Page 12 of The Tycoon's Pet

She shakes her head, her cheeks flushed, eyes dark with longing. “No, I want this. I want you.”

Her words are my undoing. I capture her lips again, my kiss fierce and possessive. She responds with equal fervor, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me closer. I lose myself in the heat of her mouth, press her closer against my body but yet again, I can't seem to get enough of her.

The front of her dress is falling beneath us, revealing her perfect, perky tits. I take one look at them and feel like a man who was lost in the desert and finally caught a glimpse of an oasis. I reach my hand out and Kayla gasps, before giving me a small nod to show it’s okay to proceed.

I fondle her, her skin like velvet beneath my hands. She’s the perfect fit and I can’t wait to see where else we perfectly fit together.

I want more… so much more than she might be ready to give.

I force myself to pull back, resting my forehead against hers, both of us breathing heavily.

“We should stop… just for now,” I reluctantly say. She sighs, nodding her head in agreement.

A soft smile spreads across her face. “Thank you... For tonight. For everything.”

With a parting kiss, I leave. I don’t stop thinking about her until long after I get home.

Chapter Six

Kayla

I close my eyes, slightly trailing my fingers over my lips, lost in the memory of that night a few days ago; the feeling of Paul's lips on mine, his strong hand on my waist as he pulled me closer, the feel of his hands on my breasts... It was magical. Everything that I've always dreamed of yet nothing like I ever imagined. The moment keeps replaying in my head, like a scene from a broken film, over and over again.

I can still feel the gentle pressure of his mouth, the way his fingers traced my jawline, the heat of his hands on my skin sending shivers down my spine, the intensity in his smoldering green eyes as he claimed my lips and branded my soul to his.

There's no escaping him now. Only a kiss and some light touching and he's ruined me for anyone else… I can't even conceive the thought of being touched like that by anyone else.

A knock on the door breaks me out of my stupor. It must be Bonnie, here for movie night—and hopefully for me to fill her in on everything that’s happened with Paul.

“Hi!!” She greets as she comes in, unloading her bag loaded with candy and our favorite super sweet Moscato. Movie nights are always for sugar overload.

I can’t even hold myself back for a second, “Bon, PAUL AND I KISSED!” I nearly shout at her and immediately start laughing as her jaw drops to the floor.

“Girl! Spill, tell me all the details!” she says, cracking open the wine and pouring us two hefty glasses. We sit on the couch and I tell her everything—the stylist, the dress, the limo, our dinner, and asking him to come in. By the time I finish, Bonnie can’t believe the change in events either.

“No way! That sounds like something straight out of a movie,” she says, tossing some popcorn into her mouth to really emphasize the effect. Neither of us can stop laughing. “So, what now?” she continues. “Are you guys like… together?”

I bite my lip, uncertain. “I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it since. He has either left before I get there in the morning or comes back late at night after I've already gone home. Do you…” I let my voice trail off, scared to admit the thought that's been playing at the edge of my consciousness for the past two days after our kiss. “Do you think he's avoiding me?”

Bonnie tilts her head, her brows dipping thoughtfully. “It’s possible he’s just busy. Have you tried talking to him?”

I shake my head. “No, I’ve been too nervous. What if he regrets it? What if he’s just trying to find a way to let me down gently?”

Bonnie scoffs. "Kay, you're overthinking this. The man went through all that trouble to surprise you with a fancy dinner and then kissed you like he'd been waiting his whole life for it. I seriously doubt he regrets anything."

I sigh, feeling a bit reassured but still uncertain. “I just wish I knew what he was thinking.”

Bonnie smiles, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ll never know unless you talk to him. Maybe he’s just as nervous as you are.

"Paul? Nervous?" I ask, shaking my head with a skeptical smile. "I don't think so."

“You'd be surprised,” Bonnie says, chuckling. “By the way, did you tell him about your plans to start your own business?”

I shake my head, my chest tightening with guilt. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“I just… I haven't gotten a chance to tell him.”

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