Page 41 of Seduced By You

Too bad, dickhead. You lost.

Then again, so had I.

Chapter13

Leesa

Right guy, wrong girl.

On spaghetti legs,I made it back to our room. I stumbled inside and closed the door, resting my forehead against the cool wood.

This thing between me and Kadon was getting way out of hand. The kiss earlier today when we’d first arrived had rocked the foundations beneath my feet, but that second kiss… That was a ten on the Richter scale. If I’d taken a lie detector test three days ago, and the question was “Are you attracted to Kadon Kingcaid?” my answer of “No” would have passed with flying colors.

Now…

Now, I wouldn’t dare take the test.

What’s happening?

How could I find myself attracted to a man I’d worked with every day for the past eight months and never once had the slightest romantic interest in? Was it a hormonal episode brought about by attending my ex’s wedding? That had to be it. People didn’t suddenly have the hots for their friends. That wasn’t normal behavior.

Fuck.I wanted to do more than kiss him.

I grabbed my nightwear from the drawer beside the bed and ran into the bathroom. Stripping in record time, I turned on the shower and dove under the spray. My clit pulsed, demanding relief. I removed the showerhead out of the bracket, turned the setting to “massage,” and aimed it right between my legs.

Leaning against the wall, I pulled and twisted and played with my nipples and fired heavy jets of water at my clit. I’d always been responsive to sexual stimulation, but the speed of my climax took me by surprise. I stifled a cry of pleasure, squeezed my eyes closed, and pretended Kadon was here with me. I pictured him naked, dripping wet, his big hand tugging on his cock, his eyes boring into mine as he pleasured himself.

My lower abdomen grew heavy, a second orgasm coming at me too fast. This time, I let my cry break free. My knees buckled. I dropped the showerhead and slid down the wall, splaying my legs straight out in front of me.

Good God. I hadn’t had a release like that in months. Maybe years. Maybe never.

If that’s what your imagination does, what would the real thing do to you?

Kill me. Probably. But fuck, it’d be a hell of a way to go.

No. Stop it. This is ridiculous.

I got to my feet, washed away all signs—and scents—of sex, and dried myself off. Bracing my hands on the bathroom countertop, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Sometimes I hated the way I looked. Sure, I was pretty, in that horrible societal way we categorized people, but my physical appearance had been as much of a curse as a benefit. That dick at dinner, Piers, had voiced aloud my greatest fears that I’d amount to nothing more than a pretty face and a nice body—until age crept up on me and stole my identity. Yet, along with the crippling self-doubt and worries, another voice had snuck in. One that said people existed who saw past the surface beauty.

People like Kadon.

His comments at the bonfire before we’d kissed had caused a swell of emotion within me, a tidal wave of gratitude and love. Perhaps this newfound longing for my best friend was an accumulation of events and circumstances. Being here, seeing Benedict again, having to play nice with Fenella, putting up with misogynistic men like Piers… once we left here on Sunday, surely these feelings would vanish. Then Kadon and I would go back to the way things had been before he’d come up with the crazy idea of pretending to be my boyfriend.

Phew.I feel better now that I’ve worked through that.

I cleaned off my makeup and moisturized all over, then slipped my nightgown over my head. I usually slept naked. Thank goodness I’d packed nightwear. Especially as I’d so stupidly assumed we’d have a suite, something with a living room and a bedroom at the very least. The funny thing was I hadn’t a cluewhyI’d assumed that. I’d known all along we were staying here, at Grange Manor, rather than a hotel suite, and having replied on my RSVP with a note saying I’d attend with a plus-one, no wonder they’d only given us a room with one bed.

I blamed the wedding and my panic at letting Kadon talk me into coming. Except now my panic had headed off in a whole new direction, one I hadn’t considered for a single second… Sleeping the entire night next to Kadon. Even if it was in an emperor-sized bed, that wouldn’t be an easy feat to accomplish. I sighed.Here’s to a sleepless night ahead.

I flicked off the bathroom light and padded into the bedroom.

“Shit.” My heart almost burst through my chest at the sight of Kadon sitting on the bed. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry. I should have made more noise.”

He finished removing his trousers and threw them over a chair. My greedy eyes drank in the sight of him in those tight-but-not-too-tight black boxer shorts. I’d seen his chest before. Many times. And his abs. But not after he’d kissed me like he had—twice—and not while standing in front of a bed big enough to writhe around on.

Stop thinking about sex.

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