“How so?” I asked, intrigued by his interest.
“The way she trembled when you said that you and her were going to have a long conversation. There were layers of anticipation and nervousness. It’s like she’s letting out a secret, testing the waters. Give her space to play a little,” Ivan explained with a smirk.
“And that’s why I love the fuck out of the two of you,” I said.
Ivan was especially right. We had an entire weekend. If I pushed Kinsley, she’d more than likely want to go home. Having promised to take her home the minute she asked, I didn’t want to push things too hard.
While I had questions for her, they could wait. It’d be easier to observe her, let her tell us in her own way. Sometimes being patient paid off—I could only hope that’d be the case with her. With newfound determination and what I could only hope was a clearer head, I went to talk to her.
As I approached her room, I noticed the door was open. It was like a personal invitation into her world. I couldn’t resist studying her in this relaxed state. She and Sarah were lying on the bed, and their laughter filled the air. Leaning casually against the doorframe, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop.
“Let me see it,” Sarah demanded, lifting Nik’s shirt from Kinsley.
She slapped her hand away. “It’s a hickey. You’ve seen them before, I’m sure.”
My eyes caught Kinsley’s fingertips as she gently traced the contours of the area I’d marked through Nik’s T-shirt. A smile a mile wide erupted across my face as hers softened. Whether she knew it or not, she was just further driving me crazy.
Knocking on the door, I asked, “Mind if I borrow Kinsley?”
I had to bite back my laughter as she quite literally jumped off the bed. Her movements reminded me of a startled doe. A flush of color dotted her cheeks as she tugged self-consciously at the material of Nik’s T-shirt.
Then she gathered the hem and began twisting it. She had no idea that she was making matters worse for herself. Each subsequent twist and pull on the shirt only made her nipples stand out more.
Sarah shot me a mischievous wink and whispered something in Kinsley’s ear.
“Have fun,” Sarah exclaimed, closing the door.
As the soft click of the latch sounded, the room seemed to exhale, wrapping Kinsley and me in intimacy. Alone at last. My eyes drifted to the bed, and I imagined her naked on it, dripping for me. Fuck, that wasn’t going to help. Maybe coming to her room was a mistake.
Ignoring the warning bells ringing in my head, I advanced further. The quiet rustle of her movements only intensified my need for her. With a soft clearing of my throat, I broke the silence.
“Are you having a good time?”
She was nervous as all get out. I couldn’t help but notice the subtle signs. She gracefully dug her cute little toes into the plush carpet, all the while refusing to make eye contact. But then her voice rang out, and she lifted her gaze.
“Surprisingly, I am.”
The words slipped easily from her lips, and I watched in quiet fascination as that distinct pink hue crept into her cheeks. It was just one more thing she did that I couldn’t get enough of. It spoke volumes in its subtlety, betraying her inner emotions. A rush of warmth flooded through me, knowing I was the one who made her blush.
“Good, then I think we’ll call it a night. Your clothes have already been put in the closet,” I said, closing the distance even more.
Stopping in front of her, I reached for the fabric of Nik’s shirt. It was custom made, as all of ours were, and the soft cotton texture was a familiar comfort against my skin. The faint scent of my brother lingered on it, and I fought back the feral urge to rip it from her entirely. My nostrils flared as I picked up their mingled scent.
With a gentle tug, I lifted the shirt, and her breathing hitched as my fingers grazed her warm skin. Her eyes flared, and the soft sound of air being pushed from her lungs left her pretty lips.
“Alek,” she stammered.
“I want to look at it,” I breathed, hearing her sigh as she lowered her hands.
I removed the cotton material and flung it on the bed. Her eyes followed the movement, but I let mine roam her beautiful breasts. “And you should be thankful I love my brother as much as I do. If that were any other man’s shirt, I’d have to shower you to get the scent off.”
“Shower me?” she whispered as if I had spoken a language she didn’t understand.
My mark stood out dark against her creamy skin. Her nipples peaked and begged to be kissed. I cupped her right breast, taking care not to touch her nipple. I kneaded the flesh, reveling in the fullness as she hitched her breath.
“Eyes on me,” I commanded.
She met and held my gaze until mine drifted to the mark that I was actively rubbing with my thumb. A low moan came from her throat, and I leaned down to speak into her ear.
