Page 50 of Sweet Girl
“No, you don’t see.” My eyes search hers in a plea as I pull back, dropping my hands. She’s still here with me, so that’s a good thing. She wears her emotions across her face, so I know her anger has dissipated and now she just looks worried. Resigned. I’ve got to change that.
“Kylah, Lyndsay and I are over. My feelings toward her are nothing more than sympathy at this point. She clearly fucked things up with her life. And mine. But honestly, it made me realize that I had been trying to hold on to something that was no longer there. I made it work with her all this time because I couldn’t let go...I was scared of the unknown. Of what I would be without her. She was the only one who really knew me deep down inside. Who I was. But the distance, her changing attitude –your presence in my life– helped me to see that things weren’t healthy anymore.”
I close my eyes, breathing through my nose as I settle back into the driver’s seat. I’d had a lot of time to think about how I would explain this to Kylah, but it is still difficult to get it all out.
“You came into my life at the right time, Ky.” I reach for her hand and loop my fingers through hers. “I needed you more than you could possibly imagine. Your friendship. Your positivity. Your support. Everything. And if you let me, I will work to prove myself to you. I’ve missed talking to you these past few days and I was a fool for shutting you out. I’m so sorry. If you can forgive me, I’ll promise I’ll never do that again.”
Kylah sighs and her head bends forward as if in prayer. Maybe she’s praying I’ll leave her alone and never see her again. Fat chance. If she doesn’t forgive me tonight, I’ll continue asking for it. I won’t stop until I can make it right.
“Van,” she whispers, and I can hear it in her voice. I’ve broken through. I think my heart skips a beat.
Placing my finger underneath her chin, I tilt her head up so I can see into her eyes. They gleam with unshed tears that she’s been holding back.
“I don’t want to be a rebound. And I don’t just want to be your friend. I’m not sure what I want, because things will be complicated. Rushing into anything would be a really big mistake, I know that. But God, I’ve missed you, too. I’ve been miserable not talking to you. Both Kady and Cade warned me not to call you...to wait until you reached out to me, but it was so hard.”
My body stiffens as soon as she mentions her brother. “Wait, your brother knows about us?” Jesus, I’m surprised he even let me into his apartment. Or hasn’t beaten me to a pulp yet.
Kylah offers a small giggle at my outburst. “Heck no. He has no clue it’s you that has me tied up in knots. But he might catch on soon if we don’t head back inside and rejoin the party.”
I nod my head in agreement. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” I reach out to place my hand on her cheek as she leans into my palm, a small smile forming across her lips.
“It’ll be hell not to be able to touch you in front of everyone. To keep my distance. I’m dying to kiss you right now, Ky.” My thumb strums across her jawline, stroking her softly. “Can I kiss you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I grin at her. “Thank God.”
Slowly, with purpose, I lean forward, cupping her face in both hands, and place my lips across hers. Kylah’s breath fans across my mouth, smelling sugary sweet from the icing on her cake. In this moment, she’s the icing on my cake. And I devour her.
Although it starts off gently, our kiss turns heated within seconds. My tongue plunges into her mouth as I swallow her gasps and moans – which make me so fucking hard – as I suckle at her wet tongue. I’m not going to win any awards for finesse right now because I’m too wound up. I kiss, suck and lick everything my mouth can connect with – as I move my lips to her neck, puncturing tiny, wild bites under her ear.
Her hands feather their way into my hair, sifting through it before tugging tight. I groan against her skin. This is heaven. I’m not sure I can control myself for much longer and I’m certainly not going to take her in the backseat of my car while her brother or any number of friends could come out and see us at any moment.
While I’d love to throw caution to the wind, I come to my senses and pull back, ignoring my throbbing dick down below. It’s screaming for more action, but it’ll have to do without for now. Kylah’s breath hitches, one of the sexiest, neediest sounds I’ve ever heard. I want nothing more than to dive back into those lips and find my way between her legs.
“We can’t...not here.” I glance around to our surroundings. It’s dark and the only light is coming from the windows of the apartment complex, but it’s enough to illuminate the interior of my car and anyone could walk by and see us.
She sags back into the car seat. “You’re right. I know.”
It kills me to let her down like this, especially on her birthday. I want to make her feel special. Give her a night to remember.
“We could...um, go back to my place.” I’m hesitant to throw that out there because I don’t want her to think that’s the only reason I came here tonight. Although, fuck. I’d love for nothing more than to make her come right now with my tongue.
Shit. That is not helping my boner situation at all.
Kylah’s mouth opens, like she’s forming the words but they can’t eject, and then it snaps shut. Fuck, I already crossed the line again. Now she does think that’s all I want from her is sex. Which okay, sex is on my mind right now. Just ask boner down there.
“Sorry, that was dumb. Forget I asked.”
She reaches to grab for my hand. “No...Van. Trust me, I want to go...but, um, I don’t want my brother getting suspicious. If I took off with you right now, his radar would go off and it could get ugly. But tomorrow night...” She turns her head to look out the passenger window, embarrassed by what she’s about to say.
Her resolve must kick in then as she turns back to give me a sheepish smile. “I’d still love for you to come with me to the concert. I’ll tell my mom I’m staying at Cade’s afterwards. I can...um, stay over at your place then.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Just thinking about her sleeping in my bed...or not sleeping, rather...has me about to blow my load in my pants like a horny teenager.
I nod my head, incapable of speaking at the moment.
She gives me her signature Kylah smile, her eyes glistening in the dim light, as she leans over to kiss my cheek.
“Good. It’s a date.”
