Page 20 of Dirty Little Secret
“Nah. I can make it.” I got up. It was easy to do when I thought about what kind of crap might be on Rob’s sofa. “I’ll see you at home later, Taylor. See you on Monday, boss.”
The ride home passed in a blur as all my thoughts were focused on one man.
Kane Price.
He was there. In Charleston. And he was most likely married. He also had a son—that much I knew for sure.
A son.
What would he do if I told him that he had more than one son? He had a son that I had had to give away. He had a son, and I had no idea where that son might be. He had a son, but I couldn’t tell him if that son was okay—because I didn’t know the answer to that myself.
No. If I ever did run into Kane, I would never tell him about the other son he had.
The apartment was dark as I walked in. I left it that way as I walked past the light switch, heading straight to my bedroom then to the attached bath. A nice bath would help soothe my sore hand and jagged nerves.
After putting a bandage on my hand, I soaked in the tub. And as I soaked, the memory of that night so long ago filled my mind …
“Hey, aren’t you in my chemistry class?” Kane asked me with a sexy grin on his gorgeous face. His dark blond hair hung in waves to his broad shoulders. His green eyes danced, making me weak in the knees.
“I am.” I looked away to find the girl I’d come to the party with. “Have you seen Ann around?”
“Nope.” His index finger trailed along my bare arm, leaving the oddest sensation behind. Heat mixed with cold—it was outstanding. And the way it made my bottom half pulse excited me.
“I should go look for her.” Slowly, I looked up at him, and his index finger moved up to trace a line along my jaw.
“Why?” he asked as he looked into my eyes. “What’s wrong with talking to me for a while?”
Everything.
“Nothing, I guess.” Shyly, I looked off to one side.
With just that one finger, he drew my head back to look at him. “I’ve always thought you were pretty, Zandra. Did you know that?”
I tried to speak past the shock clogging my throat. “How could I?” He’d never said more than a couple of words to me the whole time we’d been in high school together.
The smile he wore faded. “Yeah, how could you have known I thought that?” He brushed my hair back, away from my face. “I haven’t exactly been upfront with you, now have I?”
I shook my head. “No, you’ve never been upfront with me.” I had never been upfront with him, either. I’d had a crush on the guy since I was in seventh grade and he was in eighth.
“So now I’m being upfront.” His hand moved down to rest on my shoulder. “I like you.”
“You don’t know me, Kane.” I looked down at my feet, biting my lip. I wasn’t sure why that had come out of my mouth, but it had.
“Not well.” He nodded then leaned in close to whisper the rest. “But I’d like to.”
“I’d like that too.” I thought in that moment that I’d never like anything more than that.
When his lips touched mine, I felt my whole world change. No more shyness. No more inhibitions. Nothing.
When he ended the kiss, which had taken me away to a place I hadn’t known existed, he took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to a bedroom. I didn’t ask any questions; I just let him touch me, kiss me, make me crave him.
My clothes came off without me realizing it. Then his did too. Naked, we lay on the bed, facing each other. When he ran one hand between my breasts, over my stomach, down to my pulsing sex, my body became tense. “It’s okay, Zandra.” His lips pressed against mine again, our tongues tangled, and I let him explore me more intimately.
One finger slid into me, and I gasped at the odd feeling. It didn’t hurt at all, but it felt good—very good. I didn’t know anything could feel as good as his finger pumped into me over and over again. His thumb rolled in circles over my clit, which I could feel swelling with arousal.
My body heated as he played with it. Moans came out of my mouth involuntarily as he moved his finger inside of me. His lips left mine and he smiled at me. “Can I kiss you down there?” he whispered.
My body got even hotter, and I couldn’t believe what came out of my mouth. “Yes.” It was too late to take the word back, not that I wanted to, deep down.
