A Safe Surrender: A Donnelley Brother's Novel (Donnelley Brothers Book 2) (14 page)

Looking back at Kyle, my heart was pounding in my chest and I thanked the heavens above that the rest of the group had started picking on Collin for his Casanova ways. They weren’t paying much attention to us. I hugged the blanket for bravery. “We could share the chair - if you want?”

Kyle’s head tipped forward as his eyes tried to catch and hold mine. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Why not?”

“I didn’t think you would be comfortable with that.”

“I’m very comfortable with you, Kyle. You know that.” I replied softly.

He swallowed. “Sure.” I watched him sit in the chair, looking up at me as I stood, awkwardly for a moment, before lowering myself onto his lap.

Kyle’s hand slipped around my stomach, pulling me tight to his chest as I fixed the blanket around us. His legs were spread on either side of mine and I wiggled back a bit, trying to get closer to him. He was warm.

Kyle hissed in a breath and I knew, by the hard bulge at my back, that he was aroused. I wiggled again and he tipped his head, his lips close to my ear. “Are you trying to do that?”

Innocently, I blinked back at him. “Do what?”

He frowned, clearly confused and I turned back toward the fire, grinning to myself.

Kyle spoke again, his voice low. “Why didn’t you deny it?”

Now, I was confused. “Deny what?”

“Collin called you my girl,” his hands spread wide over my stomach and I fought my shiver at his dominating touch. “Why didn’t you deny it?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You do know, love.” He argued. “Please, tell me.”

Snuggling back against him again, I replied honestly. “It sounded nice.”

“It did.” Kyle nodded, his chin close to my temple. “Does that mean you’ve changed your mind?”

“About what?”

“Us - being more than friends?”

“Should we really have this conversation here?”

“I don’t see why not.” He replied matter of fact.

“It’s not private.”

“It’s private enough.” He stated. “No one’s listening.”

Hmm, private enough, huh? I feigned a mini stretch, wiggling my backside against him once again and his legs tightened around my hips. He growled, “Keep it up, sweets, and I’ll be forced to take you home.”

“Really?” I wiggled again.

“Really.” He replied, all threat.

“And what will you do to me when you get me there?” I shifted, pressing my bottom into his erection again.

“I’ll make you come.” A rush of heat bloomed in my lower belly at his words spoken so roughly, with so much desire, in my ear. “I’ve wanted you for too long, Kami, make your choice. Do you want me to take you home or not?”

Suddenly, I wasn’t so cold. “I want you to take me home.”

He nodded. “Stand up, sweets.”

I complied, watching him as he stood with me. He announced, “I’m going to take Kami home. We’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Gracie’s eyes glittered and I blushed fire engine red as I asked hesitantly. “Do you want me to take your blanket inside?”

“No, just leave it there and I’ll take it inside when I go.” She winked and I swore my face got even redder. “You two drive safe.”

Kyle nodded and I looked in every direction but at Reese. I knew what I would see in her eyes and I wasn’t ready for it. Kyle crooked his head down, his hand settling against my lower back. “I want you beneath me, Kami, in ways I’ve never wanted a woman before.”

“What ways?” I gasped, my voice barely audible over the crunching snow beneath our feet.

“Every way.” Kyle’s eyes glittered as he paused by his truck. Opening the door, he lifted me into the passenger seat. “Think about this, Kami. About what you want, because I know what I want, and now that I know you’ve been wanting me just as much, I’ll never walk away from the possibility of having you again.”

Fire tore through my veins at his words and I nodded. “I know what I want.”

“Good.” He closed the door.

Kyle drove like a demon in the night over the mountainous roads of the ranch. By the time we arrived at his house, my panties were soaking wet with desire. He hadn’t even touched me - he didn’t need to. Not with the looks he was shooting me every few seconds. My goodness, this man could melt the panties right off a woman.

Kyle killed the engine, jumping down from the truck. By the time I’d opened my door, he was there, his hands were around my waist. He lowered me to the ground, but I swung my arms up over his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck. I was so hungry for him it was unbelievable. I had never, in my life, felt this way about a man. As though if I didn’t have him, soon, I would combust.

“Kami,” my name on his lips was enough to light the courage I needed within my body to slam my lips against his. A moan sounded and I didn’t know if it was his or mine - but I didn’t care. I just needed him. I kissed him, his mouth working against mine, our tongues swirling as he climbed the steps of his porch and then the stairs to his bedroom. All the while, I held on tight, my legs wrapped around his waist.

Kyle stumbled across the floor, dropping me to his bed. I listened as he kicked off his shoes before pulling mine off, allowing them to thud against the floor. Then he was over me again. His lips on mine were rough with need as he sucked my lower lip into his mouth before nipping with his teeth. A low moan sounded from deep in my throat as I tugged on his shoulders, pleading silently for his body pressed against mine. When he climbed up my body, lowering himself over me, his weight sparked a thousand explosions of desire through my every vein.

“I want,” I gasped through his kisses.

“What?” He pressed kisses along the line of my jaw and down my neck before coming back up to suck my earlobe into his mouth, between his teeth. My toes curled at the sharp pleasure pulsing through my body. “What do you want?”

“You.” I whispered a plea into the breathy silence around us. “I just want you. Need you.”

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, lifting the material higher. He raised his head to watch my eyes and I knew he was looking for uncertainty in their depths. He wouldn’t find any. I had never been more certain of anything in my entire life.

“I want to feel you.” He croaked and his eyes glittered in the light of the full moon glimmering in the darkness, spilling in through the window like liquid silk. “I want to feel you naked. Beneath me.”

“I want that, too.”

Damn, did I ever want that - to be naked, beneath him. Every inch of my flesh was throbbing for him, pulsing with awareness and need. I needed him over me, on me, marking me, making me his. In the back of my mind, there was a nagging voice telling me that I was ruined. I had been ruined by a man before Kyle, who had hurt me, dominated me ruthlessly, and now I craved the idea of submission with the same shame I would crave any addiction.

Looking up into his eyes, so full of adoration, I felt panic spread through me - timely overcoming my desire. “Kyle,” I gasped, catching his hands to pull my shirt over my head quicker. I didn’t want to stop this. I didn’t want to turn him away from me again. I needed this - him. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t,”

Sensing my panic, he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me gently, lovingly. “Love, I’m not stopping.” He promised.

“I need,” I could hear the thick emotion in my voice accompanied by not only my desire, but by my panic - my fear. I knew Kyle heard it, too, because his eyes darkened and his touch turned even more gentle. He was afraid of my fear - afraid that he’d caused it. But he hadn’t. This was me - I was ruined.

“Shh, Kami,” he cooed, “Just tell me what you need, love. I’m here for you. I will never hurt you.”

“I know,” I slammed my eyes closed against my shame. “I need you to make me come, Kyle.” He hissed in a breath, but I didn’t open my eyes. “I need you to make me yours tonight, mark me, allow me to surrender to you and take me.”

“I’ll make you come, love.” He promised huskily. His fingers worked at my pants, pulling them down my legs before dropping them to the floor. I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me with so much emotion in his eyes, for a moment, I was rendered breathless. “But there’s only one way I can make you mine.”

“Then do it.” I whispered. “I want to be yours. I trust you.”

“How much?” He asked.

“Completely.” I replied without hesitation, because I did trust him - with everything - with every part of me.

I watched as Kyle hooked his fingers through the lacy strap of my panties, dragging them down my legs as I undid the clasp of my bra, tossing it to the floor. I was completely naked and he was entirely clothed, but I wasn’t insecure or uncomfortable in the least. This man, the way he looked at me with his eyes, was empowering. He made me believe with only a heated glance of his eyes, that I was beautiful.

Looking down his body, I saw his erection straining against his jeans and another clenching roar of desire pulsed through my body, aching to be satisfied.

His voice was gravelly when he spoke. “You’re so beautiful, Kami. Every inch of you makes me want to drop to my knees.” He reached behind him to tug his shirt over his head and I marveled at how wondrously crafted his body was - so perfect. “I’ve never met a woman I want to lose myself in, Kami, but I’d willingly lose myself, all of myself, in you.” His hands dropped to his jeans and my sex throbbed with hot anticipation. “In all your imperfections, despite the toxicity you believe you carry, you’re flawless.” My heart knocked in my chest, my bodily yearning and emotional hope melding together to create a bomb of sensation only seconds from detonation. His pants dropped. “You’ve been wounded, Kami, but all I want to do is heal you, build you up, and prove to you that you are perfect. Because right now, in my eyes, and every other moment before this one, all I see when I look at you, is complete perfection.”

I watched as his hands dipped into the band of his boxers, tugging them from his waist, exposing his long, thick erection. His words, accompanied by his actions, set loose a dam that had been cracking for a while. Tears burned behind my lids as emotion throbbed in my chest, climbing up my throat.

Reaching to him, I pleaded. “I need to feel you.”

Kyle stepped closer to the bed and I looked at him - really looked at him - for the first time. His broad shoulders were hard and lined with muscles I knew would only ever be used to protect me, never to harm. His chest was large and defined, the muscles complimenting his defined stomach before dipping low into a V that made my mouth water. His waist was narrow and his hips and thighs were strong. He was built well. But it was his erection I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of. It stood long and proud - its circumference was thick and throbbing. Veins travelled over the cement of his cock, and in the moonlight, the head shone with a bead of moisture - his desire. For me.

Seeing him this way, wanting, so openly and patiently, made me ache for him in a whole new way. I felt empty inside just knowing that he could fill me, so completely, with the weight of his desire, his need. The absence of him within my body was felt in every part of me and I hissed in a breath, begging, praying, for the strength to wait.

Kyle moved to hover over me, his knees moving between my spread legs. Every piece of my body awaited the feel of his - his warmth - his weight - with a readiness that bordered on painful. Lifting my hands, I placed my open palms against his chest, feeling his muscles flex as he moved. The beat of his heart thundered against my palm and I knew he was just as nervous, desiring, and frightened as me. Sliding my hands up the length of his chest, I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down toward me.

His mouth covered mine first and then I felt the tip of his erection pressing against the crease of my lips, slipping over my wet warmth. “Fuck, Kami, you’re so wet,” his words were cut off by a groan. “So hot.”

I shifted my hips against him, feeling the weight of his shaft slide against my clit and I cried out as sensation rolled through me. He had barely touched me, but I was so ready for him, so eager and prepped by his words and the sight of his body, that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I needed him. Inside me. Now.

“Kyle,” I begged. “Please.”

He shifted his hips stroking me with his length over and over again as his tongue made love to my mouth. He held himself upright with one hand as his other found my swollen breast. Strong fingers kneaded the flesh, pulling and pinching and rolling the budded nipple between his fingers. I was so wet I could hear the sound of him sliding through my moisture. I was so open and aching for him, I wanted to cry and scream and plead and moan all at the same time. My body was confused. My senses were overloaded. And I was climbing the rungs of ecstasy, unable to reach the top of the ladder.

Against his lips, I moaned. “Make me yours. Take me. Please.”

His hips rocked against mine and a new kind of excitement burned through my body at the thought of him pressing inside me - filling me - in the way only he could. I had a feeling, that no matter how long I lived, I would never find another I ached for the way I ached for Kyle.

“I’ll make you mine, Kami, under one condition.”

“What?” I breathed, arching my back as he pressed his tip against my opening. I was strung, so tight, with need that clawed at my insides, I wanted to cry and scream and sigh all at once.

“Marry me.” He spoke the words against my lips and I stiffened beneath him.

My breathing was ragged as I stared up at him in shock. “Please don’t. We can’t - I can’t.”

He pulled away, sliding his cock a safe distance away from my opening and I wanted to cry. Frustration and need clashed as emotions cultured tears that burned behind my lids. “Kami,”

“I just need you,” I choked on the words. “I need, for once, to feel something - someone love me.”

He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I do, Kami. Marry me.”

“Make me come.” I begged, my body trembling beneath his. In this moment, he was all I needed - all I wanted. I couldn’t think past the here and now. I couldn’t see tomorrow. “You promised...”

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I did.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me soulfully. His hand moved from my breast, slowly over my stomach to the tender, intimate place between my thighs. At the promise of his touch, I lifted my hips against him and he bit out a moan. “I’ll make you come, Kami, but I won’t have sex with you until you’re mine. Completely.”