Page 47 of 7 Nights of Sin

Chapter 15

Caro

It took me a while to fall asleep, even though I was worn out from a long day and all the sex. I laid there next to Kevin, half listening to his breathing, half lost in my own head. He was just so easy to be around when I let myself relax. He’d always been like that. Friendly and open, charming and sweet when you really got to know him.

He was the sort of person that people just flocked to, and that had only gotten more true since he’d become a sports star. It was easy to understand why so many people wanted to be around him, and why it wasn’t that hard for him to bounce back from the damage his ex-wife had done to his reputation.

His fans were going to be there for him no matter what, it seemed.

It was hard to know where that left me. I’d drawn a veil over what happened between us. I’d moved on and built myself a new life without him in it. Having him right back in the mix was something I’d never expected.

Having him want me the way he claimed to was even more surprising.

Because he could have anyone. He was gorgeous and popular and made more money than most people in the city. Whatever he wanted was his for the most part.

And yet he was wasting his time with me. I genuinely believed he didn’t want me to be just a diversion. I believed that when he said he wanted to be with me, he meant it.

I just didn’t know what that would look like. Or how I felt.

And being around him the way I was, being so wrapped up in his looks and charm didn’t make it any easier.

I workedfrom home that day. Made my phone calls, followed up with interviews. I was there when Kevin took a Skype interview with a local channel, talking about the beauty and splendor of the island and the people. He laid it on thick, but it definitely did the trick.

When he was done, he turned to grin at me. “You’re good at this. I know I keep saying that, but it just keeps being true.”

I snorted. “I should hope so. Otherwise you’d be fucked, buddy.”

“You’re not wrong about that.”

I could feel his eyes traveling over me, taking in every detail. I was dressed casually since I was still at the house, not bothering to put much effort into it. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I had on leggings and a t-shirt. The weather was still nice enough that I was completely comfortable in just that, and I wasn’t going to be happy to go back to the growing cold when I got back to New York.

Kevin wheeled the rolling chair around to face me and smirked, crooking a finger in my direction. “Come here.”

“Why?” I asked, not moving from my spot in the doorway.

He pouted. “You’re too far away.”

Letting him get so familiar with me wasn’t the best idea, I knew it. I didn’t know what I was going to do yet, and if I kept giving in to him, he was going to take it harder if I ended up deciding we needed to go our separate ways.

But he was just so damned convincing, and it was hard not to move closer to him. He was clearly used to always getting his way.

I kept a step back, not closing the distance completely. Not yet.

“You know,” I said. “A lot of this has been about what you want. Have you realized that?” I arched an eyebrow and made a show of tapping my chin with a finger. “That doesn’t seem completely fair to me.”

His brows shot up. “Is there something you want? Because if there is, you only have to tell me, and I’ll make it happen. I’ve just been trying to do what I think we’d both like.”

I smirked, amusement dancing in my eyes. “Well, there’s something I’d like right now. Something I’ve been thinking about since we started sleeping together.” Even though it had only happened twice, and technically, I’d been thinking about it before that.

"Caro, you can have whatever you want," he said, and the sincerity was back in his eyes. I still wasn't sure what to do with that, but I knew what to do with what I wanted. It would be a good distraction from trying to figure out what was going on with my feelings and his feelings and just feelings in general.

So I moved to stand right in front of him, holding his gaze as he looked up at me. Then, in one fluid motion, I got down on my knees.

"Fuck," Kevin said, and the word was heavy. Clearly he'd figured out what I planned to do.

I just grinned at him and used my hands to widen the gap between his legs.

It had been some time since I'd done this to anyone, but it was like riding a bike. It was easy to go for his fly, undoing the button and the zipper and easing each side of it out of the way. His cock was tucked away, but it was also easy to get his underwear out of the way, leaving him soft and getting interested in my hand.

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