Page 186 of The First Taste
But I am much, much more worried about the threats Honor just made… and how Calum is going to react.
Calum
Istand in the apartment I’ve bought just for seeing Kaia, staring out at the Manhattan skyline. The lights are starting to flicker on. It’s the deepest part of winter and the sun will be down soon.
Behind me, the apartment is decorated lavishly. A huge white bed takes center stage, a stripper pole is set up one one side, and a whole wall of sex toys faces it from the opposite end of the expansive room.
Everything is just where I want it.
But looking around this incredibly expensive space makes me think of Kaia’s apartment. How opposite the two places are, how diametrically opposed.
Maybe that’s the next step. I can offer to have Kaia move in here for a while. Turning to look around the space, I sigh.
It would probably be better if I offered to let her redecorate the place too. It’s a perfect fuck palace right now but I doubt Kaia would actually want to live here…
Right on cue, Kaia appears through the large front door. She’s wearing a short yellow dress and one of the coats that I bought her from Bergdorf Goodman. Her cheeks are bright pink from the cold. She ducks her head and comes over to me, leaving her purse on the bed.
“You summoned me,” she says shyly, smiling just a little.
My lips twitch. “I did.” Walking over to her, I reach out and take her by the waist, pulling her against my body. She drops her head back, looking at me expectantly.
I cup her jaw, flick my gaze down to her lips, and ever so slowly kiss her. Her lips are warm. Her warm honey scent rises to my nose, enveloping me.
I grip her tighter. This girl drives me insane without even really trying. If I weren’t so fucking broken, I would be thinking about making a longer term arrangement with her. A year, maybe.
When she finally pulls back, her lips bee-stung and her hazel eyes glimmering, she offers me another shy smile. “I think there is something that I should tell you about.”
I push out a long exhalation, taking her by the hand and leading her over to the bed. Kaia looks at the bed and glances at me, biting her lip. I can see her doing the math.
“I’m not about to fuck you,” I tell her bluntly. “Even though your dress tells me I should think twice…”
I sit down on the bed, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddles me, sucking in a breath. I kiss her, unbuttoning her coat and pushing it off her arms.
“Calum…” she says. The way she says it, a warning mixed with a plea, says that she wants me.
I can feel it in the way her hips press against mine. Smell arousal coming from her body. Taste it on her lips.
Good. That’s just how I imagined it would be in the days before I finally fuck Kaia. I nip at her lower lip, digging my hands into her hair.
God, she makes my cock so fucking hard.
“What were you saying?” I whisper, my tone teasing.
She surprises me by putting both hands on my chest and pushing me back. I gaze at her, arching a brow.
She flushes. “I have to tell you about the run in I just had with Honor.”
It takes my lust-filled brain a few seconds to make the correct connections and change tracks. I clear my throat. “What now?”
Kaia eases herself off my lap and onto the bed beside me. “I was just walking down the street, minding my own business when she confronted me. She gave me the phone numbers of a bunch of ballet companies in other cities. She said to call the one I wanted and they would take me immediately.”
I narrow my gaze on her face. “That doesn’t sound like Honor.”
Kaia screws up her face. “She said that she wants her spot in the company back. And that she wanted… well, you. She said she wants to date you.”
My mouth opens. I try to digest that information. “I… she… what?”
Kaia wrinkles her nose. “She said I was in her way. And if I didn’t transfer this week, she would… kill me?”
