Page 41 of Just for Fun
He tries to make it sound like a joke, but I have a feeling that is something he is very good at.
With I sigh, I push both hands in my hair, wondering how to get out of this mess. I suddenly realize that the buttons on my pajama top are missing.
“Oh my goodness,” I mumble to myself as I rush to look for them. “This is crazy.”
I jump when I feel Kyle’s breath on the side of my face. “If it helps any, you are a very good kisser.”
My head whips around. “Really?”
That is something I have never been told before. Not to say that I kissed a lot, but it’s never been this intense and soul consuming. Kissing Kyle was an out of body experience. I don’teven understand what just happened on this couch, but I am pretty sure that he gave me an orgasm just by kissing me.
My first orgasm ever.
“You should go.”
Taking a few steps back, I put some much needed distance between us. I am even more attracted to Kyle now than I was initially, and it scares me to death. It’s like he put a spell on me. He is not the type I would envision any of my firsts with.
He now gives me a smirk, like he can read my mind, and he is challenging me to accept his advances.
“I came here to talk, Zara.”
The way he stares me down, running his eyes all over my body, makes me blush to the roots of my hair. He has this incredible charisma, something that comes naturally to him. He is not trying to hide his true self, which makes him even more attractive to me.
“I know this whole thing is weird,” he continues. “Me showing up here… It was not planned. I’m not a stalker, or any kind of weirdo, I swear.”
I cross my arms over my chest, more aware than ever about the state of my clothes.
Swallowing hard, I open and close my mouth a couple of times. “I don’t know what to say.”
Kyle throws his arms out and shrugs. “Okay, maybe I am a weirdo, because who just shows up like this at someone’s house, right? I mean, we just met tonight, and you don’t know me at all. I could be a really bad man.” His eyes look around. “Like a serial killer, or… or… or…”
He looks so adorable in his disheveled way, with the hair all over the place, loose strands in his eyes. He pushes it all back, remaining with his hands in his hair while letting out a long breath of air.
“I’m an idiot,” he concludes. “I don’t know how else to explain any of this. It’s just…”
He stares at me, no words passing the lips he just kissed me into oblivion with. The air is lodged in the back of my throat. I should probably tell him that everything he’s done since we met at the restaurant a few hours ago is so inappropriate. But I can’t do that because I liked it so much.
“I want to kiss you again,” he says from out of nowhere. He still hasn’t moved from where he’s standing in front of me, and his hands are still buried into his hair. “I want to do so many things to you.”
My mouth goes dry. I can’t respond because my ability to form coherent sentences is gone.
“I need to leave.”
His eyes look crazed. He starts walking backwards, but since he is not familiar with the lay of my living room, he ends up bumping into the coffee table, then a chair, before he glances back to make sure the path is clear.
He makes it close to the door, and I’m pretty sure he is about to turn around and walk right out. I can’t tell if it’s relief or disappointment that’s currently flooding my body.
My eyes fill with tears that are totally out of frustration. I don’t know how to tell him that I’d like for him to stay longer. To talk…
I am so deep into my thoughts, I have a hard time processing what’s happening right in front of me, even though my eyes are wide open.
Kyle touches the doorknob, pressing on it as if in slow motion. He pulls on the door, and all signs point in the direction of him walking out. But then, he lets go and stares down at his feet. I start counting the seconds.
One…
Two…
I don’t make it to three when Kyle spins around, rushing at me like both of our lives depend on it. He cups my face much in the same way that he did earlier, in the way that makes me melt at his feet.
