"Please go away," I strain out. "I get it. You don't want me fucking with your business and all-"
"Did you go out with him tonight because you like him?" Kade asks, interrupting me, sounding just as furious as he did earlier.
Wha
t the hell does that have to do with anything?
"Kade, please... leave me alone."
"Answer the damn question, Raya. Do. You. Like. Him?"
"Yes. I liked him. He was nice, and sweet, and he didn't judge me for being less than the rest of you," I snark, hiccupping out a sob that defeats my attempt to sound unfazed by the hatred in his tone.
"So, you want to, what? Date Lyle? Fuck Lyle? What were you planning to accomplish with a guy you knew five fucking seconds before you ran off with him?"
I whip around, tired of hiding my tears, and I consider slapping him across the face as I stand up.
"It wasn't a date, and I wasn't planning to fuck him, you asshole! He didn't want me sitting around like the outsider I felt like when you ran off to be with your ex-girlfriend. I didn't want to be here when the two of you came back reunited and happily in lust. I get it. I really do. I'm not good enough for you. I figured that out pretty quickly, but I was stupid enough to dare to dream. I couldn't see it though. I couldn't watch my hopes be crushed. So I went with Lyle to avoid the sting. Is that what you want to hear?"
I turn away once I finish yelling. My tears pour out harder, but I give up on wiping them away. It's an impossible feat to rid myself of wet cheeks right now.
"Close enough," he says dangerously close to me before spinning me around and crushing his lips against mine.
My head spins with confusion, but my body reacts on its own accord. My hands fist in his hair, tugging him as though I want him even closer, when I should be pushing him away. Damn. What the hell just happened?
He rips me up from the ground, and my legs clasp around his waist as he carries me out of my bedroom. I don't know where we're going, nor do I care when his tongue ring becomes a toy in my mouth.
I moan against the devouring kiss, and his grip on me tightens as we cross the threshold to another room. He grabs my ass and tugs me closer to his center before dropping me on the bed and staying between my legs.
So many weeks of pent-up frustration pours out into that kiss, and I put everything I have in it. His hands start moving over my body, feeling me through the thin fabric of the leggings.
"Damn," he whispers.
"What's wrong?" I ask, half afraid the spell is broken.
"I have to get you out of these," he mutters before tugging my leggings down.
I start to say something when he reaches up and rips my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground as though he wants my clothes far away from me.
He mumbles something about perfection and it being about damn time, though I can't really be sure what.
I feel exposed, lying here for his eyes to see me in a lacy bra and a thin pair of panties I'm glad are sexy.
"Raya, if you don't want this, tell me now," he murmurs softly as he leans down to press a kiss against my abdomen, making me squirm when his lips trail down slowly, grazing the skin just under my navel.
He looks up expectantly, waiting for me to answer, but no words can form. Instead of gurgling out some unintelligible, possibly ridiculous response, I arch my hips to press myself closer to him, making his chin graze the top of my sex.
Mmm. I'm going to die if he stops now.
He starts to kiss me through the thin layer of silky material, and I shudder beneath him, making him smile as his lips press against the now damp panties. My eyes roll back in my head as I arch my hips involuntarily, unable to tell my body what to do anymore.
A low groan comes from his throat as he starts pulling the underwear down, and with a quick dismissal, I'm bare before him - nothing but my bra offers me modesty, but I don't care.
A pathetic cry mixed with a whimper spills through my lips when his hot tongue finds me in a way I never thought possible.
"Keep doing that, and I won't be good for anything," he murmurs against my most sensitive spot, making me moan and whimper in unison.
I grab at his hair, not caring if I leave him bald when the bar of his tongue ring pushes me into a small haze of ecstasy. Oh damn. That's... oh shit.