Page 5 of The Guest

Closing my eyes, I lean against the cushioned headrest, my fingers brushing against the edge of the tub. When my body is fully relaxed, my thoughts stray to Kevin. Never have I felt so strongly attracted to anyone. Not like this, for sure.

Both in high school and college, the strongest I felt toward boys was, “He’s okay. Looks good, but that’s it.”

Kevin? I yearn for him enough that I’m willing to tease him in front of my father. A risk I’m willing to take, and I know deep down, it’s worth it.

He’s worth it.

A few minutes later, I hear the door creak. It must be Marianne, bringing me a new set of clothes.

But the figure standing in front of the slightly open bathroom door isn’t a girl. It’s Kevin.

Dear Lord.

Just looking at him makes my breath hitch and my core tighten.

He’s in a loose white shirt and black sweatpants, his hair damp from the shower. The door swings open slowly as he enters, and it feels like the floor has vanished from under me. If I wasn’t already sitting, my knees might have buckled.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is low and deep, and my eyes immediately go to the tent in his pants.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I thought I got an invite.”

“You did.”

He lifts his face to the ceiling and takes a deep breath. “What are you doing, Kara? What are we doing? Your father?—”

“I’m a grown woman who makes her own decisions. He is my father, but this is my life.”

“Why me? You said you don’t do this to others. Why me?”

I pull the drain stopper, and the soft gurgle of water draining echoes on the walls. The music continues to play in the background, but my heart is beating so loud that it’s the only thing I hear. That and my heavy breathing. “Because I felt something the first time I saw you. Almost like I found someone I didn’t know I was looking for.”

His neck flexes, his eyes turning half-mast. “I felt that too.”

“So what now?”

Kevin steps into the now-empty tub. Good thing it’s big enough for two.

He locks eyes with me as he crouches down, his hand grazing my skin and lighting my body on fire. He lifts my leg, rests my ankle on the edge, and does the same to the other.

I’m now fully exposed to him, and I don’t even know what he plans to do. One thing’s for sure. I won’t say no. I’m too desperate for him to do so.

He drags his gaze all over my body, feasting on me, and while it’s supposed to make me feel self-conscious, it doesn’t. With his fingers digging into my thighs, he drops his head and sweeps a tongue along my pussy.

Oh, dear God.

It feels so good that I let out a sound that’s part-animal, part-human.

He tightens his grip on me. “Stay quiet, Kara, or I will stop.”

I slap both hands to my mouth as Kevin gives my pussy slow, open-mouthed kisses. He flattens his tongue on my clit, and I clench my jaw so tightly, it begins to hurt.

Just when I thought I’d go crazy with want, he slips a finger inside me as he grabs my neck with the other hand and slams his lips to mine.

The kiss sets off an explosion in my head. I can taste myself on him, and when he drives his tongue into my mouth, I feel myself getting closer to the edge. He adds a finger, and I bow off the porcelain tub, rolling my hips to take the finger deeper.

“Miss Kara? I’m coming in. I got your clothes.”

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