"You okay?" he asks when he feels my tense body pressed against his.
"I am now," I mutter softly, inhaling his scent like it's home.
He starts trailing kisses down my cheek until he reaches my lips, and then the fire sets in when his tongue presses through my parted lips. My fingers twist and tangle in his soft dark hair as he slides his hands under my rear and lifts me up.
Just like that, my bad day has been shattered, and a cloud of euphoria comes to settle in place of the dark cloud that had loomed.
"I love you," I blurt out, instantly wishing that had stayed inside my mouth.
Shit. Shit. Shit. No. No. No.
He stills against me, and the kiss that had been heated is broken. Very slowly, he lets me slide down from his body. I've just ruined this. I didn't mean to say it. It's too soon. Hell, even I know it's too soon, but I do. I can't help but love him. I quite possibly fell in love with him before we started dating.
I start to back away when he jerks me to him and crushes his lips against mine, claiming me and banishing all the angst that had settled on my chest like a heavy weight. I feel the wall at my back before he lifts me back up.
I don't hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist. Suddenly, I wish I had worn a dress. This would be so much better if I was in a dress.
I grip his shoulders to keep my weight better divided, but he treats me as though I'm weightless when he carries me out of the living room and into the bedroom. I can't catch my breath. It's all happening so fast.
The kiss is almost too hungry, too devouring. It's as though Kade's switch has flipped. I wish I knew how to make him be this way all the time. Damn this is good.
My clothes come off in swift motions, and words are lost amongst the heavy breaths and excited moans. It's all I can do not to unravel before we even start. Aggressive Kade is hot. Very hot.
"I want you to stay here," he murmurs softly, kissing and nipping at my neck as he slips out of his jeans.
I tug his shirt over his head, almost forgetting he finally said something... Even though it wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear. In fact, it's confusing.
When his devilish tongue slides into my mouth, and the sound of a foil packet tearing resonates in my ears, I forget we were talking at all. I become greedier with the kiss, taking all he'll give, and giving all he'll take.
He sinks in until he's completely buried inside me, and then he starts moving, finding an incredibly merciless rhythm. He slams into me so hard a grunt springs free from my lips, and that forces a low growl to emerge from him.
I don't know what is going on, but I frigging love it.
With each perfectly executed thrust, he pushes me closer to that peak I'm begging to fall over.
A ragged moan and his name tear through my lips in unison, and the violent, mind-blowing release I feel sets him off, making him grunt loudly as his eyes roll back in his head.
He collapses to me and almost crushes me with his solid weight. I chuckle when he lets out an exaggerated exhausted breath, and then I run my fingers through his hair, relishing his hard breaths on my chest.
I keep waiting for him to acknowledge what I said, because I'm sure as hell not saying it again until he tells me he feels the same. I'm so stupid for letting my emotions run free. I rushed this. What was I thinking?
"I mean it, Raya," he breathlessly releases.
He means what?
"Hmm?"
I'm almost scared to move my lips after my accidental slip. I don't trust my mouth to say the right things.
"I want you to stay here. I don't want you leaving at the beginning of the semester."
That's a long way away. So he's not freaked out by my confession... I guess.
I smile, though it's weighted. We're apparently not going to address what I said. It's fine. He needs more time. That's completely understandable. So why do I feel a little hurt?
"I won't leave," I say without thinking. That's not a promise I should be making.