Destined Our Unexpected Love (18+/BWWM) ( Final Chapters Coming Soon)Completed ✅

Chapter.52 SECRETS/NEW BEGININGS(PT.2)

⚠️ WARNING VERY LONG CHAPTER ⚠️

  ⚠️ KAYLA AND MICHAEL ⬆️💕🌹⚠️

When Lori dropped Kayla back off at Michael's, she walked in and found him lounging casually against the counter in his Dress Blues. He looked so damn fine right then, that if the Navy put this exact freeze frame on their brochures, they'd have all kinds of women wanting to join.

She didn't know how the hell he managed to do it, but already, she felt a slight tingling between her damn legs. A quick jolt to her pussy, by just staring at him.

Michael drank in the sight of her body. She was wearing a white strapless shirt or tube top, or whatever they were called and a pair of really short denim shorts. Really short. His gaze finally made its way back to her face. She had her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and had yet to remove herself from the door entrance.

Kayla watched as he lifted his hand and flexed his finger for her to come to him. And of course, she did. She walked over to him and he stared down at her. She realized she was much shorter than him, but wearing her flat white flip flops, she felt that he towered over her. And being this close to him, he smelled heavenly wearing his Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue. Oh, it must be pheromones or something, because she was ready to rip his clothes off.

Michael took in her wide seductive eyes and kissed her tender mouth. He then slowly turned her around and lightly pushed her back down, so that she was bending over in front of him.

"Hmm," was all Kayla heard him say. What? Did he not think her ass looked good anymore? She tried to rise up, but he held her down firmly.

"So, this is the image that people will have in their head if you drop your keys or something," he said, finally letting her up.

Kayla spun around and nervously laughed, while Michael's expression remained flat.

"MT, they're not that short," she said.

"Right," Michael said, scanning over her delicious curves again.

Kayla always felt naked when he looked at her like that. The way he would survey her body and lick his lips, like she were a tasty dish.

"These are the same type of shorts you used to parade around in front of me with, and I knew what I was thinking then, and I know what guys are thinking now," he said, pulling her closer to him and seizing her ass.

"Well, speaking of dress code, why are you in your dress uniform?" Kayla asked.

"Because Miss Jackson, you made a deal with me. Get your pretty little ass dressed, we're going on our official date," Michael said, while smacking her bottom.

Kayla jumped. "Date, what date?"

"For teaching you how to fight, remember. Now move your fine ass, before I forget about the date, and have you on this floor in ten seconds."

Kayla giggled and stood up on her tip toes and wrapped her hands around his neck. She kissed his lips, while she pushed her entire body into his. Then she quickly turned and sprinted down the hallway and into the bedroom.

She opened his closet and smiled to see her articles of clothing hanging next to his. She pulled out three summer dresses. One was black with a plunging neckline and angled cut at the bottom. About knee length. The white one was strapless, with a little blue flower at the bust. Maybe not dressy enough? And then there was the red dress. It had thin spaghetti straps and was short.