He’s gaping at me. His eyes take their time as he lazily explores my body with his, like my body is his to peer at.
My body warms under his gaze, and I forget why I wanted to cover up with the blanket in the first place. He’s a complete stranger to me, but I let him stare at my body that is barely covered with a blanket. I want him to gape. Need him to.
It’s a different stare than how Sebastian looked at me. But then, this man looks nothing like Sebastian. Sebastian has light shady hair and a fit body with a little stubble on his chin. This man is much taller than Sebastian. His hair is dark, and there is stubble on his chin and neck, although from the business suit he is wearing, I’m sure he shaved this morning, but it grew back by the end of the day.
Sebastian is still a boy. A college guy who lives for fun. Kade is a man. I’m not sure he even knows what fun is from how he’s standing, like something serious is happening.
I thought I wanted Sebastian, but maybe Kade would do. He might not be as light-hearted as Sebastian is, but he oozes maturity. Kade knows how to handle a woman in bed, and the glimmer in his eyes says he would be happy to help me out.
I stare a moment longer, realizing the familiarity in his gaze. He was the pair of dark eyes I saw staring at me earlier. But his eyes aren’t dark, not now that I’ve looked at them closer. They are auburn. Brightly glowing as he continues staring.
“You’re staring,” I say, pointing out the obvious. My voice is snarky, but I don’t cover up or tell him to get the fuck out. Because I’d gladly swap one brother for the other.
What’s wrong with me? I’ve become one of those women. The kind who only sees guys like a piece of meat, who are here to fuck me. The kind who doesn’t require any standards. No date. No conversation. No romance. I’m that desperate for sex.
He grins, and I see the little dimple form on his rough cheek. Yep, I’m one of those women who will give up my body to a sex god without thinking about the consequences. I’ve become the women I
hate, and I won’t apologize for it. I may not be able to convince a man like this to date me or take me seriously. But right now, dripping wet and practically naked, I know I can get him to fuck me. No man can resist a naked woman.
Kade closes the door Sebastian left cracked open when he dashed out. I hear the sharp lock of the door as he turns the lock, preventing Sebastian or anyone from entering.
My eyes widen, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling too wide.
I’m going to taste two King’s in one night. My luck has changed.
He turns, and his eyes sink into my body again, making me squirm.
I want him.
He wants me.
Regret can form in the morning, now all I feel is lust.
My eyes cut to the bulge in his pants, confirming what his eyes are telling me. He wants me. There is no doubt about it.
He walks toward me, but I can’t keep my eyes off the damn bulge. My cheeks flush the longer I stare, but I don’t think there is any way I can be more embarrassed than I’ve already been tonight.
His hands press on either side of my head, but I can’t focus on anything except his face that hovers over mine. He’s going to kiss me.
I wet my lips in anticipation. Not sure how Kade’s lips will be able to top Sebastian’s, but as his lips lower and my toes curl before he touches me, I think he might be able to kiss better.
My heart pounds, my breathing stops, and my eyes close waiting for the kiss.
No kiss happens.
My eyes fly open, and he’s smirking over me.
“Get dressed Larkyn, and I’ll call you a car.”
My mouth falls open, and my eyes widen. How does he know my name? And why does he want me to get dressed and leave? I thought…shit. He’s not into me at all. His night, with his own date, was probably interrupted to deal with Sebastian’s problems. But I don’t remember a women sitting next to him when he was staring.
“What?” That’s what comes out of my mouth. I’m a genius.
Kade pulls away. And I’m cold. And pissed.
I jump out of the bed letting the blanket fall to the bed. I’m still naked except for my panties as I watch Kade dig through Sebastian’s drawers.
My anger pulses through me, but I don’t know what to do with it. I’m not confrontational. I can’t even stand up for basic things I want in my life. I have no idea how to stand up to a complete stranger. But if I don’t do something, my anger is going to explode out of me.