His Desire (10 page)

Kylie closed her eyes and tried not to think about his lips, moving along her stomach. He was playing with her tattoo.

“I love this, you know? Look at me, Kylie. I want to see your reaction.”

“I can’t. Not and hold out. I want you inside me, Aaron. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

She met his eyes, saw the slight disappointment, and knew that he’d been looking forward to exploring her body with touch and taste. Too bad. She couldn’t wait any longer. Aaron unzipped his pants and stepped free of them along with the boxers before taking her back into his arms.

“All right, we’ll do it your way this time. But only because I love that you’re as desperate as me. But don’t close your eyes. Look at me Kylie.” Aaron parted her legs with his body and with one strong thrust he slid inside her body.

For a moment, time stood still. Their eyes locked, their breath driving away with the joining of their bodies to each other.

Kyle saw him hesitate. He was looking at her as if he’d never seen her before. Aaron didn’t move. His body was still within hers. He lifted a finger and brushed something from her face in wonderment.

“You’re crying?” he asked in amazement. “Did I hurt you?” This wasn’t the Aaron she knew. This man looking at her so tenderly almost made her believe this was more than just sex.

Kylie couldn’t speak. She didn’t even know why she was crying. She only shook her head.

“Please, Aaron. If you don’t make love to me I think I will just melt away into a million little pieces.”

He shook his head but then he moved slowly within her. Kylie moaned as his lips took hers once more; his tongue matching the rhythm of his body.

Slowly, he thrust deeper, harder. She tilted her hips to meet his thrusts. She felt him groan against her lips and then he slid into her over and over again.

He was close. She was closer. She arched closer to him as the force of her climax exploded. Her muscles tightened around him. With another deep thrust came another ragged groan, he filled her. Fulfilled her, just before, he collapsed on top of her.

“That was intense. No, that was beyond intense. That was amazing. Out of this world. Unbelievable,” Aaron said in a voice that wasn’t recognizable as Aaron.

Kylie slowly found her bearings again. The world around them at least stopped spinning enough for her to recognize that Aaron was still inside of her. She didn’t want him to ever leave her again.

He looked down at her as if he’d never seen her before. “Your eyes are that color again. I love that color.” He kissed her long and hard. Kylie returned his kiss. She couldn’t get enough of tasting him. She felt his body responding again to their closeness. She shivered, her muscles contracted around him as he begin to move again within her. It was even better than before. It was one long, sensual climax. He collapsed once more on top of her and she was crying. Actually crying with reaction to emotions she’d never felt before with a man.

“My God, that’s never happened before,” he whispered against her throat, kissing her there. “Has it with you?”

She could only shake her head. Words just wouldn’t come.

Aaron rolled over on his back and took her with him. Aaron slowly slid out of her, before gathering her close. “I think we’d better play it safe. Otherwise, someone’s going to find our dead bodies in a very compromising position in a few days. I can only imagine their reaction.”

She didn’t speak. Kylie didn’t even think she could form words together at that point.

“Are you okay? You’re crying again.”

She tried to answer him. Tried to reassure him that she was fine but all that she could do was cry harder.

Aaron held her close and whispered reassuring words against her ear until she had no more tears left.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you? Please tell me that I didn’t?”

“No, I’m okay. I guess. It was. I’ve never felt like that before.” She watched the concern in his eyes disappear. He smiled down at her.

“Me either. A first for both of us.”

“Yes.”

“You know, you can call this whatever you want, baby. If it makes it easier to accept for you to call it friendship, then that’s okay. We both know there’s more between us than that. But I can accept that you need to take things slow. If it makes you happy to call this friendship, then who am I to argue?

Just as long as you only have this type of friendship with me.”

Kylie couldn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Aaron had seen the only answer he needed in her eyes.

* * * *

She looked around the unfamiliar bedroom and remembered. She was in Aaron’s house. She’d just spent the most amazing night making love with Aaron.

She was alone. She looked around the room and realized that Aaron had told her he was leaving this morning. This morning? The light streaming through the window told her that it was late morning. She glanced at her watch. It was almost lunch.

Sarah would be going crazy by now. “Oh, God.” Kylie ignored the ringing phone and showered. She found her clothes tossed all over the room and wondered what Sarah would say when she saw her wearing the same clothes from the night before.

She didn’t want to face Sarah’s I told you so expression just yet. Kylie couldn’t look at the bed. She decided changing the sheet could wait. She needed coffee. In the kitchen, she found that Aaron had left the pot going.

Beneath a waiting mug was a note and a couple of keys. The house key. And a spare key to the Range Rover. She was moving in with him. She read the note.

I hate that I’m always leaving you after we make love. Maybe we need to talk about that. I’ve left the spare key to the house and to the Rover. I took a cab to the airport, use the Rover today and whenever you like. Move in whenever you want. If you need help, call Sam. He’ll give you a hard time, but he knows that you’re moving in. I’ll call you later. Please don’t run away from me Kylie. Aaron.

She smiled at his consideration. But she wouldn’t call his high school friend.

Most of the furniture was Mariah’s anyway. She only had a few personal things and her clothing. Kylie wondered what he would say if he knew how much she didn’t want to run away from him.

Her cell phone rang again. But she wasn’t ready to talk about it just yet.

Kylie turned off the coffee, put the spare key on her key ring, and decided it was time to get Sarah’s questions over with.

* * * *

Kylie had tried to put some respect to her appearance on the drive over to the store but she didn’t carry any makeup with her and there was nothing she could do about that freshly…

She’d stopped for coffee. She needed all the help she could get to face the inevitable but there wasn’t anything pressing this morning. In spite of what she’d told Aaron the day before.

“I’m sorry. I overslept. What’s going on?” Kylie stopped as Sarah rolled her eyes when the phone rang.

Kylie stood half way to the cookie counter and listened to the strange one-sided conversation. She was even more confused when Sarah didn’t pick up on the fact that her top was on backwards. Shit.

“Have you seen this?” She told Kylie holding up a copy of the Austin American Statesman. Kylie could only shake her head. Aaron had gotten the paper delivered to his front door but she hadn’t thought about reading it.

She could barely focus on driving much less read about the state of the world around her.

“You made the cover of the Statesman,” Sarah exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of her.

“What? How did they find out about this?”

“Are you kidding, your picture’s in the paper. You’re big news. You’re the latest fad.”

Kylie swallowed with difficulty. Suddenly she was finding it hard to breathe.

How could the paper have found out about the night she’d just spent with Aaron? She’d just spent it with him. And more importantly why would the news of it make the front-page of the Statesman?

“Who told them about it?” she asked and saw Sarah’s eyes narrow as they traveled over her backwards top. And then it dawned on her.

“Oh my God! You spent the night with Aaron!” She all but shouted as the phone rang again. “You did, didn’t you? Oh my God, tell me everything,” she exclaimed, ignoring the phone.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” Kylie wondered what had come over her friend.

“No!” Sarah said as if she’d lost her mind. Let the machine get it. It’s been ringing off the hook all morning. Since the news is out about you.”

“How did the paper find out?” Kylie closed her eyes while trying to run damage control through her mind.

“Apparently you’re the toast of New York. The article has gone nation wide.

This is great.”

“What?” At that point, Kylie caught a glimpse of the cover. She took the paper from Sarah’s hands without answering. At the top of the page, the headline read:

Your Every Desire fulfills this New York critic's every desire…

“Oh my God.” Kylie stared back at a picture of herself, unaware of the camera, looking almost invitingly at someone. In the frame next to her picture was one of Sarah.

“Where did they get this picture?” She asked.

“Does it matter? This is great. You look hot. This will put us on the map big time.”

At that moment, it dawned on her that this had nothing to do with Aaron.

She felt the awful color creep into her cheeks as that same truth dawned on Sarah.

“Oh, no. You didn’t? You did? No, Kylie, you idiot, the article is about the shop. More importantly, it’s about your secret chocolate chip cookie recipe,

'Your Every Desire'. This New York critic apparently went crazy over them.”

“Just a minute.” Kylie sank down into her favorite chair and started scanning through the article before reading it aloud.

“Ms. Monroe has a tempting little hit on her hands in the form of ‘Your Every Desire.’ Her secret cookie recipe, which this critic cannot even begin to unravel, is almost as alluring as its creator. Kylie Monroe, along with her associate, Sarah Evans, are two reasons why they say things are hotter in Texas…"

The cookie in question had come about by accident. Kylie had been finishing a batch of her chocolate chip cookies late one night when she’d decided to get creative. Late at night was usually when her best creations had come about. The result was a mixture of chocolate chips, Texas Native pecans and her secret ingredient that nobody knew. Not even Sarah. In spite of all of the attempts by Sarah to find out the ingredients.

The following morning after Sarah had dubbed it almost as good as sex, Kylie had jokingly called it Your Every Desire. Sarah had run with the idea.

The cookie had become the trademark of the store. They were delicious. And a top seller, but she’d never imagined they’d catch this much attention.

“Do you even remember this guy?” she asked Sarah who only shook her head.

“No, but apparently you made quite an impression on him.”

Kylie stopped reading. “I’m not the only one. He makes us sound like…”

“Yeah. Isn’t it wonderful? We’re hot.” Kylie shook her head. Trust Sarah to like this type of publicity. She glanced back at the paper and continued reading.

“The luscious Sarah is as hot as a Texas summer.” She looked up and caught Sarah’s smile. “But it’s the illusively, sultry Miss Monroe that steals the show. Like her cookie, she’s sweet on the outside, but don’t be fooled by all that innocence. Nobody with eyes that color is all innocence itself. I have a feeling Kylie Monroe can be tempting to a man’s heart as she is to his stomach given half a chance. There are definitely two women living in that very attractive body.”

“What’s this article supposed to be about?” It sounded like an advertisement you’d find in a guy’s magazine.

“Who cares? It’s bringing in tons of business. The phone is going crazy.

Everyone wants to know if we have a website. But I don’t want to talk about the article anymore. I want to hear about you and Aaron.”

She threw Sarah a look. That was the last thing she wanted to talk about with Sarah. As Kylie continued to read, she remembered Mariah mentioning a write up in a ‘little New York rag’ about the store. At the time she’d been too worried about Mariah’s reaction to finding out she’d slept with Aaron to put much question into it.

“Your Every Desire is worth braving the Texas heat. This little, out-of-the-way shop was an oasis to this critic right from the start. From its smoldering little name, to its ‘come hither’ lovely, leading ladies, to its secret recipe that I’d do just about anything to discover, Your Every Desire is destined to fulfill

.”

“Oh my God. This is terrible.”

“Terrible? This is great. You can’t buy publicity this good. Just ask your boyfriend,” Sarah added with a grin.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Are you serious? People are actually interested in this dribble?”

“This is going to be big for us. I don’t even mind playing second fiddle to you.” She added with a smile before rolling her eyes as the phone rang again. “Here we go again. Hang on. And don’t think this lets you off the hook. I want to talk about last night.” She threw her best intimidating a look back over her shoulder.

“Where did they get this picture of me?” Kylie squinted at the grainy photo that framed her from the waist up in some filmy blouse that showed a little too much of her. Her hair looked like she’d just climbed out of bed.

“I know isn’t it great?” Sarah came back and took the paper from her. “I’m so glad they didn’t use the old one that the Statesman ran a few months back. This one’s much sexier. Mine looks great as well”

Kylie closed her eyes. “I think that was kind of the point. Now we’re going to have all sorts of perverts stopping by.”

“Like it or not babe, sex sells. This is a good thing. Oh, before I forget, Aaron called for you earlier. Said to tell you to stop dodging his calls.”

“He did? When?” Kylie forgot all about the article. Aaron would be in Oklahoma by now.

“Yes, about five minutes before you came in. He said he’d call you later.”