Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(23)

"Kayla?" White prompts, dragging my attention back to him.

"What if you… we… hate it?"

"Then we'll know you should talk to Green."

"Not Cyan?"

"Definitely not Cyan."

"Blue has always been really sweet to me."

"He thinks of you like a sister."

"So do you."

"I will if you don't ever kiss me, now quit stalling."

"You know, Blue might be the better choice. He even asked me out once. The pressure wouldn't be there to make him see me as a woman."

"Blue asked you out? When the f*ck did Blue ask you out?"

"Last year. I told him no, of course. It would have made family gatherings too strange if things hadn't worked out."

"Son of a bitch."

"What?"

"How much more shit have you been keeping from me?"

"What are you talking about now?"

"I mean, I didn't know you were dating Tommy. I didn't know my own brother asked you out. I sure as hell didn't know you were planning on having a child. What else don't I know about you, Kayla Graham?"

"Just because you're my best friend, White, it doesn't mean we have to know everything about each other. Especially about our private lives."

"You do about me."

"Not entirely. I sure didn't know you had slept with my sister Rachel."

"I didn't. But that's a story for another time. Now quit stalling and kiss me."

"You didn't? That's not the story she told me."

"Your sister is unstable. Are you going to kiss me or do we forget this whole plan?"

"Is there a third option?"

"I could paddle your ass."

"You really do have an obsession with asses. How did I miss that over the years?"

"Kayla," he warns, his voice grumpy and dark despite the half-smile on his face.

"Fine," I huff, and then before I second guess myself, I lean in and press my lips to his.





CHAPTER 16


WHITE




How have I always taken for granted the way that Kayla makes me feel when we're talking? Spending time with her makes me happy. Hell it soothes something inside of me. Even pissed off and making a solemn, if not silent, promise to punch Blue in the face, I'm smiling. I'm being an ass, making Kayla kiss me, but I'm not about to confess just yet that I've been jacking off until my dick is raw thinking about f*cking her. I don't think she'd understand. No. This is much better. And as crazy as all this sounds, I plan on slowly getting her addicted to me. It's crazy and I would have never thought that I was capable of these emotions, but I plan on claiming Kayla—every f*cking way I can.

She brings her lips to mine and the spicy sweet taste of her somehow warms me. Her lips are plump and solid around mine. And when I say they're solid, I mean she's not moving them. This will never work. I want to take control, but at the same time, this is just too good. I pull away with a fake, heavy sigh.

"This isn't working, honey."

"It's not?" she asks, and the disappointment on her face is so apparent that I waiver in my handling of her.

"That's how you kiss a brother or a friend. Not a potential lover."

"But, I thought you'd take over."

"No, this is all you. I told you, you have to show me what you want from me. Make me believe it too."

"God, you're high maintenance."

I want to laugh. Instead I shrug, like I haven't got a care in the world.

"Fine. Give me your lips."

"No."

"No?" she nearly screeches, and I have to bite onto the corner of my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Who knew kissing could be so much fun? I have a feeling Kayla might make everything more fun.

"You're in charge, Buttercup. Remember? You're seducing me."

"I'd rather bang you over the top of your head," she mutters, leaning into me again. Her tongue comes out to moisten her lips. I'm hypnotized by the way it moves. Her lips are pale pink, glossy, and inviting against the deeper ruby red of her tongue. I have the strangest urge to capture that tongue in my teeth and refuse to let her leave.

I don't get a chance because her lips are gliding over mine, leaving a heated taste of brandy and pineapple in its wake from her drink. Her tongue pushes against my lips, and it takes all the strength I have not to open for her. Her tongue tries to gain entry again. Her fingers tangle into the t-shirt I'm wearing. She breaks away just a bit, her dark eyes huge on mine.

"Open for me," she complains, her voice soft.

"Make me," I dare her, nearing the end of my chain. Any minute and I'm going to break free, unable to control the needs in my body. Kayla lets out a whimper filled with frustration and I vow to myself to make her give me that noise again and again as I torture her body sexually. She has no idea the animal inside of me that she tempts. Shit! Until a few days ago, I didn't even know it exists.

Her fingers claw into the fine hair on my chest and there's a painful tug even through my shirt. I'm about to break and take complete control when Kayla surprises me. The little witch bites my lip. It's not a gentle bite either. It's hard. I open and her tongue dives inside. Brandy and fruit explode on my tongue along with a taste of cherries in the spring that can only be Kayla. It all combines and then mixes with a coppery taste to confirm that she did nick my lip. Somehow the thought of driving Kayla to that point makes me throb even harder than I thought possible.