Page 22 of Vengeful Seduction
“There’s something about you, Kaye,” he whispered, and there was a touch of vulnerability in his voice—the same exact tone as when he’d told me about his tragic life. Something tugged at my heart, unlike anything I had ever experienced.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wrapped around him, my heart still beating fast in my chest. Outside, the storm raged on, but it had less importance to me. I was lying in a bed with a man for the first time. That trumped any storm.
“I don’t know.” His voice was a sexy, thoughtful little murmur, and despite my fear of being alone with him and in a bed, it sent strange little shivers down my spine. It was usually so easy for me to ignore my attraction to men, but with him it wasn’t quite as simple. “I just know I can’t seem to stop wanting to be around you.”
I closed my eyes, and not because of the storm this time. There was this warmth growing inside of me, something thrilling and exasperating and also somehow so damn right. I couldn’t think of any better way to put it, even to myself. The man who held me in his arms had awakened something inside of me no man ever had before.
“I want to see you more,” David said, and his hands were so perfect on me. They stroked over my hair, smoothing it, and I found myself instinctively moving closer to him. “I want to take you out. Just you and me.”
Just him and me.
A shiver went through me as I opened my eyes, trying to fight through the sudden burst of happiness filling me from the inside out. If he was saying what I thought he was, then it was insane. I barely knew him.
“Do you mean you want to …date me?” I could be wrong. Maybe he’d meant something else entirely. I was taking it as a sort of romantic request, but it could just mean he wanted to be my friend. “Like a boyfriend?”
Was that what I wanted it to mean? Suddenly, I wasn’t entirely sure. I wanted more with him. If he was asking me out, I had my answer at the ready.
“Yes,” David said simply, and I drew in a quick breath, trying to caution myself—to keep myself from flying completely out of control.
And then he was kissing me again.
This time, I didn’t have it in me to push him away. I didn’t want to. I was hardly experienced when it came to this sort of thing, but the press of his tongue as it brushed against the seam of my lips—I found it irresistible.
I opened my mouth to him and utterly lost myself in the kiss. A wave of heat rushed through my veins, seemingly carried in my very blood, pounding through me until I couldn’t think of anything else.
For some unknown amount of time, we kissed and ran our hands all over each other, and I let myself do it. After all, he wanted to date me. He wanted to be with me. I’d never had a boyfriend before. He would be my first.
He shifted against me, and I felt something hard thrust against my hip, just for a second. I knew what it was, of course. A nurse would pretty much have to know, and though I was highly intrigued by it, I wasn’t about to tease him—tease both of us—by letting it go any further.
“David,” I whispered, pulling away from him. I thought he might show some anger at being interrupted, especially since I pulled my hips gently, but firmly, away from his.
There was confusion on his face, but it faded away into acceptance, and I realized something important. He wouldn’t pressure me. Even as his cock was hard—as it had obviously been—he let me pull away from him. And he hadn’t said a word to pressure me.
He was sweet and patient, even though it was far too obvious he wanted me. I couldn’t help but appreciate all of those things about him. Even him wanting me. Maybe even especially him wanting me.
It was going fast, at least for me. Just lying in bed wrapped in someone’s arms and making out with them was not the sort of thing I did. Ever.
But my body was pleasantly alight with a pulsing sort of warmth, and there was this strange, hot tingling between my legs I’d never experienced before.
The fact of the matter was, I wanted this. All of it. Maybe I was an idiot, but I never had been before, so I had to think this was something real. Why else would I be so very drawn to him? Why else would he drive me crazy, like no one else ever had?
“Do you mean it?” I asked, and I pressed my lips against his strong jaw, kissing along it and feeling the slight roughness of his stubble. He was so masculine and he smelled incredible.
“Yes,” he whispered, and his arms tightened around me. He didn’t try to push anything, though. His hands rested on the small of my back, but he didn’t try to grope me.
I could trust him. I was safe with him.
Maybe, just maybe, this could be something real.
“Yes,” I echoed, repeating the word he’d just said. Yes, I would date him. God, yes. We barely knew each other, and I knew it was a little bit crazy, but I couldn’t make myself turn something like this down. Not when I wanted it so badly.
“As long as we can go slow. We can see what happens,” I added, because the cautious side of my brain demanded it. I had to be careful. Even throbbing with heat and arousal, I couldn’t do anything else.
“We’ll see what happens,” he agreed. And then—just like that—I had, for the very first time in my life, a boyfriend. A strong, handsome, utterly gorgeous boyfriend.
When he kissed me again, I was right there for him, waiting. I wasn’t going to have sex with him, of course. Us dating hadn’t changed who I was.
Despite everything, part of me was just the tiniest bit disappointed that he didn’t push me further. I was relieved, of course, but I had never ached for anyone the way I ached for him. My body had never been so eager for anyone.
