The Bad Boy: #WATTYS2019

Chapter Three

Kyla

Oh, wow. Let me say it again, for emphasis—oh, fucking wow. This man, with his magic tongue, can do whatever he wants to me tonight.

I'm still reeling from my orgasm when Mason asks me if I want another dance. I do.

The band is on a break and manufactured music pumps through the speakers as we make our way back to the dance floor. It feels safe in his arms, listening to songs of my past, as we move our bodies to Kenny Rogers, Jack Johnson, and Jimmy Buffett. He holds me close, singing the lyrics into my ear, sending shivers racing across my skin.

We sway through three more songs before Mason asks if I want to head back. I'm not really ready to let go of this moment, but I say yes anyway.

Outside, the balmy breeze stokes the flame burning in me as he hails another cab, and we climb into the backseat.

As we ride through the streets of Cozumel, I look over at him, and he leans in, nipping the lobe of my ear. "I'm nowhere near done with you tonight," he rasps against the shell of my ear. "I have a new rule."

"Hope it's an easy one."

"Tomorrow, panties are optional."

I smile but feel none of this is really optional. It's something I have to do.

There's no turning back when we arrive at the hotel. I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to; I'm in too deep. And I'm doing the one thing I swore to Noel I would do...I'm living in the moment.

We're silent, communicating with glances and clandestine touches, on the elevator ride to his floor.

I don't think about any of it as he leads me down the hallway to his room. He opens the door, and before I can do or say anything, he has me pushed against the solid wood once he shuts us inside.

He kisses me, hard and hungry, like he'll die without the taste of my lips on his.

It's dark in the room, almost like it was in the hallway of that club. It's safer in the dark where you can't see the truth. Where you can hide from all the monsters. In the light is where it's truly dangerous. Where you can see all the things you don't want to accept.

My heart beats to life under his touch. My mind goes blank as he kisses me, while his hands touch everywhere they possibly can. I want him to fix everything and make it better.

I pull at his shoulders, my fingers digging into the soft material of his button-down shirt, but he breaks the kiss.

"Remove your clothes," he orders me.

Usually I'm not a take orders kind of girl, but it doesn't matter, because I'm all in. I want this man to own every part of my body.

He walks away from me, and I miss the warmth of his body so close to mine. While I lose my dress, bra, and panties, he reaches into his suitcase, producing a red silk tie in his hands.

"Are you going to tie me up?" I ask.

"Something like that." He steps behind me, positioning the tie over my eyes, and securing it in place before leading me over to the bed. I'm completely nude for him, and it doesn't take long for my self-conscious factor kicks in.

I cover my body with my arms.

"Don't do that."

My arms refuse to move. Then I feel his hands on mine.

"Let me see all of you."

I take a deep breath, remembering this trip is about trying new things, and I drop my arms, thankful I can't see him staring at me. But, I can feel his eyes burning everywhere.

"Your body is a work of art," he murmurs as he lies me on my back on the bed.

The sound of him rustling in his suitcase again has me leaning up on my elbows.

"Are you regretting this yet?" he asks before tying my hands above my head with another silk tie.

"No," I answer.

"I promise you'll love everything I do to you tonight. Just let go."

I blow out another deep breath, and nod. "Ok." Without a visual, my sense of sound is heightened and his zipper going down is unmistakable.

My nipples harden just knowing his eyes are on me.

The bed dips, and my heart rate accelerates, pumping adrenaline through my veins. My skin tingles waiting for the unknown. I've never done anything like this before in my whole life. But I want it.

He teases his hands over my thighs, stomach, breasts, everywhere and anywhere that is not my vagina.

"Please," I beg him.

"I'll touch you when I'm ready."

I thrust my hips up, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure building inside me. It's no use.

I'm at his complete mercy, soaking wet, and my ears are on full alert, listening to each and every sound. The bed dips again and I can't make out the noise. "What are you doing?"

"I promise, you're going to love this."

And then I feel a sensation against my ankle that makes me jump.

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