Page 18 of A Little Bit Wild

“Sure,” he says, and I could almost swear that his grip tightens on the take-out bag of desserts.

I unlock the front door, letting us in, and as soon as the door closes behind us, I’m on him. The take-out bag falls to the ground as I press my body against his and kiss him. I have to stand on my tiptoes to reach, but it’s worth it to have his mouth on mine.

“Fuck,” Kye groans, gripping my waist and tugging me up further.

When he realizes I can’t stretch anymore, he spins us, lifting me in his arms so our mouths are level.

“That’s better,” he says as my back lands against the front door, and I nod, eager to have his lips on mine again.

“Kiss me,” I beg, and he happily obliges.

I cling to him, my legs wrapping around his lean waist as his lips claim mine. He tastes like basil and tomatoes, and Italian food suddenly becomes my new favorite.

Kye’s fingers dig into my ass, and I wonder if I’ll have bruises tomorrow. For some reason, I hope so. I want to wear his brand; I want to look down and see the reminder of this night for days to come.

“Bedroom,” Kye asks against my mouth, and I hum in the back of my throat.

I need to answer him, but I don’t want to pull away for even one second. Who would have thought that the quiet, studious girl that all of my classmates and colleagues know would be such a little minx?

“Hall,” I mutter against his lips, and he grunts, lifting me and starting to carry me through the house.

I bought this place because it was close to the water, and I knew my mom would love it. She always dreamed of owning a place on the beach, and I made that dream come true. I wish that she had been able to enjoy it more, but being here now still makes me feel close to her.

We make it into the master bedroom at the end of the hall, and I sigh as Kye lays me down on the bed.

“Aria,” he starts, and I know he’s going to ask me if I’m sure, but I don’t want him to. I don’t want to think tonight. I don’t want to weigh all of the pros and cons. I just want to enjoy myself for once.

“Fuck me. Please,” I tell him, and his blue eyes darken with want.

“Yep,” he says, and then he’s reaching for my clothes.

I sit up, helping tug my shirt over my head. He reaches for my bra, and I go for the button of his jeans. We’re a jumble of clumsy hands, but we manage to make it work.

“Jesus,” Kye moans when my breasts are free from the lace bra, and I’ve never felt more beautiful than in this moment.

He’s not looking at the rolls of my stomach or my wide hips. He’s just looking at me, at all of me, and it’s clear that he likes what he sees.

“Kye,” I say, and he nods, pulling himself out of his daze.

“I’ve got you,” he promises.

He pulls his shirt off, and I shimmy out of my jeans. Then I’m before him in just my panties. He’s staring down at me, his jeans unbuttoned but still around his hips.

“You’re the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says, and I can see the honesty and need swirling in his eyes.

“You’re hot as fuck,” I tell him, and he laughs.

Then he’s on me. He kisses me as his hands find my breasts, and he cups the soft mounds in his hands.

“So damn soft,” he whispers as he starts to trail kisses down my neck.

I close my eyes, letting Kye take charge. His licks a path across my collarbone, and I shiver. When his mouth wraps around one sensitive nipple, my brain shuts off, and I just feel.

I want to stay in this bubble forever, where it’s just Kye and me. I love feeling the weight of him on top of me. I love each of the callouses on his fingers as he runs his hands over me.

“More,” I beg, and he smiles against my skin as he starts to kiss lower.

He kneels on the side of the bed, gripping my hips and dragging me closer to the edge. Then he’s pulling my panties down my legs and tossing them aside.

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