Until Harry(44)

My centre began to throb.

“Have. You. Had. Sex?” Kale asked me, his eyes narrowed and non-blinking.

I was so twisted for finding him incredibly sexy when he was angry.

“What will you do if I have?” I questioned.

He placed his hands on either side of my head and said, “Rip the bastard’s dick off.”

My eyelids fluttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “And if I haven’t, what will you do?”

He dropped his roaring red eyes to my lips, and my heart almost came to a complete stop.

“Answer my question and I’ll show you.”

Show me. Not tell me.

“No,” I squeaked. “I haven’t had sex with anyone.”

Kale lowered his face to mine until our lips were centimetres apart.

“I’ve had a fair bit to drink,” he hiccupped. “So kick me in the balls if kissing you isn’t okay.”

I bit down on my lower lip, and the action caused him to groan as I felt him harden against me. Fuck. Shit. It was happening.

Finally.

“I’ll kick you in the balls if you don’t kiss me.”

Kale pressed his forehead against mine and said, “I don’t want to do something that will ruin things.”

“It’s too late for that,” I replied, terrified he would change his mind. “You want to kiss me, and I really want to kiss you.”

“We can’t be friends after this,” he whispered, swaying into me. “We can’t ever be just friends anymore.”

I lifted my hands and gripped onto his T-shirt. “I don’t want to just be your friend.”

He blinked. “You really want me?”

“Hell. Yes.”

His eyes lit with fire then, and he applied more pressure against my body.

“Think carefully about this,” he said firmly, groaning when I moved, causing my hip to brush over his hardened length.

Yeah, he’s hard, I thought. For me.

I swallowed. “I’ve thought about this non-stop the last couple of years.”

Kale growled. “You’re making this very hard.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “I think that’s the point.”

He looked at me, his hooded eyes filled with lust. “Last chance for you to run away from me.”

Like hell.

“I’d never run away from you.”

Kale lowered his face dangerously close to mine. “Promise?”

“I promise,” I breathed, and fisting his shirt in my hands, I pulled him towards me.

He didn’t protest; in fact, he almost glided across the room with me, but he halted and said, “The door.”

I let go of him as he scurried over to the door, turning the lock. When he turned back to face me, I started to lose my cool and become nervous. Extremely nervous. I continued to back up until the back of my legs came into contact with the bed.

“You’re sure about this?” Kale asked as he stumbled towards me.

I caught him just as he was about to trip over his own two feet.

“I’m sure, but are you?” I asked. “You’ve had a bit to drink, and I don’t want to take advantage—”

“Let me stop you right there,” he said, laughing. “You aren’t taking advantage of me, Laney Baby – trust me.”

I did, but he wasn’t exactly in his right mind, and I didn’t want this to be something that was really good tonight but turned out really bad in the morning.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Kale looked down at me and licked his lips.

“Lie back for me, sweetheart.”

Shit.

Okay, this was really fucking happening.

I sat down on the bed and lay back like he asked. I looked up at him as he knocked his knees against mine and took off his beanie hat, tossing it on the floor behind him. His hair was sticking up all over the place, which only added to the Greek god look he was rocking. He kept his inflamed eyes on me as he kicked his shoes off and began to unbutton his shirt.

Ohhhhhh, my God.

I licked my lips when the shirt left his body and floated onto the floor. I watched it fall until it was out of sight, so my eyes automatically went back to the show Kale was giving me. His hands were on his belt, and he was unbuckling it. My hands itched to do it, so I boldly sat up and covered his hands with mine in silent question as I gazed up at him.

He let go of his buckle and placed his hands on either side of my face, grinning down at me. With a surge of bravery, I opened Kale’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I lowered his zip and then tugged on his jeans until they fell to the floor. I gasped when I found he was going commando, and saw the really impressive body part that had had me wondering for years.

It measured up to my expectations.

Trust me.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Kale huskily chuckled as he moved his hand to my hair and scraped his nails against my scalp. The sensation prompted me to angle my mouth towards him, but he quickly stopped me by pulling his hips back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, frowning up at him.

Kale stepped closer to me. “I want your mouth on me more than anything, but just not now. I don’t have enough control.”

I realised what he meant, and my cheeks flooded with heat.