And there was the return of the butterflies.
Butterflies that shouldn’t be there.
“Are you ready for a Ky Crawford breakfast extravaganza?”
I walked into the kitchen and stood on the other side of the island. Jesus, he knew how to put on a breakfast. Fresh juice, coffee, waffles, and eggs were waiting on the counter and the sound of bacon sizzling in the pan that Ky was tending to completed the meal.
We were soon eating in silence, and I couldn’t help the deep sigh that escaped as I dug into the fluffy eggs that he had piled high on my plate. I had never had eggs this good before. He watched me closely as I filled my plate with more eggs and under his gaze my nerves decided to kick into gear.
“How did you sleep?” His voice was spiked with something I couldn’t understand. Was it frustration? Intrigue? Suggestion? “I for one had a very enjoyable sleep.”
I swallowed the mouthful of eggs and gulped down some juice before looking at him.
“I slept fine thanks.”
He nodded and I swore to God I saw a smirk and a raised brow as he looked down at his food. He couldn’t have, could he? I shook the thought out of my head and continued eating breakfast although the feeling of him giving me looks rushed through me.
We finished up breakfast and moved into the living room. His couch looked like it was going to wrap around me in pure comfort, and I couldn’t wait to get lost in it. I watched Ky as he cleaned up the kitchen while I wrapped one of the comforters around my shoulders. The weather outside was horrendous and the rain pounding on the balcony was creating the perfect atmosphere for a day of pure laziness.
The couch dipped when he sat beside me and handed me the remote. Yet again, it was my choice of what we would watch. I flicked through the list of movies and television shows that were on and settled on Walking Dead. It was one of the shows that I had been meaning to watch but never got around to it.
“Eden Rivers you never cease to amaze me.”
We sat in silence as Walking Dead started. I sat beside him completely enthralled by the show. It was all kinds of messed up. I pulled the comforter up to my chin and my eyes stayed glued to the television.
“Shit!” I jumped and scooted closer to the side of his body. He chuckled then dropped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to his body. I felt my body freeze under his touch but then as his fingertips ran over my bare shoulder, I instantly relaxed against the warmth of his body.
“I lied to you before,” Ky deep whisper startled me.
I stilled beside him, my mind replayed our conversations as I tried to find where he could have possibly lied to me.
“I slept well until I was awoken to the feeling of you touching me.” He continued.
Oh my god. I lifted my head from his shoulder and twisted on the couch so I was facing him. I dropped my eyes to my lap and began fidgeting as embarrassment flushed through me. “I am so sorry, I thought you were sleeping. I don’t know what came over me.”
“You don’t have to apologize Eden. Please look at me.” His voice came out wickedly soft. I reluctantly raised my eyes to find him looking at me warmly. “I was sleeping but then I woke up to the softest touch imaginable and I liked it.”
“You liked it?”
“Uh, fuck yes. But please can you make sure I’m awake next time.”
“Okay.”
His deep laughter shocked me. “Babe, that was an open invitation. I am awake now. This right here is your decision though. Touch me, do what you like but you are the one in control. I have no say. You don’t want to and that’s also fine. We will go back to watching zombies and nothing will change. If you touch me then that’s your prerogative however I cannot promise I won’t want to touch you. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”
Instantly my fingertips tingled at the thought of touching his smooth skin again. I enjoyed exploring his body while he was asleep but could I do it while he was awake and watching me. His body captivated me. My hands were shaking, and I inhaled sharply as I moved toward him. His eyes darkened and licked his lips at my movement.
“I’m really nervous.” I admitted sheepishly.
I didn’t even have a chance to consider fleeing because Ky suddenly ripped the comforter off and pulled me onto his body; my legs fell to either side of his lap and I was soon straddling him. He sucked in a tight breath as I settled in his lap and for a moment I felt like I was having an out of body experience.
“Please don’t me nervous. You are in complete control. This is all you.” He whispered and I felt his hands fall to the small of my back where they rested.
“Can I take off your shirt?” I asked softly. He didn’t speak but simply nodded in response.
My hands ran up his arms and down his chest. I dropped my eyes and they followed my hands. The fleece of his hoodie provided surrealism at its best. The thought of what was underneath ignited my senses. He remained silent and stilled against me.
The moment my hands touched his warm skin and slid the hoodie from his body I shuddered against the sensation. His eyes slammed shut and his head dropped back against the couch. I took a moment to look at him while my hands rested on his stomach. His eyelashes rested on his cheeks and his lips parted as he took deep breaths. His reaction to my touch was overwhelming at best. My hands left the confines of his sculpted abdomen and with featherlike fingertips I ran up over his chest and toward his broad shoulders. His body rippled beneath my touch and finally his eyes opened and rested on mine. Eyes darkened with lust looked back at me and I felt heat swirling throughout my body. I was doing this to him, and I was beginning to love every moment of it.
Something came over me in that moment.
Need.
Want.
Desire.
“Eden.” His voice was hoarse, needy and desperate.
His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me toward his body. We were so close that I could feel his breath on my lips.
“I need to kiss you again. I can’t stop thinking about how fucking sweet you taste; my addiction to your lips is in-fucking-sane. Do you want me to kiss you? Can you handle that? This is your chance to say no Eden.”
“Yes,” I murmured and an honesty that shocked me met my words. My body on instinct moved into his, my hips pressing into his, giving him the indication that I was speaking truth.
His mouth crashed into mine instantly stealing the breath from my lungs. I gasped at the sensation of his lips on mine. My hands slid over his shoulders and wrapped around his body as he pulled me flush against his chest. His tongue licked my bottom lip so delicately compared to his hands that rushed over my body. The moment I sighed in response, his tongue slipped into my mouth and began an intense dance with mine. I had never been kissed like this. My body reacted instantly; I moved on his lap, pushing myself closer to his body, grinding my body against his, and I enjoyed the groan that escaped the confines of his chest. Our breathing combined as I desperately tried to follow his lead. He owned every moment of this kiss. I had never shared a kiss like this with anyone before. His hands rested on my hips, but the moment I felt his warm hands slide up the back of my shirt I stilled on his lap. He must have felt my sudden change because his hands soon fell back to my hips and the movement of his mouth ceased its infiltrating attack. He pulled away from my mouth and rested his forehead against mine. We were breathing heavily; my body was on fire, and I knew this had affected him just as much as me.
“Fuck!” he whispered. “You are perfection Eden. I love your mouth.”
Like a shattering storm coming from nowhere, I felt the tightness in my chest before I felt the first tears spill over my cheeks. My emotions overwhelmed me. My thoughts were contradicting themselves. One minute I was loving the feeling of his body pressed against mine, of his mouth owning me but the next I was hating that I allowing my body to be owned, dictated, and used that way. I had spent so many years hiding myself from this but here I was, in the lap of someone so unlike anyone I had ever met before, kissing him like my life depended on it and feeling a pleasure that I never thought I’d experience. This wasn’t me. This was me losing the control that I craved, that I had worked four years to obtain.