Page 39 of Hard Rock Temptation
I knew Kay loved me, but was it the forever-and-always, until-death-do-us-part kind of love? Did she feel the same kind of desperate, passionate, all-consuming need that I did?
How insane was it that I wanted to take things slow when it came to sex, but I was also ready to put a ring on her finger?
But maybe the real insanity was this: I was afraid again. I’d promised Kay I’d be fearless, and yet here I was, terrified. I wanted to be with Kay forever, but I was scared.
I was scared she wouldn’t say yes.
SEVENTEEN
KAYLEE
“Is that a good sigh, or a bad sigh?” Anya asked.
I raised my head from the fabric I’d been sewing to see Anya peeking through the doorway of my bedroom. Her long black hair fall over her shoulders as she leaned forward and tilted her head at me, a question in her brown eyes.
“Have I been sighing?” I asked.
“I can hear it from downstairs,” she replied, and I made a face at her. “Okay, not really,” she admitted. “But I was walking by and definitely heard a huge sigh coming from in here.” She entered my room and sat next to me. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.
I was sitting crosslegged on my bed, hunched over an old, oversized button down shirt I was trying to turn into a dress. I could handle the cutting and piecing together part, but sewing the buttons back on was turning into a greater chore than I’d thought it would be.
“I’m good.” Thinking back to what had happened with Micah, I couldn’t stop a giddy smile from overtaking my whole face. “I’m great, actually.”
“Ooh, I know that look,” Anya said, perking up. I was one of the few people who got to see her playful side. It meant she was having a good mental health day, which made me happy. “That’s your‘Micah is so great, Micah is so wonderful, I want Micah to notice me’look.”
I pursed my lips at her and she laughed, then I shrugged with a coy smile.
“It’s safe to say that Micah has definitely noticed me,” I said.
Anya’s eyes lit up and she bent over to get closer, putting her face next to mine.
“Give me every single filthy detail,” she said, an entirely un-Anya like demand.
“Not a chance!” I protested, lowering my head back down to my sewing project to avoid looking at her.
“Just a few naughty details, then,” she conceded.
“He wants to go slow, I want to go fast, we met somewhere in the middle,” I said matter-of-factly. “How’s that?”
“Not nearly enough, but I’ll take it.” She cocked her head at me. “He wants to go slow?” she repeated.
I nodded, cheeks heating up. “He said he wants to… ah… savor me. To ‘tease out every bit of pleasure that he can.’ And… other stuff,” I finished with a shy grin.
Anya’s eyes went wide. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and I read a lot of smut. Who knew Micah had that kind of side to him? He’s always so cool and collected.”
“I think it’s his meticulous side shining through,” I replied. “He wants to take his time.”
“Well damn,” Anya said, almost speechless, which was saying something for a person who made a living writing eloquent words. “So what does meeting in the middle look like?”
My thoughts flashed back to the previous night. “Let’s just say, he certainly teased some pleasure out of me.”
Anya fell back onto the bed and clutched her chest. “Stop,” she groaned. “I know I said I want details, but I feel like I’m going to melt into the floor. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
I tossed the remnants of the button down shirt at her face. “That’s all you’re getting. No more living vicariously through me. Go get a rock star boyfriend of your own.”
“I don’t need another one,” Anya said stiffly, and I immediately regretted my words. I opened my mouth to apologize when she sat up.
“I’m just glad you two managed to work things out,” she said, going back to her usual soft-spoken manner, all playfulness gone.
