Page 55 of Finding Kyler
I give him a teasing smile as I pop the first button on his jeans. I sneak my hand under the band of his boxers, and he curses when my fingers curl around him. I stroke him casually, and he moans. Opening the rest of the buttons, I slide his boxers and jeans down, and I wrap a firm hand around his throbbing length. His head drops back on the pillow as I start pumping, building the pace until he’s thrusting into my hand, his whole body tense and ready to rip apart. I bring him over the ledge, reveling in the look of absolute joy on his face and the knowledge that I put it there.
He hauls me up his body, snaring me in his strong embrace. He plants delicate kisses all over my face, and his nose grazes the length of my neck. “Faye.” My name is reverential on his tongue, and it does the most amazing things to my insides.
After cleaning up, we continue to share tender, sweet kisses until my lips feel swollen and my jaw starts to ache. Kyler tucks me into his side, and I snuggle into his warmth, relishing the feel of his body alongside mine. Content and happy, I fall into a deep sleep.
Kyler is gone when I wake the next morning, but his smell still lingers on my sheets. Burying my head in my pillow, I inhale his scent like it’s oxygen.
There’s a quiet knock on my door. I scramble about in the bed, looking for my top while I desperately try to flatten my tangled hair. “Faye,” Kyler says in a hushed voice. “It’s only me.”
“I’m awake,” I call out as carefully as I can.
Kyler steps into the room with damp hair and dressed in a clean black shirt and jeans. He looks totally edible, and I want to eat him right up. He carries two mugs in his hands as he advances toward me. I scrutinize his face as I sit up against the headboard, anxious to gauge his mood. I tuck the covers under my armpits as he perches on the side of the bed. Placing the mugs on the locker, he leans down, kissing me sweetly.
A dart of lust whips through me, and I drape my arms around his neck. Inside, the mother of all parties is taking place in my chest. I was anticipating the cold shoulder this morning, so this is most unexpected.
Not that you’ll ever hear me complaining when a hot guy shows up at my door, fresh out of the shower, bearing coffee and kisses. “Morning,” he mutters belatedly against my lips.
“Hey.” I smile against his mouth.
He sits up straighter, putting space between us, and I scowl. A smile curves up the corner of his mouth, and he looks so breathtakingly beautiful in that moment that I can only stare at him in awe. His smile expands, and I’m guessing I look like a total moron, but I don’t care.
This guy is to die for.
My heart is fit to bursting point.
Lifting my hand to his mouth, he kisses my palm, and a sudden rush of tingly heat passes from his body to mine. “What?”
“You should smile more. You’ve no idea how it transforms you.” A sudden thought occurs to me, and I sport a sulky expression.
He laughs. “What now?”
“Second thoughts. Don’t change. Keep to your usual moody, mean self whenever you’re not with me.” I sit up on my knees and lean in to kiss him. “Save the smiles for me. Only me.” His smile falters a little, and I curse myself for whatever I said to diminish it. “Did I say something wrong?” I bite the inside of my cheek.
He shakes his head as he runs his fingers along my lower lip. “I was wondering if you’d any plans for this morning? Would you like to come to the track with me?”
Chapter Twenty-One
I can’t believe he’s asked me. This is momentous, and it feels like a breakthrough. He’s starting to let me in, and it fills me with so much giddiness. “I’ve no plans, and I’d love to go to the track with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Totally yeah.” I lean over and kiss his prickly cheek. “But I need to shower first.”
I wrangle him out of the room while I get ready. After showering, I dress casually in jeans and a plain shirt, wrapping a hoodie around my waist. I toe on my runners—I still can’t get used to thinking of runners as sneakers, but I know I need to make an effort unless I want to bring a translator with me to school on Monday—and apply my requisite mascara and lip gloss.
Kyler looks surprised when I stroll into the quiet, empty kitchen a few minutes later. “What?” I land my hands on my hips and narrow my eyes.
He grins. “I don’t think I’ve ever known a girl to get ready that quick.”
I head straight for the fridge. “I’m not into all that girly shit. I’m fairly low maintenance.” Bending down, I snatch a water and some fruit out of the fridge and nudge the door shut with my hip. Spinning around, I meet Kyler’s darkening gaze, and I’m immediately suspicious. I purse my lips as recognition dawns. “Were you checking out my ass?”
He leans forward on the table, pinning me with those captivating peepers. He licks his lips, and my mouth feels suddenly dry. “Yep.” He grins as he shovels a mouthful of eggs into his gob.
I should probably be disgusted but I’m not.
I’m elated.
Not sure what that says about me.
