as well. He is staring into my eyes as he hovers over me with his erection pressing against my wanting. Even through the fabric of our clothes, ever little movement he makes against me makes me cry out a small whimper of need. He reaches back behind his shoulder blades pulling his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor.

He reaches out to me, and I lift slightly so he has easier access at removing my top. His fingers brush against my stomach and ribs as he is pulling it up, and I can’t help but shiver. He then releases the clasp on my bra and drops them both to the floor, staring once again taking in the sight of me.

“So fucking desirable Caroline. All the responses your body gives to me. I can feel the heat rolling off you, yet you shiver. The whimpers you let out, and tightness of your grip on me. The way you can’t keep still underneath me.” As he is saying this he his undoing my jeans, and I raise my hips so he can pull them down. They join the growing pile on the floor.

He reaches down and cups my sex through my panties and a loud rumble escapes from his chest, and I gasp at the contact. “The way you are so wet and ready. I can’t stop. I have to take you now, Caroline.”

I am already undoing his jeans as he says this and his hands reach down, taking over. He pulls down his jeans and boxers in one fast motion, then kicks them onto the floor. “Oh you better not stop; I need you in me now, Kyle. I feel an extreme ache of heat, and you need to relinquish it.”

I reach out and wrap my hand around the root of his shaft and glide it up to his tip and back down. Kyle’s head falls back as his jaw clenches together tightly and a gargling “fuck” leaves his mouth. His arm reaches past me, opening the drawer beside his bed. Then I hear the ripping of foil. Prepared indeed, and this is good because my purse is on the other side of his room and I don’t want to release him right now.

I reach out with my other hand and take the condom from him so I can roll it down his length. Kyle grabs my panties and yanks them down my legs, and I kick them off my feet. At the same time, he takes his thumb, pressing it against my clit and inserting two fingers in me. My waist bucks up on the bed with the intrusion, and it feels so good. I lean up and start kissing and sucking down his neck and collar bone as his thumb starts to rub in small circles.

“You are so, so wet and ready, Caroline. God you are going to make this happen so fast. I won’t let you off that easy, though. There will be more; a lot more.” I nip at his shoulder, and he removes his fingers from inside me. He pulls his hips back, releasing my grip, and swiftly replaces the emptiness in me with his length. We both gasp, and then begin a fast, hard rhythm together.

I can feel the tingling sensation running through me already with my orgasm building up. Kyle leans his head down and takes my nipple hard into his mouth as he once again places his thumb on my clit, circling. “Oh shit Kyle, I am going to—oh damn…….” I hear the rumble come through his chest, and he releases my nipple, only to switch to the other one. I fall apart; my sex tightening and body bucking underneath him as I yell out his name.

Kyle gives a few more hard thrusts, and throws his head back as his release hits him. “Fuck Caroline, you feel so good.” I can feel the shudders still running through his body, and then he places his forehead down to mine. I look up at him smiling and biting at the side of my lip. He smiles back at me, and pulls on my lip to release it with the fingers he just had inside me. I reach out with my tongue and lick them, and then suck the tips into my mouth. “Ah hell, you are going to kill me, aren’t you Caroline?”

“Are you complaining?”

“I am not complaining at all.”

I let out a small giggle, and lightly graze my finger nails down his back. He rolls off me to his side and pulls me over with him. He discards the condom, and we are both lying on our sides. Our legs entangled together and face to face. He is rubbing circles on my back as I run my nails up and down his arms, shoulders, and chest. We just lay like this for a moment watching each other.

“You undo me, Caroline. I hope you are not too tired, though, because I plan on doing a lot more exploring very soon.” I bite at my lip again, and he gives me a stern look. I release it quickly and smile.

“There was no taking it slow that time, Kyle. I surely am not tired; I seem to feel very good and wide awake at the moment actually.”

“I would say I feel enthralled with you right now, Caroline. At this moment sleep is not an option at all.”

Kyle takes his fingers and starts lightly tracing over my tattoo. A shiver runs through me as he gets to the moon at my ribs. “This tattoo is very sexy. Did it hurt badly? I seem to recall a conversation about you being dragged in because of a fear of needles.”

“Raleigh and I tend to exaggerate things at times when we are talking about each other. Yes I was nervous, and it hurt, but it kind of seemed to go numb after a while. I really liked what the guy drew up for me, and the way he used my skin tone and shading effect to make the look.”

Kyle leans down, kissing me softly, and then rolls me back onto my back again. “I love the look of it, and I really love the package it comes on.” With that, he starts kissing and tracing over my tat with his lips and tongue. His hand grabs a hold of my breast and his fingertips start tugging and circling around my nipple. I can feel his erection fully back in swing against my inner thigh and I can’t help but let out a moan.

His mouth continues its exploration, further and further down. When his warm tongue presses hard against my clit and flicks back and forth, loud words and sounds leave me in a blur. My fingers tangle tightly into his hair, and my hips start moving with the rhythm of his mouth. I look down at him and can see he is watching me through his lashes with a mischievous grin on his face.

I use the grip I have on his hair and pull, letting him know I want him to come back up to me. As soon as his mouth reaches the side of neck, I wrap my fingers around his silky length and begin my rhythm. He picks right up and starts thrusting his hips into my hand. He reaches over, grabbing another condom, and as soon as it is on I push him over onto his back and straddle over him. Kyle grabs hold of my hips and stops me right where his tip is at the entrance my core.