They went upstairs talking about the project and the next steps that needed to take place in order to demolish the fountain. Kai wanted to donate it somewhere, so they could generate more publicity for “recycling” the fixture. But neither of them could come up with any ideas of who might want such a monstrosity.
So Erin wasn’t expecting the abrupt turn in the conversation. “I know it was my fault you ran off last week,” Kai admitted.
She was standing near the screen that hid his kitchen. He had already said that the platform on top of the bathroom was where he slept. She was suddenly very aware she was in this man’s home, and now the conversation had turned personal.
“I didn’t want to be a bother,” she said. “I didn’t realize it would be so dangerous.” “It’s not, not really. But I kicked up a fuss running around looking for you. And those guys were looking for a wilding, so I made myself a good target for them to harass.”
It made Erin feel better to know that he didn’t blame her for it. “You handled it so well.” Kai shook his head. “Not as good as I should have. And I shouldn’t have gotten kinky with you without knowing you, especially in front of your boss. I didn’t realize what a ball-buster Allison is.”
“I thought you were teasing me.”
“Yes. I thought you’d like it.” He shrugged, admitting, “I really wanted to tell you, bad girl, for peeking at me in reception. And then running away. That does seem to be your thing, running away.”
Bad girl! Erin couldn’t look at him. She knew her embarrassment was making her flush, but there was nothing she could do about it. “It’s not appropriate,” she finally managed to say. “It is if you consent. That was my mistake.” He replied.
“Who would agree to let you say… that.” Kai laughed. “Lots of girls.”
“No one I know.” But then she remembered Alexis from college. Alexis had talked a lot about her freaky boyfriend and the things they did. Once she told the girls that he had spanked her for breaking his iPhone, and she laughed when she said breaking it was almost worth it because then they had totally hot sex.
“I’m sure you know plenty of people who do,” Kai said. “Allison for one, but she’s on the giving end of things, not the receiving, I can guarantee it. Haven’t you ever tried anything like that?”
Erin felt her eyes open wide. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be having a conversation like this. He had moved closer to her, as if drawn in by her flushed confusion. “Like what?”
“Getting tied up with a scarf during sex? Blindfolded? French maid’s outfit?”
He smiled again. “No hair pulling?”
She shook her head silently. It was like she had no words at her command. Her mouth was open, she was breathing so fast. But she was held by his eyes, unable to move.
Kai took a step closer. “It’s one of my favorite things, taking hold of a gorgeous woman by the back of her hair, holding her and knowing she’s mine…” He put his hand around her, on her back. She kept looking up at him.
“Just say no, and I’ll stop,” he said very low.
She remembered the feel of his hand when he had guided her on the subway, as they fled from the gang. He had touched her back like this as they got off the train car, comforting and in control. Now it raised goose bumps on her arms, remembering that and feeling him touch her so deliberately.
His hand slid up to her neck, his fingers curling around. He was right up against her now, their bodies touching but not pressed together. Close enough for her to feel unbalanced. His other hand went to her waist, steadying her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Like this.”
He smoothed his hand higher on her neck, then let his fingers clench deep into her hair, twining and tugging at her scalp.
“Oh…,” she breathed. His cheek was close to hers, his breath warm on her ear.
His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. Her neck was exposed, open to him. She was trembling. Not that she feared him, exactly, it was an instinctive reaction. Feeling so vulnerable.
So she resisted, and he had to steadily pull her head until she was looking straight up at the ceiling. His lips were hot on her skin as he kissed her neck, high up, where it was most tender at her throat.
His arms were so strong, holding her up, holding her in place for him to consume. She couldn’t help struggling as the sudden sensation was too much for her, too overwhelming. His lips pressed against her neck, then down under her ear. She couldn’t see him, could only feel him as he moaned in pleasure.
“Delicious!” he murmured in her ear.
His hips were against her, as he bent her back further. She was pressing into him, the rigid bar of his hard-on constrained by his jeans, rubbing against her.
She gasped, feeling a wave wash through her that felt almost like climaxing. What was he doing to her? She writhed against him, feeling how hard he was, how ready he was to take her.
But she couldn’t do anything about it, she could only hold onto him as he held her in place, kissing her neck. She had never felt so helpless or so turned on in her life.
Slowly his hand loosened, and she suddenly realized how tightly he had been pulling her hair. It hurt. But it didn’t feel too bad, not when every nerve was zinging and her body tingling from head to toe.
As he pulled back, he was also breathing fast, lingering near her, like he didn’t want to let her go.
Suddenly she realized how wet she was, no denying that! Wet and ready to go. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t thinking ahead, stuck in her head, questioning things and considering—what’s the best thing to do? She wanted this man, and she wanted him now.
“Nobody’s ever done that to you?” Kai whispered, almost smirking.
“No.” That seemed to be the only word she had left. And she didn’t want to tell him “no.” She wanted him to kiss her on the lips instead of her neck, and stop looking at her with those searching, piercing eyes.
“You liked it,” he said.
She nodded. Do it again, she wanted to say. But he was so much calmer than her, not flipped head-over-heels like she was. She couldn’t say a word, only stand there looking at him all hopeful and happy, like a devoted puppy, ready to do whatever he wanted.