The sense of need overwhelmed any of my other feelings. It was a strange feeling, one I’d never felt so strongly before. I wanted his body, slick and grinding on top of me, leading me and demanding my submission to him. Kit had driven me crazy, avoiding my advances but continuing to hold me captive for the entire night. Several explanations floated through my mind. Maybe he was just a private man, preferring to take his sexual encounters somewhere away from prying eyes. Or maybe he was just so controlling that he liked the idea of me following him around like a lost puppy while he teased me, knowing I couldn’t leave his side.
I quickly perked my breasts up inside my strapless bra. The matching bra and panties set was a gorgeous scarlet color with intricate black lace trim. My favorite. I sat at the edge of the bed, my arms behind me, propping me up with my legs crossed.
It didn’t take long for the door to slowly swing open. Kit stood in the doorway, his tall stature allowing him to grip the top of the frame, his shirt lifting to show me a delicious sliver of his tanned and well-sculptured stomach. His eyes sparkled as they finally met my body.
I stood up slowly, one hand going to my hair and brushing it away from my face. He dipped his head, continuing to stare at me through dark hooded eyes.
“You giving yourself to me?” He moved inside the room and closed the door. His body filled the small space as he floated closer.
I nodded, and he reached out to wrap his large hand around the back of my neck much the same as Target had done to me a couple of days before. My lips parted, and a tiny gasp escaped. But this time, I wasn’t scared. Target’s grip had been menacing and done purposely to cause me pain, to show me who was boss. Kit’s grasp was possessive and intimate like he was trying to connect us.
He stepped closer, allowing me to finally be within reach of his body. I took full advantage, slipping my hands under his shirt and cut and exploring his body with just my touch. I felt tiny bumps rise on his skin, leaving a trail behind the path of my hands and letting me know he was just as affected by this as I was. His stomach rippled with abs, and his skin was silky smooth under my fingers.
“Good. Now we have that established, I’m fucking exhausted and need some damn sleep. Get into bed,” he gruffed, releasing me and walking into my small bathroom. I stood there stunned, staring at the room he’d disappeared into. I heard the tap running and splashing water.
What in the actual fuck just happened?
Kit walked out, shirtless and rubbing at his wet face with a towel. He stopped when he saw me and shot me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen on a man—teeth, dimples, and fucking everything.
“Did you get that, babe?” I didn’t know what to do or say, so I continued to stand there and stare at him, probably looking like a right idiot. “I’m tired, and I called a Church for early in the morning, so I need to get some sleep.”
“I got that part,” I shot sarcastically.
He chuckled, throwing the towel back through the bathroom door and switching off the light inside. “Still confused?”
“A little,” I answered honestly.
He rolled his eyes and sauntered toward me. He cupped my chin and forced my eyes to his. “I refuse to treat you like a club whore, Harmony.”
I flinched at the word whore. I knew what I was, but hearing the derogatory term come from his lips and directed at me made my body cringe.
“Why?” I asked quietly, my body flooded with conflicting emotions. I knew he wanted to fuck me. The evidence was present in the front of his straining jeans, but for whatever reason, he was fighting it.
“Because you’re more than that.” He touched his lips to my forehead with a softness that I wouldn’t have expected from him. “Bed, Harmony.”
I was still very confused at what was going on, even as Kit led me to the bed, pulling the covers down for me and letting me climb in. The feeling didn’t last long, though, as he wrapped me in his arms, and my head found his chest. I fell asleep, content and listening to his heart beat.
***
Kit was gone when I woke up the next morning. No surprises there.
Half of me was disappointed, the other half relieved by the feeling of normality.
Walked away, just like the rest.
I took a quick shower and gathered my school stuff and guitar. I had a performance class today, and I was still debating what song I was going to play. I threw my door open only to find Caleb standing there, hand raised and ready to knock.
I let out a small squeak of surprise. “Jesus, Caleb!”
He only grinned at me. “You ready to go? Chelsea’s waiting.”
I sighed. “Oh, yes. You’re on babysitting duty.”
“Yeah, but I don’t do diapers,” he quipped with a wink and led the way down the hall.
I trailed behind him, frowning at his back. “I’m not sure if that comment was supposed to be offensive or not.”
“It was.”
“Well, in that case, fuck you, Caleb.” I threw my middle finger up at his back.
“Maybe in a couple of months when I’ve got my patch.”
I studied his ass. It was pretty perfect in those dark denim jeans he wore. Maybe I’d take him up on that.
Chelsea was in a good mood on the drive to school, blabbing on and on about how excited she was about her class today. Apparently, it was fitness testing day. To her, that was something to get excited about. To me, all I could think about was what kind of excuses I would’ve made up to get out of it.
I have a cold.
I twisted my ankle in my high heels.
The condom broke. Now I think I’m pregnant, and it wouldn’t be good to put that much stress on my baby so early on in the pregnancy.
Yup, that last one was a keeper.
“Why are you in such a crap mood today?” Chelsea asked. “Kit’s pecker not big enough?”
“Pecker?” I laughed.
“You know I don’t like the proper term for it.” Her nose wrinkled in disgust. Chelsea had a problem with the word penis, and I’m not sure why. I thought it was more normal than the other words she came up with for it.
“Maybe you should stick with cock. Pecker sounds like it’s going to attack me in sharp jabs.” I imitated the motion with my finger.
“Have you even had sex before? That’s what’s supposed to happen,” she jested. Caleb laughed loudly in the front seat, and I punched him in the shoulder. “Okay, so what was wrong with it then?”
“I dunno. I didn’t get to see it,” I pouted.
“Say what now? Why?”
“Apparently, he’s more of a cuddler,” I grumbled under my breath, earning a long string of laughter from both her and Caleb for the rest of the ride to school.
I thought my performance went pretty well. I decided to play something slow, going with one of my all-time favorites ‘Tears in Heaven’ by Eric Clapton. It was the first song I learned to play on the guitar and was forever my go-to song when someone asked me to play. It was sweet, soulful, and simply beautiful. It’s the type of song you can hear once, and it will always stay with you.
Caleb was waiting for me outside the door to my class. Chelsea had finished an hour earlier, and he’d already shot her back to the clubhouse.
I smiled at him as I walked out. “Hey.”