Chapter 2 More Than A Kiss

{KAYDEN}

I know I had come to this club simply to unwind, but the last thing I had expected tonight was for a woman to invade my privacy and make a daring move on me.

She’s striking—sharp eyes that gleamed beneath the low lighting of my private booth—I can’t tell the exact shades of her eyes, but they captivate me the moment she waltzes in. Her long, blonde hair cascades over her shoulders in soft waves, brushing the curve of her back and she was wearing the most salacious, short, draped collar, red dress I’ve ever seen.

She was alluring; a sight so devastatingly beautiful, it had me pausing and in that moment, she crossed the room to me, effectively straddling my thighs. She had muttered words that I barely even caught on to.

In a heartbeat, she grabs my face and plants her lips against mine. It happened in an instant, but every cell in my body short-circuited the second her tender lips touched mine. I felt something I haven’t felt with any woman before. The shock freezes me in my seat.

A deep-seated hunger and the searing desire to devour her.

I move without thinking, the moment she starts to pull her mouth away from mine. I wrap one hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me, my other hand roots into her hair, gripping. I pull her head back and claim her mouth rough and deep, like a starved animal, wanting more.

Her body freezes against mine, and for a second, I think she would protest, bite me, or push away or something, but she doesn’t, and it’s only for a moment, before she melts into me, moaning into my mouth as she moves against me, her lips interlocking against mine in hungry, searing movements.

Something primal stirs up inside me—a feeling I’ve never experienced with any woman before, nor ever thought I would—and I let out a groan; the sound guttural, constricted, unrecognizably mine.

“Fuck… Where the hell did you come from?” I mutter against her lips when I manageably pull away—only for a second before I claim her mouth.

She tasted sweet, no, divine. Like the sweetest nectar. I was already addicted to her taste, to the sound of her moans, and my god, they were delirious.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” she moans, her voice soft, breathless, and beautiful like a symphony, but it was her question that had my head in a space jam.

“What?” I breathe, not sure I heard her correctly. I mean, I wasn’t against it, she is beautiful. Fuck, she’s fucking stunning, and her mouth… god, they ruined me even before I had a taste.

“You’re not gonna fuck me?” she rephrases, her breathing charging up as she softly rocks against me, eyes glazed with a hungry need that matched my own.

I swallow, “Are you sure?” my voice hoarse and low with need trembling beneath my skin.

She nods, rocking even more wantonly against me. “Yes, please. Fuck me now.”

She’s daring and I barely knew her. This isn’t how I had envisioned my night to go, but who the fuck was I kidding? Something about this woman had every nerve in my body flushing out my common sense, feeding something primal, darker, inside me.

I wanted her, craved her, right here and now. But I still needed to know if this was something she really wanted.

“Right now? Right here?” I barely get the words out before she’s responding, shifting on my thighs, her hands reaching for the buckle of my pants.

“Yes,” she pants softly, “right here, right now.” And I can’t believe I’m doing this, fuck. “I want you to fuck me, right here and now.” I almost lose my breath at the dirty, pretty words that are coming out of her mouth.

But then, almost as soon as she breathed those words she paused, her hands freezing against my jeans.

My chest does a funny little thing. It constricts, though faintly, as though suddenly disappointed. But I felt it so strongly against the blood-rushing pounding of my heart.

“What’s wrong?”

She gives me a nervous smile, “Oh, nothing,” then reaches for her purse next to me—I didn’t even know she had one—and pulls out her phone. “I came with friends, you see,” she explains, scrolling through her phone until she finds what she was looking for. I watch her quietly as she goes on to type something before glancing at me. “I just wanted to tell them not to wait for me.”

Oh. Right.

A smile curls her lips, daring, sexy… so fucking lethal. Her eyes flash with something hungrier as she tosses her phone aside and leans back into me.

“Now… where were we?” she practically slurs, her tongue peeks out, sliding over the bottom lip, her fingers trailing dangerously slow down my chest, leaving strokes of heat in its wake, until they pause over the band of my brief, slightly exposed over my unbuckled pants.

She reaches in, before I have the chance to say a word, and grabs my steel-hard cock in her hand and squeezes. The heat of her palm feels like fire against my skin, consuming, overwhelming my senses to an almost maddening degree and my head falls back against my seat.

“Fuuuuck, angel.” I groan, my hips involuntarily bucking against the softness of her palm—it should be illegal, fuck, and I almost lose my spunk from the sensation.

“It’s Evie,” she whispers, her eyes captivating.

I want to kiss her again. God, I want to fuck her already. And as if she reads my mind, she slides down my thigh, skims her panties off, and fists my cock in her hand again, then she stokes, once, twice, and then she squeezes again and I almost lose my shit. I’ve never had a woman make me feel this way before.

It was crazy and I was loving it more than I should. Fuck, I want to fuck her already—sink into her pretty, wet cunt that she keeps teasing me with.

My jaw clenches. She’s so wet.

“And I want you to say it while you fuck me hard.” she moans.

Then, without warning, she sinks on my cock, hard, and all the way to the hilt in a single motion, almost knocking the light out of me.