Once Bitten

Chapter 10

" People who wonder why gloves are so important when cleaning, have never seen your hands after a day of hardwork. All pruny and old lady like." And quite ashy, I won't add.

Kyle has spent the last few hours after lunch finding things wrong with me, and then letting me know why. As if that isn't bad enough, we still have over half the room left to clean because Kyle is such a jackbutt and won't help. What sucks is that we decided to stay a little later so we could get a little more done before we left, but to no avail.

" You know if I actually cared about what people wondered, I'd probably get alo-"

I couldn't quite finish my statement, as I suddenly felt the presence of a monster behind me, and I mean that ridiculous excuse for a human being I got stuck working with. Not the related other monster in the room that also happens to be behind me.

" Relax." Kyle says to me, running his hands up and down my sides. " I'm not saying you're ugly or repulsive, or anything synonymous with those words. You are quite beautiful. I can't even lie about that. And your anger is damn sexy, baby."

I find myself afraid to move. Kyle is so close behind me that I can feel the beginning of that wave of heat building inside me. Moving would either cause him to leave or cause him to take this further and I don't want either of those things to happen( not really). I was startled from my thoughts, when I feel his thumb brush across my lower back. And I gasp.

I always gasp. This small insignificant sound, likened to a breathless sigh, gives Kyle the incentive to kiss my neck. So, he does, and he does it really well. With my hands gripping the edge of the counter I'd been previously cleaning, I tilt my head to allow him more access.

As his hands wrap themselves around my waist, his thumbs begin a ceaseless massage on my lower back, sometimes sliding down to cup my ass. The trembling in my knees, kind of wakes me up as pain from them knocking against the cabinet doors breaks through the haze of pleasure I'm feeling.

All it takes is a moment for me to regain my common sense. I begin to turn around prepared to push him away, when before I can get a word out, he tells me no and kisses me. His kisses do so much to me. The trembling in my knees cease as we lean into each other. His hands make their way back to my waist and place me on the counter. It's all going so fast, our kisses become so feverish, I can feel him so completely against me, but it's still not enough.

With one of his hands tangled in my hair and the other glued to my skin, it should be understandable why all the fight drained out of me, as quickly as it developed. The heat is consuming my body and making me numb in every place that isn't touching him. Considering that there isn't all that much of us not touching, I feel like almost all of me is on fire.

I can't help but to pull him against me, as our becomes a fight for control. The very same way, I can't help but to gasp when I feel how big he's gotten. He breaks our Battle of the Tongues to smirk at me. Looking down into my eyes he says," This is what you do to me, and I haven't really touched you yet." Being the dimwit that I am, I pull him back down to a slow, sensual kiss.

While Kyle and I continue to explore each other's mouths, I imagine myself the feminine seductress in the novels Reese loves to read. I pull away from our kiss, with tthe idea in mind to tease him. I run my hand down his chest and peck him on the lips. Once. Twice. Three times. The fourth time I just brush my lips against his, and trail my mouth to his neck where I proceed to get payback for the hickey he gave me. It doesn't hurt that I know Mary will see it, and hopefully be furious with him. I take a moment to admire the mark I've placed on his neck, before kissing it softly.

He takes my chin in his hand and turns my face towards his. Looking at me he says," You better not have done what I think you just did.", in a low, seductive voice.