Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(11)

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Two.”

“Two,” she mocks.

“That’s it,” I snap. I’m angry, worried, and in no mood for her childish behavior. It doesn’t help matters that she’s standing there looking defiant and wearing these cute freaking pajamas. The bottoms are black with little milkshakes all over them and the white top has two very strategically placed milkshakes with whip cream and cherries on them with the words “My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard” written on them. Her hair is all pulled up on top of her head and she doesn’t have a bit of makeup on. She looks adorable and sexy at the same time. She looks like she just crawled out of bed and she definitely looks like I need to throw her back in bed and tame her sassy f*cking mouth—and her body.

Where are all these feelings coming from with Kayla? It’s driving me crazy. Which explains why I’m acting like a nut now, one who went as far as to break her door down. It’s her fault! She’d driving me to it!

I march towards her. There can’t be a doubt about my intent. I’m sure my face is broadcasting it with each step I take. As I watch her back away from me—I’m sure of it. She puts her hands up to ward me off, panic now replacing the anger on her face. Strangely enough this knot that has me tangled up inside since I heard about Kayla’s engagement starts to loosen. I take another step to her, cornering her between me and the sofa. Her body sways, but she manages to stay upright. It’s enough to show me however that she’s not wearing a bra under that t-shirt. Kayla’s curvy, and her breasts are easily a D cup. Watching her right now, I’d say closer to DD, and I’m definitely watching. When the nipples poke against the shirt, pebbled and hard, I watch even closer. My dick jerks, expanding and pushing against my jeans in reaction. Fuck. How have I not noticed what a rocking little body she has?

I’m only human, so my reaction doesn’t surprise me as much as her body’s reaction to me. She wants me. Knowing she’s turned on by me is a big f*cking surprise… and something I find I… like. A hell of a lot.

“What are you doing?” she cries, panicked. I don’t reply. “White, this is crazy. You’re being crazy! Stop it!” Her cries only become louder as I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, ignoring the pain that causes. She pulls and tugs, trying to get away from me. That’s not about to happen. I’m too focused, too determined. I sit down, pulling her into my lap. Having Kayla’s body in my arms sends instant electricity through me. I feel heat and need in a way I’ve never experienced before. My plan was to slap that ass red and leave my handprint on it, but something happens when I gather her up like this. Even fighting me, her body tends to curve into mine. She fills my hands so perfectly that it eases that knot inside of me a little more. She feels… right—like she was meant to be in my arms.

“Kayla…”

“Let me go, White,” she says, though she’s not yelling now. Is it my imagination, or is her body relaxing against me? God, she feels so good… soft. Does she sense it too? I can’t be the only one here to realize how well we fit together.

“First, tell me what’s wrong. Why are you mad at me?” I ask her. Did she catch the fact that my hand squeezed her hip extra tight, or that my fingers drifted against her ass a little too long?

“Tommy and I broke up,” she huffs, not looking at me, but her ass moves against my lap and my dick literally cries.

“Good.”

“That’s not good, you *, and it’s all your fault!”

I squeeze her hip again, this time letting my fingers bite into the juicy mound of her ass. “If you don’t stop moving Kayla, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.”

“What happens next?” she asks, sounding confused.

“I know we’re friends, Buttercup, but I’m a man and I can only take so much wiggling around on my cock before I act on what you’re offering.”

“What I’m…? But I’m not offering!” she whispers, her face filling with heat.

“That’s a damn shame too,” I tell her without thinking. These new feelings concerning Kayla are f*cking with me. “Now tell me how you breaking up with that * is my fault?”

“You pushed me into telling him I wanted the wedding at Ida Sue’s.”

“So? It’s what you wanted.”

“Maybe so, but I should have thought about what Tommy wanted too, and now the wedding is off!”

“You shouldn’t have ever gotten engaged to that *. He’s not good enough for you and if he’s stupid enough to let you go because you want to have your wedding at your home then good riddance to his sorry ass.”

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re missing the bigger picture here, White!”

“I don’t think so, but go ahead and explain it to me.”

“I’m thirty!”

“You aren’t thirty yet, and that’s not exactly news to me.”

“I want kids!”

“Again…”

“Oh, shut up! Tommy was my chance at having a family and a kid the old-fashioned way. I wanted that, White. You know yourself I’ve never had it.”

“Kayla, honey, you’re not sixty. You have time. And I can guarantee you that if you wait, someone better than f*cking Tommy Haynes will come along.”