Coming Home (Only Time Will Tell #1) (22 page)

The door slowly closes behind him, his button down shirt shimmering one last time before the room takes on a new darkness without the hallway light. Only the dim glow from the bedside lamps is stopping the room being pitch black. “No. You made me feel like I came over for no fucking reason.”

“What exactly was your reason? I’d love to know that too. You made a bloody good effort to find out where I was and get on the next flight out. You must have had a fucking good reason.”

His mouth tips up slightly as he says, “I was on the same flight as you. And in the car with you. Your parents house is cute.”

Cute? Is that another word for small because we don’t have a massive house like them? “You were what? How?”

“It’s called getting there earlier and being let off the airplane before you.”

“No. Fucking. Way!” I gape. “Are you serious?”

He smiles smugly. “As a heart attack.”

I place my hand against my forehead and stare at him, feeling the temperature rise within me. “Why? What could possibly have been that important that you couldn’t wait till I got back to talk to me?”

Kyle shakes his head and gives me a half smile, and a fake one at that. “That. That was exactly my problem. I didn’t know if you were coming home. When I left I told you to go and find Kody. I just never expected you to go ahead and do it.”

God, I want to throw up. My forehead is now sweating and I’m grateful I left my hand there to hide it. I wipe it away as I throw my hands in the air and out of disbelief I shout, “That’s not what I’m doing here! You’ve seen there was a wedding. I haven’t gate-crashed it,”
completely.
“Was that the reason? To check up on me?”
 

“Yes,” he shouts back. “I realized that I couldn’t let you go without a fight. I wasn’t going to let some other guy have you.
I
want you!”
 

I take a deep breath and step towards him on shaky legs, the room spinning around me. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Which part of I love you, hasn’t registered? Kyle, you have never been a nobody. In fact, you’ve always been my everyth—”

I don’t get the opportunity to finish my sentence.

He closes the final few steps faster than a striking lightning bolt. The only thing that registers is the feeling of his hands around my upper arms and his lips hitting me. It sends the correct message to all the right places.

When he pulls back he looks over my face, a lost whimper leaving my mouth from him doing so too.

I’m too stunned and confused to do or say anything. I thought he hated me, I didn’t think he’d kiss me.

I watch as he brings his lips back to mine, his breathing erratic and filling the room, although mine isn’t much better. “Wait.” I grimace just as he’s about to kiss me again. “You can’t kiss me if you hate me. If everything I’ve said means nothing to you then don’t bother. Only kiss me if you believe me.”

I don’t like the hesitation.

“I believe you. But you have got to start believing me and trusting me. Last weekend was a mistake but I promise that if you give me the chance, I’ll prove to you that it’s only you, too.”

His eyes gleam. I want to take that sparkle and bottle it up. We both need to start with clean slates with each other. If he can promise that and I can tell him the truth then we might stand a chance. If we love each other like we say, we can conquer it, right? “I will.”

His lips find mine again, his tongue instantly wanting access, which I eagerly allow.

The kiss quickly becomes our life source, my body coming alive, hyper aware of everything as his hands glide up my arms and to my jaw, cupping it.

We’re in our own little bubble, nothing matters outside of it for the moment.

The whole room is full of static, static from the electricity that’s becoming charged between us. Every hair on my body is standing up, reacting to the force field.

His hands slip from my face, making me feel like I’m losing him, so I grab onto his shirt and dig my fingers in, clawing at his chest like a starved lioness.

Kyle’s hands continue south, brushing over my chest, my nipples feeling sensitive to his touch, even through the dress. One hand slips around to my lower back, while the other gently tugs at the ribbon that helps keep the dress together.

He unties it, and then starts on the zipper, the sound as it slowly and painfully becomes undone fills the room, amplified by the bubble we’ve made.

Pulling back, he rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily against my face. “I’ve wanted to get this off of you all night,” he whispers, the words strained like it’s torture for him. “It’s hard trying to keep out of your sight while trying to keep you in mine.”

I smile and bite my lip as I glance up. “You didn’t take long to do it. I thought you’d be needing an instruction manual to get in.”

Starting at my shoulders, he starts to slowly peel the dress away from my skin. “The first thing I did was memorize it. I looked and felt for everything I could, so I wouldn’t fuck it up.”

“Quite the Sherlock when it comes to it.”

He chuckles, continuing to remove the dress. It eventually drops from my hips, pooling at my feet. “Nothing was going to stop me tonight C.J.. It’s. Killing. Me.” Punctuating his words with a forceful kiss, he then resumes to tackle my mouth, our tongues dancing to their own song.

Kyle’s hands find my ass, gripping to it like I’m clinging to him.

The lion got his lioness.

Purposely, he walks me backwards, heading towards the bed. When the backs of my knees connect to it, I stumble slightly, but I don’t fall onto it, not yet anyway. Giving me a little bit of unwanted breathing space, he looks down at me, his lips swollen. “What’s wrong? You’re not questioning this again are you?”

I look up, smiling. “No. I just…” I trail off, releasing his shirt for a split second—only to grip at the opening, finding all the force left in my arms to tear his shirt open. “…wanted to do that. I’m practically naked, and you still have all your clothes on.” The buttons fly around the room, making their own symphony as they hit walls, the floor and the furniture.

“How many shirts do you plan on ruining?” he asks, looking down at his naked chest, completely bewildered.

“Just a few.” I place a kiss on his firmly toned chest. He’s lucky I chose a stay-on lipstick because he’d be looking diseased right now. “Problem?” I ask, sweeping the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.

“None at all, you can destroy what the hell you like,” he murmurs, looking back up at me, pushing me backwards onto the bed.

I wait for a long second, wondering if he’s going to join me, but he doesn’t. Sitting up on my elbows I look at him quizzically. “You’re second guessing this, now?” He just stands there, staring at me.

“Never. I’m just enjoying the view.”

I wiggle a foot at him. “Make yourself useful then, while you’re memorizing your beautiful ex. You can take these damn shoes off.”

He laughs at me but shakes his head. “Those things stay on. Your legs look amazing in them…I swear they go to the sky.”

He undoes his belt and pants. I watch as they fall to the floor, joining the rest of our clothes, then purposely rake my eyes up his thighs, to his boxers—which don’t hide the raging hard-on he’s sporting—over his tanned torso and finally his gorgeous face, which looks amused and hungry. “Are you done objectifying me?”

Collapsing onto the bed I shake my head. “Yes, but only if you stop standing there like that.”

My legs are nudged apart as the bed dips. I peek up to find him on all fours, hovering over me. He licks his lips as he lowers his head, just a fraction. “I think you’ve been drooling.”

Self-consciously I wipe around my mouth, feeling nothing. “Are you lying?”

“Maybe.”

Shaking my head again, the side of my mouth tips up, enjoying the view I have again.

He lowers his lips to the base of my neck, peppering kisses up and down my neck to my chest that’s slowly starting to heave at the feel of the connection.

Once my head is resting on the pillow, he kisses my lips, feverishly eating the air I have. Mercilessly, a hand skims from my shoulder, down to my chest, kneading the cup. He stops kissing my mouth, moving to my neck and behind my ear and finally my earlobe, my weak spot.

Whimpering, my back arches into him. He makes the most of the position, quickly unclasping my black lace bra and throwing it somewhere into the dark.

All the blood in my body rushes between my legs, everything else in me feels numb compared to that area, like it’s craving him.

After a quick nip on my lobe, his head ducks to my breast, latching on to my nipple, sucking and biting it until it feels red raw. He then moves to the other that had no attention, but continues to knead the tortured one, twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb.

My hips buck into him as he sucks one final time.

He looks at me with glazed eyes. “God this is better than I imagined, and I’ve not even done half the stuff I wanted to.”

“Kyle. Please.” I shamefully beg, lifting my head to kiss him, my hand tangling into his hair as I lean up on an elbow. He growls into my mouth, the vibrations from it heading south, like everything else in me.

His shaky hand travels down my stomach, heading straight to the place I want it, need it. He doesn’t waste time, moving the flimsy material to the side. It holds no match for him. The pad of his thumb quickly finds the most sensitive part, rubbing a quick circle over the nub as he sinks his fingers into me. I break the kiss, my head rolling back at the feel of him inside me.

He kisses my neck then says, “You’re so ready for this. This is why I wake up with a hard-on every day. This is what I want.”

Pulling his fingers out, he makes quick work of getting rid of the remainder of our clothing.

Once he’s hovering back over me, he stares at me for a long minute before ravaging my mouth. I feel the tip of his hard length, nudging at me, lining up to my entrance. He teases me for longer than should be legal, pushing the head in, making me whimper, then pulling back out.

My hands wrap around his back, my nails digging in, warning him to stop playing games, and he does, thrusting into me with all the force he has, both of us groaning at the feel of it.

He stills completely.

Pulling my head back, I look at him quizzically. “Kyle?”

“Fuck.” He grits out through his teeth, his eyes clenched shut. He opens them and looks into my eyes, the strain evident on his face as he tries to control his breathing. “I forgot how amazing you felt.”

“Mmmm, thanks.” I try and say steadily as I revel in the feel of him slowly pulling out.

He thrusts in again, my back arching instantly.

He does it slowly a couple more times, each time counter-balancing the slowness with his quick and harsh thrusts.

Again he slams into me, my nails make a slow and painful —for him—journey down his back. He moans, I’m not sure if it’s pain or pleasure, but he doesn’t stop me.

Gripping onto his backside, I push him into me further. The feeling is immense, hitting a spot that had been missed before.

We’re both slick with sweat, breathing uncontrollably, but he doesn’t stop, he pulls back and then continues to fiercely drive into me. I hoist my hips up, my heels planted firmly into the duvet. He continues taking me to new heights as he hits unexplored places.

I can feel my orgasm brewing stronger than before, more powerful than I thought possible.

He must sense that I’m close, he looks down at me. “Let it go C.J., I want you to prove you lied to me.”

For the love of God, I thought we’d talked this through. “What are you talking about?” completely breathless.

His nose skims up mine, as he continues his assault, driving me closer to the edge. “That night, at the bar, when I tried to drag you back to the car. You told me you’d, ‘come quietly.’ I don’t ever remembering you doing that. I want you to scream this building down.”

It clicks into place.

“That’s not fair on the rooms ne—”

He stops me with a kiss, but then continues to inform me. “There isn’t a single room occupied around us. I planned on this, I didn’t want you to hold back.”

Wow.
Thought of fucking everything, has he? Not only that, he’s very certain of himself.
 

He finds my ear lobe once more, suckling on the flesh, biting it quickly.

I don’t know where he finds it, but he finds hidden energy from somewhere. Kneeling between my thighs, he thrusts like there’s no tomorrow. The sound of the skin on skin contact entwining with the sound of our heavy breathing and the groan of the bed as it starts to hammer against the wall.

Kyle places a hand around one of my knees, helping him with his tirade, the other splays out on my stomach, his thumb finding my ultra-sensitive flesh. I only last a couple of strokes after that and I can’t help doing as I’m told, screaming, “Kyle!” as my body starts exploding like it’s the Fourth of July, my back arching for the millionth time. I’m disorientated and my whole body tingles from the force.

He pounds into me a couple more times before he too moans his release. “Holy fucking…” I watch him through bleary eyes, his head rolling backwards, the whole time I can feel him twitching inside me as he pours out.

After a few seconds, he looks back down at me, his chest looking like he’s ran ten marathons.

Collapsing on top of me, he nuzzles into my neck, giving me a sweet kiss. “Shit… That was a million times better than what I thought it would be. Dreaming of me and you, is nothing compared to the reality.”