Thin Love (Thin Love, #1)(55)
“I don’t want slow.” Keira kissed his neck, nibbled up his throat until she pulled his ear between her teeth. “I just want you.”
He lifted her up, legs back where they belonged around his waist, his hands on the sweet swell of her ass and Kona kissed her hard, forgetting for a moment that she was too good for quick, forgetting that she didn’t want easy, that he needed to set the pace. Her mouth on his, those plump, high tits smashed against his bare chest had him forfeiting anything he’d told her about being calm. He was going to take her. The bed was right there, just next to him and he even managed to sit on it, with her still wrapped around him. Kona tried to remember how many condoms he had in his wallet, how he had to be gentle with her and then, the door flew open and Leann’s loud shout of “oh shit” stopped all thought.
“Leann,” Keira said, extracting herself from Kona’s lap.
“I’m sorry. I… shit, I didn’t think…” the girl turned around, moving quickly to her side of the room to dig through her closet. Keira followed her and Kona used the interruption to finally put on that gray t-shirt. He heard their low whispers, little reprimands that Leann made to Keira that had Kona’s temper flaring.
“What exactly did I interrupt?” he heard Leann whisper. He couldn’t hear what Keira said, her voice was lower, calmer, but Kona did see how quickly Keira’s demeanor changed, how she let whatever Leann said to her transform her.
Finally, tired of the bickering, Kona faced them. “I didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.” The two girls stopped arguing, both quickly directing their attention to Kona. He hated that Keira wouldn’t look at him, that she curled her arms over her chest like she was hiding again. “And, if I’m being honest, Leann, it’s really none of your business what we were doing.”
“Look, Kona, my cousin is…”
“Your cousin is an adult and fully capable of making her own decisions,” Keira interrupted. Kona was impressed. Keira dropped her arms to her side and she glared at Leann with her eyes shining. “You got what you need, right?” Keira nodded toward the bag in Leann’s hand and her cousin nodded once. “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow after you get back from rehearsal.”
“Keira…”
She stopped whatever Leann was going to say by moving across the room to open the door. “Night, Leann.”
Leann looked once at Kona as though he would back her up, but he only offered her a smirk and then a dismissive jerk of his head and the girl left the room.
“Sorry about that,” Keira said, closing the door behind her.
That look was still in Keira’s eyes, the one that told Kona she wanted to forget Leann had stopped them. But the mood had shifted and Kona didn’t know if that interruption had really been a bad thing. Keira still looked so open, so willing to give in. A flash of Leann’s shocked expression came back to him then. It was familiar, something Kona had seen too often when he’d convinced some girl to go home with him. Their friends, the people who cared about them, always had the same look on their faces.
“She’s just worried you’re making bad choices.”
Keira considered him for a moment, moving in front of him with those arms back around her waist. She wasn’t guarding herself, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to touch him either. “Am I?”
He rubbed his face, trying to clear away the mild guilt he felt. He’d almost let things slip out of control. Again. “I don’t know.” Keira should know what she was getting with him. Kona had no idea where things were heading. He knew he liked her. He knew with very little effort, Keira could have him completely under her spell. He was close to that now and this was only their first date. “I’m not a saint. I’m nowhere close to being good enough for you.”
Keira’s arms fell to her side and she stepped into Kona’s space. That sweet scent on her skin was musky now, still tempting, still intoxicating. “Why don’t you let me decide that?”
He liked how bold she was, how that awkward girl who threatened him in class was gone. Weeks with Kona, with him pushing her buttons, with him insinuating himself in her life had changed Keira and he liked the fire that she held in her belly. It drew him to her, made him helpless. Kona took her face between his hands and gave her a kiss, brief but lingering. If he kept at it, he knew he wouldn’t ever be able to walk away from her.
“It’s late. It’s probably a good idea for me to jet.” Kona had bite his bottom lip to keep from smiling at Keira’s expression. “You don’t want me to go?”
“I wouldn’t hate it if you stayed.”
Kona tried to ignore the double beat of his heart. “That’s tempting, Wildcat, but if I stayed I couldn’t promise you’d avoid those bad decisions.”
“Kona, I get the feeling you might end up being my favorite mistake.”
She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. It had been like that for nearly two weeks and the smile Keira wore that day as she left Kenner Hall, her arms loaded down with folders and notes for her Arthurian Studies presentation, had little to do with how she and Kona kicked ass. It was him. He put that smile on her face every day since they’d been “hanging out.” It was a stupid phrase, one that flew out of her mouth anytime Leann badgered her about what was going on between her and Kona, but it stuck and that was the only definition Keira would allow herself.