Page 11 of Sweet Girl
Chapter Four
Van
This is torture.
Pure fucking torture.
We’re an hour into the movie, barely halfway through it, and I’m finally realizing what a bad idea this was to come with Kylah.
My nerves are shot and I’m hanging by a thread, trying to control myself around her. If someone asked me at this very moment what movie we are watching or who’s starring in it, there’s no way I could tell them. I have no clue because I haven’t paid an ounce of attention to it over the last hour. All my focus has been on watching Kylah out of the corner of my eye.
Every little thing she does – the way she moves, her gasps of breath when something big happens on screen, and her laughter over witty lines – has me aching to touch her. And not in a friendly way. I want so badly to reach for her hand, the one that’s been toying with the flimsy material covering her thighs. She’s probably completely unaware that her fingers move constantly, fluttering along the soft, smooth skin of her legs.
Ugh. It’s killing me.
And so is my guilt.
She was staring at me earlier with wary eyes. I know she noticed my demeanor had changed. That happened the minute I walked into the apartment and found Carver practically sitting on her lap. My jealousy spiked to a raging-green level over seeing him lean in to whisper in her ear. I wanted to be the one who got that gasped reaction from her sweet mouth, not him.
God, what is wrong with me? I have absolutely no claims over Kylah. I’ve barely known her a week and we’re just friends, goddammit. I have a fucking girlfriend.
None of that seems to matter to my body, whose chemical reaction is like an exploding atom bomb. The minute I noticed what she was wearing when I picked her up, my body lit up with desire. Kylah is usually dressed casual in shorts and a vintage T-shirt. One day she wore a red print tee that said,Have a Coke and a Smile. Another was a Return of the Jedi shirt. And yet another, it was an old, worn Wrigley’s gum T-shirt that said,Double the Fun. Which was actually pretty ironic, since she’s a twin and all. And for the fact that she’d told me her sister was the wilder of the two.
That’s what I find so refreshing about Kylah. She doesn’t take herself so seriously. She knows who she is and has a self-deprecating humor about it. Although, over the short time I’ve spent with her, I’ve put together bits and pieces about her anxieties over school and the pressure she’s under to do well. I know the feeling.
What I wasn’t expecting when I picked her up tonight was to see her dressed in this short little number she’s wearing. It’s one hundred percent sweet – and way too sexy. And unless I’m mistaken, she isn’t wearing a bra. The spaghetti-thin straps of her outfit show no signs of a bra underneath, and I can see her nipples poking out against the material.Fuck. That, along with how incredible her smooth, tan legs look decked out in the tiny jumper, had me adjusting my semi-hard chub after I shut the apartment door and walked to the car. Thankfully I walked behind her and covertly handled business.
The tension only grew worse on the drive to the theater. I was mesmerized by the sight of her legs and the creamy flesh that left little to the imagination when her jumper rode up her thighs. I had to stop myself from reaching over and running my finger along the curve of her knee, up the inside seam of her leg, skimming the exposed flesh at the edge of the material.
The torment is a thousand times worse now that I’m sitting right next to her in a dark theater, with only a puny arm rest separating us. My dick has turned into a steel rod from every casual brush of her satiny skin against my legs. I’m surprised I haven’t broken the armrests with my crushing grip.
My brain is warring with my body. I honestly don’t know what’s going on with me. I’ve never had these types of thoughts for anyone else outside of Lyndsay. There’s something about Kylah, maybe it’s her pheromone make-up or whatever, that drives me absolutely crazy with desire. My thoughts have been all over the place when I’m both near and apart from her. And those thoughts are anything but friendly.
My current fantasy, not withstanding, has me slipping my hand off this armrest and placing it gently on her leg, as my fingers casually maneuver along the sweet expanse of her thigh, inching their way underneath the edge of the material. I’d follow the linear path up her leg and slide my thumb between the V intersection of her body, finding her panty less and very, very wet.
My X-rated thoughts are interrupted as a flash of movement to my right catches my attention. I turn to find Kylah struggling to pull on the jacket she brought with over her shoulders. Sure enough, she was right. It’s like an icebox in this theater, which is great for me because I’ve been sweating bullets the last hour due to my hot train of thought.
Without blinking, I grab the jacket from her small hands and unfold it so she can slip it over her arms. In the process of sliding it up her shoulders, my knuckles skirt over that silky skin of hers and I feel the goosebumps breakout across her back. It does something to me that I can’t begin to describe. Lust, sparking through my veins, electrifying me from the inside.
She shivers again, her hands reaching up to lift her hair away from her neck, as I quickly drop the material across her shoulders and let go. Terrific. Now I know exactly what her skin feels like. Like the petals of a rose bush.
Her fruity, mango scent lingers around me. Maybe it’s from her shampoo, or her perfume, but it is a concoction that lights me up. Has me hearing the sounds of birds singing, or some shit like that. Jesus, I’m a sap. All I know is that she smells edible and it takes every ounce of strength I have to return my focus on the screen ahead of me. Otherwise, I might just act upon my desires.
But before I do, she lightly touches my arm with her hand, bringing my attention to her face. Her smile glows against the light shining from the movie screen, as she mouths the words, “Thank you.” I nod and sit back against my seat.
Here's my problem. Not only is Kylah a temptation – with her sweet, innocence – like an auburn-haired angel – but she’s also off limits. Off limits because I’m not available to pursue anything with another girl. I’m also forbidden to do anything with Kylah because of my relationship with Cade. Even if Lyndsay and I weren’t together, there’s no way Cade would ever be okay with me dating his sister. It’s completely out of the question. So I might as well shut down these inappropriate thoughts of mine right this minute.
Kylah is off the table.
Even if I can easily picture her spread out on that table – naked and writhing underneath me as I kiss a wet path up those sexy thighs of hers.
Oh fuck. This is so not good.
I pray for the ending credits to roll. Either that, or just shoot me now. Because this pain I’m enduring is requiring Marvel Avenger-like strength.
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“So what did you think?”
