22 - Do you want me?

My heart pounded in desperation as I raced towards Kyle, and there was desperation fueling my every step. As I reached him, breathless and shaking, our eyes locked in an intensity that spoke volumes. The air crackled with a certain electric anticipation, a magnetic force drawing us closer and pushing towards the edge of the forbidden. Without a word and without a second thought, our lips crashed together in a desperation that sent shockwaves through my entire being. The kiss was fire that blazed, its flames consuming every ounce of rationality and restraint.

Kyle’s kiss was delicious, his lips moved against mine with an intensity that resonated deep within me soul. There was the taste of longing at the tip of his tongue, and he gently slipped it into my mouth like a bad decision and I was more than too happy to oblige.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I breathed into his mouth.

“Right.” he echoed back, grabbing my hair gently with one and the other cupping my face as he traced kisses down my neck and he bit that spot – I groaned.

“You’re my boss and if the board of – ” Kyle turned me around suddenly, interrupting whatever words were spewing out of my mouth.

“Shhh.” he shushed me.

My body was on fire as he his hands touched and caressed every nook and cranny of my body and then he zipped down my gown and it fell to the floor, laying in a circle around my feet and then he looked at me, ravishing me with his eyes from head to toe.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” he pulled me by my waist to his body, rock hard body that I could feel his muscles pulsing in excitement.

“How long?” I kept my tone low and seductive in the manner that I knew would drive him crazy.

“Since I walked into that board room and spotted your stuttering self.”

“Shut up.” I teased before he pulled me even closer for another kiss even more desperate than the last, I could feel his hands inching up to the heat between my legs and I held in a gasp when he grabbed my creamy things and caressed the sweet spot between my legs. My shaking fingers found his shirt and it took a large amount of self restraint to not rip out his clothes from his body, instead I took out his buttons one after the other, my eyes never leaving his even as his hands stayed fixed between my legs, sending me over the rails and making feel things that I had long forgotten.

This was the Kyle effect, this was what I had gotten so addicted to that it had held me captive, the way I felt when I was around me, when his dirty fingers roamed my even dirtier body.

“Fuck.” Kyle muttered when he turned me around and then he whispered into my ears from behind just as I felt his dick protruding against my back and the only think I could think of was how sexually starved I was

“Do you want me?” it was a request for an invitation into my body and I didn’t waste no time in the way my body responded to him – melting, submitting and overall giving myself to him like he deserved it. Sam’s words were suddenly ringing in my head but I pushed it all to the back of my head just as he slipped himself inside, and my moans combined with his pleasure ignited grunts was like music to my ears. I wanted him, I wanted him so bad into the depths of my soul. His nails dug into my delicate flesh just as he pounded into me and I had to bite my lips from screaming.

“Oh Aria – ” he kept saying repeatedly like a chant, like an anthem with slow and rhythmic thrust, masculine scent drifting into my nose and our bodies mingling together, screaming together in unison when we climaxed and I collapsed to the floor and in that moment, I knew there was no turning back.

I lay breathless on the spotless marble floor, Kyle sprawled out beside me equally out of breath. Kyle scooted closer, drawing me into his arms and the memories began to rush back – a sudden panic settled within me.

“Oh shit, what have I done?” I thought to myself, but it was even more difficult to self sabotage with Kyle drawing circles on my bare body, it was attractively distracting and I welcomed it.

“Penny for your thought?” he threw at me and I shrugged.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” the words flew out of my mouth before I knew it, but I pulled away from him in an attempt to put on my dress that I had shamelessly let Kyle take off me.

“Are you regretting it?” he asked me, his gaze questioning but I could see the distance hurt in his heart and I felt a pang in my chest.

“No of course not, that was the best fucking sex I have had in years but – but I’m just so fucking scared of getting reeled back into your orbit and getting fucked over by you again.” I said, putting on my clothes and turning away from him but he held my hands pulling me to face him and hold his intense gaze that always still sent butterflies to my stomach.

“Hey – hey” he tipped my chin towards him, “I’m a much better person than I was years ago Aria, I’m better I promise.”

Our eyes stayed locked in, he was offering the assurance that I desperately sought but I wasn’t even sure if I believed him to start with.

“Promises are just words – ”

“I’ll prove it,” he said immediately, placing a simple kiss on my forehead, “Just trust me, Aria.”

Just trust me.

It was so easy for him to say.