Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (5 page)

I took a few bites of my dish, first trying the lasagna and then the chicken parmesan. Both were divine. “I can’t believe I never knew about this place. The food is delicious.”

“Glad you like it. So, it’s a step up from the hot dog cart then?” He twirled several strings of fettuccini onto his fork and ate it.

I had to smile. He had a certain charm to him. He was cocky and arrogant, but at the same time I was drawn to him, and it wasn’t because of his look or the chemistry I felt sizzling between us. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something, something I’d never felt before. I didn’t have a choice. I needed to know more about him and figure out what made him tick. In truth, I didn’t just want to know, I needed to know.

Chapter 5

“Okay, come on and tell it to me truthfully,” I said to Kyle as we entered his apartment. The original plan was to make him work for it for a few dates, but who was I kidding? I wanted his dick, and I wanted it tonight.

“Tell you what?” he asked leading me into the living room.

“How can you afford a place like this? Trust fund baby?” I was only halfway serious. The apartment was huge and beautifully furnished, located on the top floor of the complex. Certainly not something a normal college student could afford. If I had to make a wager, I’d say the place would be setting him back at least three thousand a month. My money was on his family being financially blessed.

He laughed. “Normally women wouldn’t be so nosy. They’d just be happy I wanted to take them home.”

I laughed with him. He was such an ass, so much so it made me think it was just an act. “Well, I’m not a normal woman. Besides, it’s not nosy. It’s called getting to know you. Why should I dance around asking something I want to know?”

“Does it matter?”

I cocked a brow at him.

He shrugged, taking a drink of water. “I mean, is it really important if I’m a trust fund baby or not?”

“It is.”

“Why?”

“Because I like a man who stands on his own.”

“I assure you, while my family has been an important part of making me into the man I am today, I stand on my own.”

He led me by the hand to the sofa and sat down, pulling me down beside him. As I settled next to him, I got a faint whiff of his cologne, and I became immediately aroused. I wanted him. I’d wanted him from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him, and I fully intended to have my itch scratched tonight. I also hoped that by fucking him, he’d let down his guard a little, and it would be easier to figure him out. Then I would know,
 
were my primal needs clouding my mind, or was he indeed hard to figure out? A no lose situation really.

“So you worked for your father then?”

“Worked. Work. I guess you could say I’m a bit of a freelancer, especially now that I’m here and taking classes.”

“But if you were making enough money to pay for this, why more education?”

“Because knowledge is power, and in my profession, psychology plays a very important role.”

I forced the smile to remain on my lips as I stared deep into his mesmerizing blue eyes. While I wanted to pursue the line of questioning, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to get me too far tonight.

He brushed the side of my cheek with his index finger. It was a simple touch, but it sent a shiver through me. Damn, it felt good and sparked something in me that hadn’t been ignited in way too long.

Kyle’s hand slipped to the back of my head, his hand fisting my hair. Suddenly, his hand jerked my head back, and I gasped, my eyelids flying open. “Kyle!” I cried out, both startled and immediately aroused by the sudden forcefulness.

His lips came crashing down on mine, claiming me. Grabbing the front of his button down shirt, I fell backwards onto the sofa, pulling him down onto me. Kyle settled between my legs as I slipped my arms around his neck.

Squirming under him, I aligned myself so his hardening dick rubbed against my pelvis. I moaned against his lips as our kiss deepened, his tongue slipping between my lips and searching out mine. My fingers tightened into the material at the back of his shirt as our tongues touched, and a surge of pleasure rushed through me.

Pulling his lips from mine, I whimpered my protest as he began to run a string of kisses along the line of my jaw and down the side of my neck. The gentle nips and kisses he made down my skin increased the need within me. But I wasn’t going to have to wait long. My thirst was going to be quenched tonight.

As his lips reached my collarbone, he pulled up, bringing me with him just far enough so he could reach around my back and unzip my dress. The bodice of the dress loosened, and he pushed it down exposing my naked breasts.

“Do you want me, Rebecca?” he asked looking up and into my eyes as he lowered me back onto the brown leather sofa.

“Yesss,” I gasped.

Kyle smiled that cocky smile of his that I both loved and hated, and then dipped his head, his lips planting light kisses across my chest. When he reached my breasts, he used the tip of his tongue to begin circling the circumference, moving inward until he reached my nipple. He flicked it with his tongue, causing me to gasp. Then he pulled the peak into his mouth, nipping just hard enough to send a surge of pleasure and pain through me. I loved it. Once my first nipple was rock solid, he moved onto the other. Releasing my second one, he kissed the center of my chest and then pulled back, moving down the length of my body.

As he moved lower, he pushed up the skirt of my dress, exposing my red lace thong. Bending, Kyle kissed my inner thigh just above the knee. My heart rate accelerated the closer he got to the apex between my legs. Reaching my mound, he placed a kiss between my legs over the lace, which was already beginning become saturated with the evidence of my need.

I gasped, my hands grabbing onto his shoulders, my fingers digging in.

“Tell me what you want from me, Rebecca.”

“I want you to make me come with your mouth.” I opened my eyes just as he lifted his head, and our gazes locked. The look in his eyes was full of feral need, so intense I nearly came just staring down at him.

Suddenly, he grabbed the delicate material at the waistband on each thigh and gave it a vicious yank, tearing my panties from me. A shudder vibrated through my body as the cool air teased my pussy.

“Tell me again. Tell me how you want it.”

Propping my elbows behind me, I watched him. “I want you spreading my lips and sucking my clit into your mouth.”

He smiled. “Your wish…” Spreading my pussy lips, Kyle ran his tongue along the length of my slit, licking up my juices and making me tremble in need. As he reached my clit, he flicked it with his tongue, sending a surge of pleasure through me. I bucked against his mouth, my hands turning into tight fists.

“And?” he asked, as he slipped a couple of fingers into my core and began stroking my inner wall.

“I want your tongue in me,” I managed to say through clenched teeth.

“That so?” His fingers continued their torture.

“Uh-huh.” I was rapidly coming to the point of orgasm, his fingers playing me unlike any man had ever done before him. I bucked a little harder. “I want more. I want your cock!”

“No.”

I groaned out loud my displeasure of his response. “Please.”

He removed his fingers from me and dipped his head, running his tongue along the length of my slit, over and over, stopping for just a moment to tease my swollen clit. The tremors racing through me increased with each pass. Just as I was about to come, he stopped, and I was left in limbo right at that torturous moment where you’re not sure if you’re going to come or lose that blissful moment. But then he thrust his tongue deep within me, and I exploded into his mouth, screaming out, then flopping back onto the sofa and closing my eyes in an attempt to catch my breath.

Opening my eyes, I saw him looking down at me, and that cocky grin was back on his face. Grabbing the front of his shirt, I attempted to pull him down to me, but he refused, his smile widening. Frowning, I gave him a questioning stare.

“I think it’s time to get you home.”

Okay, this didn’t make much sense to me. He was just going to eat me out and then send me home? What man does that? I’m nearly naked, trembling with him between my legs, and he’s going to turn me down?

I looked down at his crotch. He was hard.

“But don’t…?”

“Another time. I don’t want you to think I just want you for sex.”

Maybe some women would be flattered, but I wasn’t. I wanted him to fuck me, and he was rejecting me. It wasn’t chivalry. It was a game. Plain and simple. “Another time?” Really? Sitting up, I began to fix my dress, pulling the skirt down and zipping the bodice back up.

“Yeah. That way you have something to come back for.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shot him a
you have gotta be kidding me
look. Sitting back, Kyle straightened his clothing, pretending to have not seen the daggers I was shooting him with my eyes.

I mulled it over a moment, nibbling on my lower lip. The bugger had me. I couldn’t say a damned thing.
 
If I pressed, I’d look needy. It would turn the tables from him wanting me to me begging for him. No way in hell.

Forcing a smile onto my face, I straightened my back and nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.” Looking down at my watch, I faked a yawn. “I’m getting a little sleepy anyhow. So, maybe it’s best if I head home for the night.”

Kyle caught my gaze, and I could see a little confusion in his eyes. Good. I gave myself a mental pat on the back. If we were going to play this game, then he had better prepare himself for a humiliating defeat.

~*~ TT ~*~

“How’d it go?” Vanessa asked, a wide grin spreading across her lips. She put her textbook aside and focused her attention on me as I opened the door and stepped into our dorm room.

“Usual stuff. Nothing too exciting.” I really wasn’t in the mood to inform my roommate I’d offered myself to him and been rejected. Sure he’d eaten me out, but that was simply to suck me in so I’d fall head over heels for him. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew how the game was played – especially when played with men like Kyle.

“Nothing too exciting?” She sat up fully on the bed and crossed her legs.

She was eager for information, so anxious it made it even more fun for me to keep the night’s events to myself. “Nope.” Closing the door behind me, I proceeded into the room and tossed my red velvet clutch purse on my desk at the foot at my bed and began unzipping the back of my dress.

“Oh come on, Rebecca. Don’t be like this, I tell you all about my dates.”

Not that I ask her to
, I said to myself. “There’s really nothing to tell. We went to dinner at a little Italian restaurant I hadn’t heard of before.”