Page 65 of Holy Hearts
I feel Kai’s gaze like a physical touch, demanding, hot, and so unwavering it’s almost maddening.
I look back up at him.
The air between us thickens, loaded with something unsaid, unacknowledged. Kai’s smile twists as if he knows exactly where my thoughts are, what kind of pulse is thrumming in my veins. I can see the glint in his eyes now, an invitation and a provocation all wrapped up in that familiar smirk. He leans forward just slightly, his body language relaxed but his eyes darker, almost hungry, as if testing whether I’ll falter, whether I’ll break the contact.
I don’t.
Instead, I tighten my hold on Sophie, moving my hips in time with hers, a barely-there smirk playing at the corner of my mouth. And still, my eyes don’t leave Kai’s. He lifts his hand to his mouth again, but this time, he lingers, his thumb grazing his bottom lip as he watches me, deliberate and almost sinful. There’s something in the way he looks at me that makes it hard to breathe, something in the silent language passing between us that makes the space around us crackle. It’s an invitation, a challenge, and I’m both tempted and damned if I don’t meet him where he is.
Thatiswhy we’re here tonight, after all.
When I press Sophie closer, Kai leans back, just enough to let his head tilt to the side, never breaking eye contact. And as he does, that slow, lazy smile spreads across his face—a silent promise that tells me he isn’t going anywhere. If anything, he’s daring me to take it further. And I’m not sure I can resist the notion of showing him who exactly is in charge of tonight’s activities.
“Are you enjoying this?” I ask him, my voice low, almost taunting.
Let him feel it. Let him know.
Kai doesn’t say anything, but a flicker of something darkens his gaze—amusement, maybe, or something deeper, something I can almost feel seeping into my skin. He lets his thumb drag slowly across his lip again, the faintest quirk at the corner of his mouth hinting at a silent laugh he’s holding back. His eyes roam over me and Sophie, lingering on the way I press her body to mine, the subtle roll of our hips.
Fuck it.
I let one hand come down the side of Sophie’s thigh, and she gasps when I move it between her legs. She’s wearing tights, so I can’t do anything untoward, but Icanfuel the fire, per se.
My index finger runs along the seam, and I quickly find the sweet bundle of nerves. She gasps again, and this time, I let my other fingers brush against her cleft.
I groan when I feel how wet she is already—even through her knickers and tights.
Kai leans forward just a fraction, one eyebrow lifting in a lazy, almost defiant arch. Tilting his head slightly as if considering me, a challenge simmers behind his eyes. His silence speaks volumes, and the tension between us tightens, humming with an energy I can’t ignore. It’s as though he’s waiting for me to make a move, to see if I’ll break first.
And I’ll be damned if I do.
“I am enjoying this, actually,” he says, giving me a small, amused smile.
“Show me.”
My voice reverberates through the room. Sophie stiffens, but I hold her steady, never looking away from him.
I don’t break.
Instead, I wait for Kai to show mejusthow much he’s enjoying this.
Kai’s mouth curves into the hint of a smile, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can show you—in the bedroom,” he murmurs, smooth and unwavering.
I remove my hand from between Sophie’s legs. She pulls away from me. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glassy, and when I tilt my head in question, she nods once.
“Very well,” I tell him. “Lead the way.”
He stands, and much to my satisfaction, I see him adjust himself quickly before he reaches for Sophie’s hand.
I let her go, and the two of them walk in front of me down the hall.
In any other situation, I would be taking in my surroundings… but right now, all I can think of is how turned on I am.
Once we reach what I presume is Kai’s bedroom, my eyes do a quick sweep of the modern walnut furniture, white bedding, and minimal decorations. The bed is simple—modest, even. Not big or ornate, but functional.
As Kai leads Sophie to the foot of the bed, I settle into a chair near the window, my fingers drumming against my knee as I track his every move. I’m buzzing with energy, an almost reckless edge that’s making it hard to keep still. This is my scene to control, and he knows it. No matter how smoothly he’s orchestrated this moment, he’s not the one in charge here.
I am.
