Deep Under (Tall, Dark and Deadly #4)(59)

I don’t get to respond. I don’t know how I would if I could. Because he’s moving, stroking me with his cock in these long, slow, seductive moves, that steal away words and thoughts. There is just the two of us, our bodies joined, our breathing filling the air. And his hand travels my body, between my legs, teasing my clit, driving me wild. The hot burn in my belly gets hotter, my sex tighter, and I arch backwards into him, with the climb to that sweet spot that is on me in an instant. But what makes it even sweeter, is his low groan and the way we shudder and shake together. The way our bodies ease together. The way he slowly inches my legs downward so that they align with his, but doesn’t pull away.

“I don’t even have words for how much I liked that,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah?”

I laugh. “Yeah.”

He brushes hair from my face and kisses my temple. “Don’t move,” he orders. “I’ll grab you a towel.” He pulls out of me, and I inhale, letting out a contented breath, my mind going back to last night and his worries about me feeling regrets over him and us. And my promise that I have none, which I didn’t think he quite believed.

Kyle rounds the bed, pulling the blanket off of me, his dark blond hair a sexy rumpled mess, his green eyes warm with amber as they travel my body. His touch is gentle as he presses the towel he holds between my legs. “Good morning again,” he says again, helping me sit.

“Good morning,” I say, my cheeks heating and I am suddenly, impossibly shy with this man, in ways that defy all the humiliating things I’ve been through that should make that impossible.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” I say. The idea of sharing breakfast with him is comfortable and right in ways that take me back to last night. “But first. Can we talk about regrets?”

He goes very still. “What about them?”

“I could die before this is over and-”

“You’re not going to die.”

“Don’t say that. I appreciate you trying to make me feel safe and you do. More than I have in a long time, but let’s just be real for a minute. As long as we’re here, inside this world, there is an active threat for both of us, but that wasn’t even my point. My point is that you were worried about me regretting us. I want to make sure you know that I really meant it, Kyle. You saved me from dying with the taste of that man on my lips.”

His eyes soften, and he pulls me to him, brushing hair from my face. “Myla,” he breathes out, and there is emotion in his voice I can’t quite name…torment, maybe? I do not know but I want to find out, but I never get to try. It’s at that moment that my cellphone starts to ring, the sound ripping through me, a knife that bleeds reality, because it can only be one person. “No,” I whisper, my hands grabbing onto Kyle’s shoulders. “I don’t want to do this.” I push back from him. “I have to do this. I can. I will.”

“Deep breath,” Kyle says, reaching for my phone. “You can do this. You know how to do this.” He hands me the cellphone.

“Don’t watch me,” I say. “It’ll make me think he knows you’re here.”

“Understood,” he says. “I’ll make us coffee.” He releases me, leaving me cold where I was just hot, pushing off the bed, naked and perfect. “Answer the call, Myla,” he says, grabbing his sweats to pull them on.

“Right,” I say, inhaling and then I swipe to answer. “Good morning,” I greet Alvarez, turning to sit on the edge of the bed, and glancing at the clock by the bed that reads six am. “You’re very early this morning.”

“I have a flight this morning,” he says, while Kyle exits into the hallway. “You took so long to answer,” he adds, “but you sound wide awake.”

“I am awake and excited to start my day,” I say, cheerfully. “I was in the kitchen making coffee. This place is huge, Michael. It was like going to the corner coffee shop. It’s at least as large as the apartment in Denver you took me to last month.”

“But is it acceptable? Does it please you?”

“It’s beautiful with an amazing city view,” I say, relishing his affection for the tiny bit of safety it represents.

“But does it please you?”

“Of course, it pleases me. It’s just very empty. Are you able to join me sooner than next week?”

“Unfortunately, bella, I am not. I’m on a plane now actually, flying out today to an unexpected meeting for intense negotiations.” I do not miss how he leaves out the name of this “unexpected location”. “If it’s possible, I’ll fly you to me for the weekend, even if it’s only for a night.”

“Please try to come here,” I say, aware that my traveling to him would allow me to find out where he is, but should he get spooked, it might mean I disappear as well.

“You do not wish to come to me?”

“I really want you to see the designs I’ve shown you on paper in realized form and I honestly don’t want to leave right before the launch. I want it to go perfectly.”

He is quiet several thoughtful beats, in which I know he is questioning me, but then, this too is nothing new. He questions everyone, even me, and I know this spurs his need to dominate me, even punish me. “I would like to see your designs,” he finally says. “Take pictures of yourself in the dresses today and send them to me.”