Untangle Me (2 page)

Have I ever been kissed like this?
His lips pulled away from mine and I swayed a bit.

“Let’s go inside,” he said as he steadied my frame, “We’ll get your stuff later.”

He closed my door, snagged the keys from my grip, and locked the car. He reached for my hand and enclosed it in his before squeezing lightly. My fate was sealed.

I followed slightly behind him taking in my surrounds. The apartment complex was shaped in a U with an open courtyard filled with palm trees, foliage, and paths leading to the apartments. The units were stacked three high and lined with wooden porches connecting the doorways. Birds sang in the trees as the sun shone, casting shadows upon the ground.

He turned the handle, and I immediately froze. Three men sat in the cozy apartment, but clearly it was a male-only dwelling based on the interior. Sparse non-matching furniture filled the space. No decorations, only white blank walls. It was frat like in appearance. My belly began to dance, but I tried to walk confidently. One man was lying on the couch watching television, and two others were sitting at the dining room table using their laptops.

“Guys, this is Sophia. Sophia, these are the guys,” he said as we walked through the living room without stopping.

“Hey,” they said as three sets of eyes looked at me almost in unison. I felt their eyes peeling off my clothing piece by piece.

“Hey,” I said as Kayden pulled me down the hallway to avert their stares.

His bedroom was filled with modern black furniture, a flat screen television, and a couple simple decorations. His bed was covered in red and black bedding. It was simple, but matched unlike the living room.

I turned around to face him and his lips were upon mine in a flash. He guided me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed.

How far will I let him go? Oh Jesus, How far was he willing to take me?

My heart began to race and my mind flooded with images of him naked. The only sound filling the room was our labored breaths and lips moving rapidly.

He laid me gently on the bed and crawled on top of me. Our hands moved across each other’s bodies quickly. The man could kiss, and it was intoxicating. We had spent so much time talking, teasing, the sexual tension was suffocating.

I had lost all will power with his kiss. His hands moved along my body, touching my breasts through my shirt and bra. I reached down, feeling his cock through his pants. He was large, very large—larger than any man that I had experience with.

Fuckin’ hell.
My mind raced, worried how I would be able to handle a man of his size.

I whispered to him, “You’re going to kill me.”

He chuckled a slow, sweet laugh against my lips. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. He began to trail kisses down my neck causing my body to break out in goose bumps. He yanked my navy blue tank top down with my bra, exposing my breast. He grazed it with his finger and pleasure shot through my body. His mouth found my nipple, his appetite ravenous. I moaned from the tingle that flowed down my body to my core. His smooth hands slid up my thigh and into my shorts, pushing my panties aside. A solid bond formed between his lips and my nipple, pain mixed with pleasure when his finger entered me. I rubbed his head and scratched his arms, unsure of how to react.

His head dipped down, and my stomach sank.

Was I ready for this?

He didn’t attempt to unbutton my shorts as he kissed my stomach down to the top of my shorts. He moved the cloth sideways; his mouth engulfed me, and covering my delicate flesh. He licked and sucked like a starved man, and I freely offered myself up as a meal. Pure ecstasy. He stopped abruptly and moved back up my body, kissing me on my lips, deep and passionate.

“We need to go, Sophia.” His body moved away from mine. “Are you ready to hit the town?” he asked me with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“What?”

I’m so confused
.
One minute he was licking me in the most forbidden places, the passion was almost suffocating, and now he wanted to leave?

My head was spinning and I shook it to try and clear my thoughts.

“We have to get out of here. If we don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself. Let’s go downtown and enjoy the French Quarter.” He climbed off the bed and watched me intently.

He’s right, don’t argue.
“Okay,” I said as I rearranged my clothing and pulled my underwear back into place.

He reached for my hand and helped me off the bed, sliding my palm down the cloth to smooth the wrinkles.

My thoughts were racing, but I was at a loss for words as we walked out of the bedroom. I kept my eyes towards the ground unable to look at his roommates, but I couldn’t stop a smile from dancing across my lips.

Kayden opened the front door for me, before grabbing his keys. He was half way out the door when we heard, “Damn, who knew he fucked like a teenage boy?”

Kayden closed the door; stopping, he placed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Sophia. They’re so fucking immature.”

“It’s okay, Kayden. I know how boys can be, let’s just go.”

“Come on, beautiful,” he said kissing my cheek. “I can’t wait to show you the beauty of New Orleans in person.”

Do I Know You?

Six Weeks Before…

“Hello...,” he said. “Earth to Sophia.”

I jumped as fingers snapped in my face. “Oh, sorry Bob,” I said, blinking a couple times.

“Where did you go off to?” Bob asked.

“Nowhere, something just caught my eye on the other side of the restaurant.” I’ve always been a terrible liar; thank God Bob is too self-absorbed to figure it out.

I wanted to leave work behind at the end of the day, but Bob couldn’t talk about anything else. He asked me out six months ago after school one day. I figured what the hell, why not? He was attractive, a couple years younger, had a stable job, and seemed reliable.

“As I was saying before you zoned out, this kid in my class today.” I stared at him but couldn’t comprehend a word he spoke, I didn’t want to either.

Bob and I had a casual relationship, going out once a week for dinner and drinks. Lately, the evenings ended at his place consisting of lack-luster sex. Bob is the type of man that ‘makes love’ in the only position he’s comfortable… missionary. I moaned when it seemed right and faked my orgasms when I had enough. Sex with Bob just didn’t have that extra something that put me over the edge, but then again, no one ever did.

Bob laughed across the table, “Can you believe he said that?”

If people could be a color, Bob would be navy blue. He didn’t have the edginess to be black or the sparkle for white, but the blandness that only navy blue could describe.

I laughed shaking my head. “That’s too funny,” I said pretending to pay attention.

“Do you want to come over tonight, Sophia?” He said smiling with raised eyebrows.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I’m kind of tired, Bob, mind if I just go home tonight?”

“Another night then,” he replied.

I sighed as I pulled in my driveway; I wanted to crawl out of my skin, break the good girl mold that I’d allowed others to cage me in. I lived another life in my books, one filled with excitement and passion. My book boyfriends dominated me, fucking me so hard that my orgasms knocked me out.

I crawled in bed curling up with my flavor of the week; tonight I’d have my hair pulled and ass smacked by an alpha male with a heart. A buzzing sound pulled me from the daydream, ruining my moment.

Kayden Michaels wanted to be my friend on Facebook. The name didn’t sound familiar, but I clicked on his profile anyways. He grew up close to my hometown and we had a few mutual friends, but his face wasn’t one I remembered. I tapped message from his profile.

Me: Do I know you?

Clicking on his photo, I studied his face. He had warm green eyes, a shaven head, a sinful grin framed by a goatee, and dimples…
fucking hell, he’s got dimples.
His facial hair was a mix of brown and gold, but the rest of him was smooth. He looked like the quintessential bad boy, a type I steered clear of my entire life, but visited nightly in my fantasies. As I stared at my screen, a message popped up, blocking his face.

Kayden: Not yet.

I stared at the screen, tapping my finger against my lip, my finger hovering over the decline button before his message stopped me.

Kayden: I saw your post to Freddie, we went to school together and I knew your brother.

Freddie is a life-long family friend, my brother’s best friend throughout childhood. Freddie went on vacations with my family, attended holidays, and still visits my grandparents to this day.

Me: Freddie’s such a nice guy; I’ve known him for as long as I can remember.

Kayden: I don’t remember you hanging out with us back in the day.

Butterflies filled my stomach as I thought about my brother’s friends. I had a crush on most of them during my awkward teenage years, but they treated me like a little sister. I wanted to tag along and be included, but I was looked at as more of a nuisance.

Me: I’m younger than my brother and didn’t really hang out with them.

Kayden: Probably for the best… at least for you, not for me.

I smiled at his small flirtation; those guys had flirting down pat. Girls dropped their panties for a wink or a smile. They lived in a world filled with color, while my world’s been saturated in somber tones.

Me: It was best for me at the time. Thanks for the request, maybe we’ll talk again sometime.

Kayden: Hey, wait. Where ya going?

I tapped my finger against the phone thinking of a response.
Shit.
I couldn’t think of anything witty, my mind going blank.

Me: Well, I found out how I knew you, figured we’re done.

Kayden: I’m not. I heard your brother got in some trouble a couple years back?

I sighed reading his words. My brother led a different life, never taking the easy road. He lived the rebellious life filled with adventure and danger; I read books, attended college, and fucked only three guys in my life. Trouble sounded more like he’d been slapped on the hand for touching something off limits; my brother spent two years in prison on a conspiracy charge… we’re polar opposites.

Me: Yeah, he’s doing fine now, though. Were you mixed up in that world?

Kayden: Hell no, I wrestled with the guys in school, but never hung out with them much after high school.

Me: Smart boy.

Kayden: Boy? It’s been a long time since someone called me that, little girl.

I smirked blinking slowly at his reply, his words made my insides warm.

Me: LOL. Tell me about Kayden ‘the man’.

Kayden: Anything you want. I’ll give you the short version of my life story. I live in New Orleans, install cable, I’m thirty-six, work hard, play harder, and I’m blissfully single.

Me: I’m a school librarian, live in Florida, divorced, I’m thirty-two and I’m navy blue.

I blushed hitting the send button. My message was cryptic and I knew that only I would understand. He played hard, while I stayed home on a Friday to go to bed with my book boyfriends.

Kayden: What the hell does that mean?

Way to go, make him think you’re absolutely crazy, Sophia.
I needed to stop talking before I really embarrassed myself.

Me: Nothing, just an inside joke. Hey, I’m tired; maybe we can talk again soon.

Kayden: We will., I have to be up early for work anyways. Sweet dreams beautiful.

My cheeks warmed with his words—beautiful. I’ve been called beautiful before, but usually not by a man I’d classify as out of my league.

Me: Night.

What the fuck did I do?
A sexy man was flirting with me and I ran away like a scared school girl. Sighing, I opened my book and began reading the words on the page; I pictured his sparkling green eyes looking into mine and his luscious lips on my skin.