“You will,” he says, confidently. “Do you want dessert?”
I shake my head. “I think if I eat anymore, I’m going to explode.”
“We’ll skip it then.” He stands, straightening his jacket and holds out his hand, “come on.”
I take his hand. “Where are we going?”
He says nothing as he leads me to an open space at the back of the restaurant. Kyle stops and turns to me, placing his hands on my waist and pulls my body against him, as if on cue, the opening to Is This Love by Whitesnake begins to play.
I glance up at Kyle in surprise. “Did you plan this?” I ask, smiling so much I’m sure I look like Cheshire Cat.
He doesn’t reply, just smiles down at me as we begin to sway to my favourite song. I reach up and place my palms flat on his chest.
‘...how can I tell you, babe, my back's against the wall, I need you by my side, to tell me it’s alright, 'cause I don’t think I can take anymore...’
I tilt my head back and look up to find him gazing down at me. Before my brain catches up with my body, I reach up on my tip toes and brush my lips lightly against his, I stay there for a moment, my lips ghosting over his.
I start to pull back, but Kyle takes one of his hands and places it at the back of my head, cradling it in his hand, holding me close to him as his lips capture mine. His kiss is not as gentle, and hesitant as how I had kissed him, his kiss is harder, almost hungry. It’s perfect.
This should have been my first kiss, but he even took that from me.
Kyle’s grip on the back of my neck tightens as he kisses me deeper, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I move my hands and grip his wrists tightly as he continues to kiss me, our lips working in perfect harmony with each other.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck,” he moans breathlessly, his eyes never wavering from mine.
He tucks a strand of stray hair behind my ear, and we continue to sway to the music with his forehead pressed against mine, our noses slightly touching, our eyes locked on each other’s. When the song ends, he reaches down for my hand and leads me towards the exit.
We pass the waiter and Kyle pays him for the meal, leaving him what looks like a one-hundred-dollar tip.
“Thank you, Sir, have a good evening,” he calls, as we walk away.
Still holding my hand, we cross the lobby and make our way towards the elevator.
“Good Evening, Mr King!” Stacey on the front desk shouts, jumping up out of her seat as we pass by.
Kyle doesn’t acknowledge her at all, he just carries on walking. It’s getting hard to keep up with his pace in these heels I’m taking three steps to his one long stride, I’m practically running.
We reach the elevator and it isn’t long before the doors slide open and we get in.
He backs me against the wall, caging me in. He rests his forehead on mine, while his hands move down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His lips graze mine teasingly, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it gently, the tip of his tongue darting out to skim the seam of my lips, his warm uneven breath mixing with my own. His hands come to a stop at my hips, which he squeezes gently.
I squeeze my thighs together to suppress the throb that’s building between my legs.
The tension between us is so thick it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. Before I begin to suffocate from lack of oxygen, the doors slide open and we head for the penthouse, my hand clasped tight in his. Kyle unlocks the door and we head inside. He lets go of my hand to slide off his jacket, which he places over the back of a dining chair.
I walk over to the window and look out over the city while I slip my heels off my aching feet, no wonder I choose to wear boots ninety-nine percent of the time, comfortable and flat.
The New York City skyline looks so beautiful at night.
I feel Kyle’s presence before I see him walking up behind me in the reflection of the window. The hairs on the back of my neck, standing to attention, that familiar shiver rolling down my spine. My heart begins to pick up the pace as he closes in, my breathing becoming uneven.
He reaches me, I can feel him behind me, his front brushing my back, his warm breath tickling the skin on my neck.
He traces his fingers down my arms gently, making me shudder. “What do you want, Hayley?” he whispers in a low voice, his lips level with my right ear.
My heart is pounding so fast I can hear it in my eardrums.
“You,” I breathe out.
Kyle tucks my hair behind my ear and touches his lips to the shell of my ear, while his hands work the zip on the back of my dress down, slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. My body hums in anticipation, the throb getting more and more intense.
Once the zip of my dress is all the way down, coming to a stop at my tailbone, Kyle reaches inside the dress with is his right hand, his fingers tracing over the bare skin of my back, down my spine, causing me to shudder, around to the front, over my stomach, slowly working his way up towards my breasts.
My head falls back against his chest, my eyes fluttering closed. His fingers dust over my right nipple and my knees almost buckle. He eases the straps of my dress down my arms leaving my chest completely exposed, the cool air in the room hardening my nipples, the dress bunching at
