“All right. Hey, is it okay if I stop by the bar tomorrow? There’s something I want to talk to you about, and it’s pretty important.” Trevor sounded a little nervous, which was odd. She couldn’t remember a time when Trevor Black had ever been nervous.
“Yeah, of course. You know you don’t even have to ask. Come by whenever.”
“Okay, love. Good night.”
“Good night.” Kara hung up the phone, then turned to William. “Why did you bring me here?”
William got out of the truck and walked around to open her door. “You didn’t want to go home, I didn’t feel comfortable dropping you off at some hotel, and you said to take you wherever. So here we are.” He helped her down, and she tried to ignore the pull she felt in her core when his large, strong hand grazed her lower back just above her ass.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” she said in her best matter-of-fact tone, although the hiccup at the end probably didn’t help her cause.
Damn tequila.
She watched as he ran his hand through his dark black hair, his blue eyes shining in the night.
“That’s interesting, especially since I don’t remember asking you to.”
“Oh, girls need an invitation, do they? Here I thought it was a free-for-all.” She tried to steady her steps, even though she knew she swayed, as she made her way up the drive. Her head swam, and she knew she needed to get to bed soon before the liquor completely took over her senses.
He stepped in front when they got to the door, unlocked it, and opened it for her. She walked inside, the house dark except for the moonlight shining through the large side windows. She turned to ask him where she would be sleeping but stopped short when she realized his massive chest was mere inches from her. Her pussy clenched with desire—
traitor
—as she slowly looked up to his face.
William looked down at her, his face partially hidden in the shadows. “The best rides in the world are invitation only, Priss Pot, and I assure you I’m one of them.”
“Okay.” Kara didn’t know what was happening inside her body, whether it was the effects of the tequila or the fact that it had been
way
too long since she’d enjoyed the company of a man, but in that moment she felt hot, wet desire rush to her core, and before she could stop herself, she flung herself into William’s arms. She heard his surprise before her lips covered his; then he groaned into her mouth as his arms wrapped around her waist and crushed her to his large body. His tongue invaded her mouth, testing and tasting every inch. She clumsily reached for the bottom of his shirt but was stopped by his long fingers wrapping around her wrists.
“No, not tonight. You’re drunk.” His voice sounded strained, and she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach.
“I’m not; I promise.” She could hear the slur in her words and hated the fact that she’d allowed herself to drink more than usual.
“Right.” William took a deep breath, then pulled away from her, although he kept her hand in his. He led her down the hallway, and when she tripped over her feet, he turned and gently picked her up into his arms.
“Oh gosh, this is fucking humiliating,” Kara mumbled into his shoulder.
William shrugged as he placed her onto the bed.
His bed?
“It could be worse. You could have puked in the truck or something.”
Kara lay back against the pillows, then turned her head to the side and inhaled a masculine scent.
Yes, this is definitely his bed.
There was something deliciously perverse about her skin coming into contact with blankets that had kissed his naked body.
Oh, fuck you, tequila, fuck you.
William stood above her and watched her curiously. After a few moments, he went to the foot of the bed and took off her boots and socks. When he finished, he pulled the covers out from underneath her, then unbuttoned her jeans.
Kara’s chest rose and fell with short, shallow breaths. There were too many sensations, each one more profound than the last, and she tried desperately to ground herself. She wanted nothing more than for him to rip off her clothes and take her. Roughly thrust into her, fill her,
devour
her until she forgot every single worry that plagued her thoughts. Her head swam, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the tequila or the pressure of his fingers against her middle as he slowly unzipped her jeans.
He hesitated; then his eyes found hers, the intensity in them enough to make her shudder and squeeze her thighs together. The move didn’t go unnoticed, and as his face reddened, he averted his eyes and slowly stripped off her pants, then reached for the blanket and covered her up. He stood and went to the dresser, then pulled out a white T-shirt. “Here,” he said as he held it out to her. “I’d help you, but I…I can’t.”
Kara looked at him uncertainly, then saw the large bulge in his pants. She pushed herself up, doing her best to ignore the immediate protest from her head, and took the shirt from him. He quickly left the room, and soon she heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. She pulled off her top and bra and had just shimmied into his shirt when he walked back in. He handed her a bottle of water and two Advil. She took them from his hand, and a bolt of electricity shot through her body when her fingertips brushed his palm. She placed the pills on her tongue and swallowed them down with the ice-cold water. “Thank you,” she whispered.
William nodded in response. “Good night, Kara.”
“Wait.” He stopped at the door and looked back at her over his shoulder. She couldn’t explain it, but she couldn’t bear the thought of being alone. “Please don’t leave me. I…I don’t want to be by myself.” She saw him consider her words, and when he didn’t respond, she continued. “I know you can’t stand me, which is fair because I haven’t been very nice to you, and you’ve already done enough tonight, but will you please stay with me?” Her heart sank when instead of turning around, he walked out of the room. She lay back and finally gave in to her emotions, the tears overflowing as she felt the full weight of the day come crashing down.
* * * *
William dug into the dryer and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. How the hell was he going to sleep next to Kara? The woman drove him absolutely mind-numbingly fucking crazy. But tonight something had shifted. He’d seen her shed the uptight persona and relax. When she’d danced against him at Crossroads,
shit
, they’d moved like they’d been lovers for years. He’d damn near come in his pants like a teenager when he’d taken off her jeans. Even though he’d done his best not to look, he’d caught a glimpse of her nude panties when he’d covered her up. His mouth watered at the thought of the delicate flesh that lay underneath them.
He stripped off his pants and underwear, then pulled off his shirt. As he stood there naked, he could feel every muscle in his body clenching and flexing with need. It was going to be a long fucking night. He put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, then stepped into his sweatpants and headed toward the bedroom.
Kara’s muffled cries greeted him at the door, then stopped suddenly, as if she’d realized he was there. She stayed still, her body turned to her side in a fetal position.
William turned off the hallway light, then quietly walked into the bedroom and slid underneath the covers. He could feel her body heat next to him, and his cock ached to be let free.
“Come on,” he said as he lay on his side, arm outstretched so she could lean into him. He saw her turn her face slightly to look at him. “Come here. You know you want to. As you’ve said many times, I’m an asshole, but what you don’t know is I’m also a fantastic cuddler. Seriously, I have trophies in the attic. So let’s go.” He gestured for her to come closer, and the unfamiliar warmth in his heart didn’t go unnoticed when she giggled slightly, turned to face him, and tentatively snuggled into his side. He breathed in her scent as she placed her forehead on his shoulder.
“Maybe you’re not so bad,” she muttered sleepily.
“Oh no, trust me, I’m a monster.” He felt her smile into his chest, and he allowed his thumb to tenderly caress her back. “You just seem like you need a break tonight.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
William lay there for a long time, listening to the sound of her breathing as she slept. Slept next to him, in his bed, in his T-shirt. He didn’t know what weighed on her heart, and he didn’t like that he cared, but he was happy he was able to offer her some comfort. He took in one more breath of her hair and then allowed sleep to overtake him.
* * * *
William awoke to someone speaking his name. No, not speaking,
whimpering
. Sleep slowly left his body, and he opened his eyes to gentle sunlight filtering in through his bedroom windows. Then he felt it. Felt
her
. Kara was tucked into his side, still asleep. She’d thrown one leg over his hip, and good God, she was grinding her panty-clad pussy against his morning wood, his name falling from her lips on a whisper.
“More, William. Please, I need
more
.” Kara snaked her arm around his hip and pulled him closer, relentlessly crushing her warm center against his erection.
If he had any chance of stopping this, he needed to do it now; otherwise, his dick would win the battle. He placed his hand on her chin. “Kara—”
“Just
fuck
me, William. Please. Do it now.” She grabbed his hand and placed it over her mound.
William’s dick grew impossibly harder at the contact, and a groan ripped from his lips when his palm came into contact with the wet spot in the center of her panties. She was trying to fucking kill him.
He needed to wake her up and fast. He rolled on top of her, cursing under his breath when his cock nestled snugly in the apex of her thighs. He did his best to ignore the instant pull in his balls as she brought her hips up, rubbing herself against him. “Kara. Wake up.”
Kara’s eyes popped open and quickly took in her surroundings. “Wha—”
He could see her confusion so he quickly tried to fill in any blanks. “We came back to my house last night. Do you remember?” She quickly nodded, and he continued. “You were upset about something and didn’t want to be left alone. So I slept in here with you. Nothing happened, I promise; you were drunk. We just slept.”
She nodded slowly, then glanced down to their lower bodies, still fused together. He began to push off her, but her thighs tightened around his hips, holding him in place. “I’m not drunk now,” she whispered breathlessly.
He groaned and allowed his hips to relax into her, the feel of her sex teasing him from beneath those damn nude panties. “I know.” He searched her eyes, still not sure who the hell was staring back at him. This was not the uptight Kara he’d been around countless times before. This woman… She was indescribable. “Are you sure?”
Kara remained silent as her tongue skated out to lick her top lip, then pull the bottom one between her teeth. She kept her eyes locked on his, then grabbed the hem of the white T-shirt she wore and pulled it up and over her head. “Yes, I’m positive,” she said as she tossed it to the floor.
William’s gaze immediately shifted to her bare breasts. He exhaled sharply when her pink nipples hardened into tight peaks, pleading for his attention. He lowered his head and pulled one perfect breast into his mouth, laving it with his tongue as he moaned against her smooth skin. He heard a cry escape her lips as she arched her back, the move pushing her chest further into him. He released her breast and turned his attention to the other, worshipping it in the same way he had the first. Her pussy continued to push against him, grinding from side to side, begging him to release his dick and bury himself inside her. He looked into her eyes, fully aware of the lust she must see on his face. “What are we doing?”
KARA HAD NO idea how to answer his question. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing; all she knew for certain was she needed him, and she’d think of what that meant later. “We’re being two grown-ass adults who want to fuck. Unless…you don’t want to?”
“Jesus, Kara. Seriously?” He pushed his hard-on into her sex. “Does it feel like I don’t want to?”
“Then do it,” Kara challenged. Why was he stalling? “What is the problem? I’m here, beneath you and practically naked, begging you to screw me. The William I know fucked a girl in the bathroom at that concert we all went to a few months ago, remember? So just fucking do it already!”
Before she could goad him any further, he quickly flipped her onto her stomach, then slid his arm beneath her and pulled her up onto all fours. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked as he raked his hands down her back. She squirmed on the bed, her hips shimmying back and forth in front of him. She yelped in surprise as his teeth bit into her ass cheek, hard. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, this is what I want. Please, William.” She gasped when she felt his long fingers tighten around the straps of her thong. He quickly yanked them down until they rested just above her knees. She looked over her shoulder as he hurriedly pushed his pants down. His cock sprang back up, beautiful and thick, and she desperately needed it inside her.
“You are such a fucking pain in my ass,” he muttered as he leaned over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
Kara nodded in agreement. She knew she was a bitch to him, and truthfully, she did it on purpose. When he’d realized she owned the bar he so carelessly insulted, he’d quickly tried to backtrack. She didn’t need anyone’s sympathy, especially his. She’d take his dick, though, with pleasure.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? You show up all the time looking so damn sexy, then get in your little snide digs at me, so it’s easy for me to detest you. But now…now what? Last night you gave me a glimpse into the vixen you hide inside, then you spread yourself out for me, and I’m supposed to do what, exactly? Say no?” He rubbed the head of his dick against her sopping wet pussy as he leaned over and spoke into her ear. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ll take you any way I can get you.” He leaned back and then thrust deep into her, rocking her forward on the bed.
“Oh…yes!” Kara moaned as he stretched her insides. She felt every inch of him slide out until just the head was left, then push back into her, filling her completely. He was thick and long, and she felt him so deeply it bordered just on the pleasurable side of pain. She could feel him holding back.
That simply won’t do.
“Harder,” she instructed.