Meet Cute(59)

She huffs a laugh, which turns into a sigh as I put my mouth on her again. Her sweet moans are quiet as I drag an orgasm out of her. Maybe because she’s cautiously aware of how not alone we are in this house.

I kiss my way back up to her mouth. Kailyn’s hands ease down my sides, and she pushes my pants and underwear over my hips. “You should be naked like me.”

Once I am I reach for a condom from the nightstand.

Kailyn plucks the foil square from my fingers and pushes on my chest until I sit back. Tearing it open, she rolls it on, then pulls me over her again.

I drop my face into the crook of her neck, muttering a curse as I sink inside her, satin heat surrounding me. Kailyn’s lips are at my temple, legs wrapped tight around my waist, the palm of her hand curving around the back of my neck.

I breathe through the tightness in the pit of my stomach, my body in overdrive, the sensation almost too much. This is different. It’s far more intense than just physical need.

When I feel like I’m under control again, mostly, I kiss a path from her neck to her mouth.

Then I push up enough so I can see her face. “Hi.”

She smiles, eyes soft and hazy. “Hey.”

“You feel incredible.”

“So do you.” She tips her chin up. “Kiss me, please.”

So I do. With our mouths fused I move over her, and despite wanting to take my time, to go slow and savor this, desire eventually wins out.

Gentle thrusts become more frantic as her quiet moans turn into pleas for me not to stop. I can’t kiss her anymore, too intent to watch her unravel for me. My name is a whisper on her lips as she comes. Like a domino being pushed, I let go, chasing the high of the orgasm.

When the sensations finally abate, I unhook her leg and roll to the side so I don’t crush her with my weight. We kiss for long minutes, hands still roaming each other’s bodies.

When I finally pull back, I trace the edge of her jaw with my fingertip. This isn’t like any other sex I’ve had before. I’m not sure if it’s tied up in her connection to my past, or her being involved in my present, or somewhere between the two, but I know I want to keep this.

“Was that impressive enough?” It breaks the tension, and for a moment I wish I could take it back and say something else. Something better.

Emotions flit across her face, none of them lasting long enough for me to catch and hold them. She skims my lips with her fingertips, a small smile tipping the corner of her mouth. “Top-of-the-class impressive.”

“I’ll get to see the rest of your pretty new panties, then?”

She arches a brow. “I don’t know about that.”

“But I gave you orgasms, more than one.”

“What if your performance next time isn’t as impressive?”

“I promise that was just a warm-up. Next time will be even better.”

I move to kiss her, but we both freeze at the slam of a door and the thump of footfalls coming down the hallway.





Chapter Sixteen





Tread Lightly


Kailyn



Panic sets in as I push on Dax’s chest. His arm tightens around my waist, the steady, quick thump of his heart vibrating against my palm. Logically, I know we should be safe because the door is locked and Emme has no idea we’re here, but the gravity of my decision hits me. What if Emme finds out?

Heavy feet tread down the stairs. I’m relieved for a moment before I realize she could be down there for a while.

“What if she doesn’t come back up right away? What if she decides to watch TV?” I whisper.

Dax smooths my hair away from my face. “She’s probably getting a snack.”

I seriously hope that’s all. I’ve never lost my head over a man like this. I can’t believe we just snuck up to his bedroom to have sex without considering the worst-case scenario, which would be getting caught by his sister. It was pretty great sex, but still, this isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. It’s actually right up there with walking through a Frisbee game with my eyes closed and that time I was watching reruns of It’s My Life between classes but my earbuds weren’t in properly and everyone could hear Daxton and the female lead sharing their first kiss. “I left my phone and my purse in the living room.”

“Mine’s in my pants.” He smiles a little. “Don’t worry. We can always climb down the trellis and run around the front of the house if we need to.”

I imagine what that would look like, two adults climbing down the side of the house to hide the fact that we’ve had sex from a thirteen-year-old. His grin widens, possibly at my horrified expression. I am not a fan of heights. “It’s not a joke, Dax!”

I push on his chest again. He’s still inside me, half-hard based on how full I still am. “We should get dressed. I don’t even know how long we’ve been up here.”

Dax unlocks his arms, rolling to his back, breaking the physical connection, as panic takes over. “Shit. We probably should’ve waited until Emme was out with friends for this.”

Now that the heat of the moment is over I can see his point, and wish I’d thought about it before we ended up in his bedroom. I feel exposed as I reach across the bed for my flashy panties and pajama pants.

“She doesn’t even know we’re here. Plus, we were quiet and careful, and she’s always wearing earbuds, isn’t she?”