Page 70 of Just for Fun
“All the information I had found about it… None of that prepared me for the actual act. I expected it to hurt, but I either don’t have a very high tolerance for pain, or it’s a hundred times more painful than what the internet says.”
I chuckle nervously, wondering how he’s taking all that I’m laying at his feet. He shows incredible patience and holds me for a bit longer. I don’t think he understands how much I appreciate it.
When I am ready, I lift my head to look at him, loving what I see in his eyes. He really meant it when he said he wanted to come here and see if I was okay.
“I’m really happy that you’re here,” I whisper, hoping that he can hear me. “I’ve been waiting for you to call me…”
His eyes widen in surprise. It’s pretty much what he’d told me but in reverse.
“Today I’d decided that enough was enough. I wanted to talk to you, so I was going to call you.”
His face splits into the biggest grin. “And you did.”
“I did.”
I lick at my lips nervously, wishing I was brazen enough to tell him that I want a do-over of what happened between us the other night. I know it in my soul that this time would be perfect.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.
Unable to speak anymore, I just nod in confirmation.
Kyle takes a deep breath in. “I am going to kiss you until we both run out of air…”
My heart feels light again. “I am counting on it, Kyle.”
“Do you want more than a hot and messy kiss?” His eyes go side to side, paying attention to any sign of distress that I might show.
I swallow hard, and the knot at the back of my throat feels like it’s about to suffocate me.
“I want everything.”
All the stress from before disappears from Kyle’s face. He is happy with my answer, and he is ready for whatever I am prepared to give.
“Show me your bedroom.”
He doesn’t ask, he demands. I have no choice but to do as he asked, so I take him by the hand and walk him down the short hallway and inside my bedroom.
When we walk in, the room has this air of intimacy to it. The shades are drawn but not all the way, allowing for just enough light to see each other. My queen sized bad sits in the middle of the opposite wall, looking clean and neat, and like it’s from a magazine. The decorative pillows give it a fresh look, but I wonder how long it would take to remove them all and pull the covers.
We both stop walking when we reach the side of the bed. Kyle takes a moment to remove his T-shirt, jeans and socks, standing in front of me in only the black boxer briefs he still has on.
“I won’t get naked until you give me the go ahead,” he explains when he catches me staring.
My hands feel clammy when I pull the sweatshirt over my head. That’s followed by the T-shirt I had underneath, then the leggings and panties. Since I didn’t wear a bra today, I am now completely naked.
I stare at the area under his waistband, fascinated by the way his erection grows bigger with every breath he takes.
“Go ahead,” I whisper. “Get naked.”
TWENTY-TWO
Kyle
My mouth goes instantly dry.She is all I thought about from the second she left my house. I went through so many phases, from confusion, to annoyance, to worry, to missing her like crazy.
Zara Bray has burrowed herself inside my soul, and I don’t know how to remove her from there, or if I even want to.
Now, as she brings her hand up and her fingers caress my bare skin, I close my eyes for a second, taking everything in. Before long, her fingers hook under the waistband of my boxer briefs, and she pulls them down my legs.
