Page 88 of Bonding with the Beta

His brown eyes lock onto mine as the corner of his lips twitch. “Not yet.” My throat bobs at his brashness. “It’s not hard to treat someone with respect, blondie,” he says after a few moments. “Boyfriend or not. You deserve someone a million times better who will treat you with kindness and love.”

I drop my gaze. “I suppose it’s hard trying to convince myself of that.”

“Besides, I bet he’s nowhere near as good in bed as I am,” he says, a glint of amusement sparks in his eyes. I stare back at him, and his expression drops. “Shit, that was a joke and definitely the wrong thing to say.”

My mouth twitches as I push his shoulder gently, and he laughs in relief.

“You are,” I say, which catches him by surprise. “If you really wanted to know.”

Sex with Josh was the equivalent of a wet lettuce.

Sex with Kayden? It’s out of this damn world.

Kayden flashes me a cocky grin before taking a sip of his drink. “Interesting.”

“When we sleep together, it’s different,” I admit before wrapping my arms around my legs loosely.

“What do you mean?”

“You care about my pleasure just as much as your own, if not more,” I confess, my cheeks burning at the realisation of my words.

Kayden barks out a brief laugh. “Well, of course I do. That’s what sex is about.”

“Yeah, well, he didn’t,” I sigh. “Barely any foreplay. Sex would always be about him and how he liked it. I went along with it because—well, I was stupid, of course.”

“Don’t say that.” He shakes his head. “You’re not stupid.”

I press my lips together.

“I don’t know why he’d never want to make you come and watch you orgasm. It’s truly something,” he states with confidence, and my entire body erupts into flames until I’m ash.

My shoulders raise in a shrug. “He said it was a chore to do anything for a woman because they take so long to finish. I remember suggesting I sit on his face and do all the work, but he kicked off and said it would still be long for him, then proceeded to say sex is about the man's pleasure, and that wouldn’t bring him any.”

Kayden stares back at me as if he’s about to commit a murder. “He actually said that to you after you asked to sit on his face?”

I nod, suddenly feeling flushed. What was I thinking voicing this out loud?

“Fucking hell,” he rasps. “That man should have felt honoured.”

My brows raise. “Honoured?”

“Blondie,” he takes my cup from my hand and sips on my straw, not breaking eye contact, “you can sit on my face anytime.”

My breathing hitches as I study his lips and how they rest against the straw in a teasing manner. “G–” my voice betrays me. “Good to know.”

Kayden grins as his eyes roam the blush rising across my neck.

We finish the rest of our food as the sun starts to set, and Kayden’s hand finds mine again, entwining them together perfectly as they rest in his lap. I attempt to hide my smile, but it’s impossible. Instead, I glance out at the peaceful view and remind myself to be grateful for this moment.

My head automatically falls onto Kayden’s shoulder, and he shuffles closer. We sit like this for a long moment, and I inhale deep breaths to wash out the emotions of today.

Kayden’s thumb grazes the back of my hand, and I turn my head to look at him. I exhale a quiet gasp when our noses brush. The sun highlights the left side of his face, carving him out like a God. His brown eyes sparkle in the light with golden flecks splashed across his irises. My lips part as I become mesmerised.

His lips quirk into a boyish smile. “What?”

“I think you’re gorgeous,” I admit, my eyes wandering down to his plump lips for a split second.

Then his face breaks out into the most breathtaking grin, dimples and all—completely proving me right. I cannot take my eyes off him, realising how everything feels better with him around.

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