Page 6 of Voyeur

Chapter Five

Kylie

Did he just say what I thought he just said?

A few minutes before, this guy had been a total stranger, albeit a very hot one. And now he was standing in my kitchen, drinking beer with me, and flirting.

I couldn’t believe this sexy man was interested in me. I had only dated boys like Ben before—but this tall, broad hunk in front of me was a man.

And I was pretty surehe’d just said he wanted to fool around.

I took a long swig of my beer before responding. “I, uh…”

But before I could come up with anything, he burst out laughing. “I’m just kidding, don’t worry! I mean, you’re cute and all,” he said. “But I know it’s a little weird being out here with no one around. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. That’s why I came up to get to know you.”

I was equal parts relieved and disappointed.

“Can I get you another beer?” I asked Stephen, since I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Sure, thanks.”

We made our way out to the deck with our beers, where Stephen laughed at the “painting” I’d been working on all week. It was little more than a few sparse, poorly outlined trees and a pinkish blob surrounded by blue representing him in the hot tub.

“Is that really how you see me? Man, I better work out some more,” he joked.

“I think you look just fine. The painting doesn’t do you justice,” I said, unable to stop myself from reaching out to feel his bicep. I bit my lip and looked him straight in his blue eyes. I’d have loved to paint those eyes; they were a bright, cerulean blue, like the mountain sky on a cloudless day.

I didn’t often drink, and the beer was going straight to my head. I felt a jolt through my body as our skin made contact—I wondered if he felt it, too.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to spend more time outside modeling for you,” Stephen said weakly.

Did I make him nervous? The thought that I had any sort of power over this big, burly man was an intoxicating rush, even more so than the beer.

The hours passed, and it got dark as we sat outside on the wooden planks of the deck, laughing and talking and watching the stars. I told him about my art program, he told me about riding his motorcycle.

Somehow, I ended up drinking most of the beers, and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned over to kiss Stephen.

The feeling of his mouth against mine was electric. I hadn’t touched anyone since Ben, and I’d thought it would be hard for me to be physical with anybody after that terrible experience. But this man was so irresistible that Ben was the furthest thing from my mind as our kiss quickly escalated into more.

Emboldened by the beer and the strangeness of the situation, I pushed Stephen back against the deck so he was lying down. Then I straddled his lap, pulling off my hoodie and T-shirt in one swift motion.

He moaned as I lowered my mouth to his again. I could feel him getting hard through his jeans, but when I reached my hand down to his zipper, he stopped me.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea tonight,” he whispered gently, and I felt my whole body deflate.

“What? Why?” I slurred, embarrassed. Had I misread him? Was he not into me?

“Trust me, I want this. But you’ve been drinking, and I just want to be sure that you really want this.”

He gently rolled me off of him, helping me tug my T-shirt back on.

A huge yawn escaped me, and I suddenly realized how late it had gotten and how sleepy I was.

“Come on, drunky,” he teased, standing up and pulling me to my feet. “Let’s put you to bed.”

“You’re coming to bed with me?” I asked coquettishly, all shyness erased by the alcohol.

“Not this time,” he laughed. “But ask me again tomorrow.”

And with that he picked me up in his arms and cradled me like a bride, carrying me to my bed. He laid me down and gently pulled the covers over me, kissing me one more time before disappearing.

“Good night, Kylie.”

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