My Sweet Demise (Demise #1) (11 page)

“Disappointing?” He laughs as if he expected a different reaction. “Why?”

“Because you’re rich. It makes so much sense. Your daddy’s paying your bills and you don’t have to worry about money. That’s why.”

“I’m not rich yet. My father is. That isn’t fair. He pays my share of the rent. That’s it.”

I look down, unnecessarily pissed off by his reveal. “Why doesn’t he pay the entire thing?”

“Because I’m not Scott,” he grumbles. “Dad wanted me out of Tampa, so he convinced me to go to school in Jacksonville. He wanted me away from the family. The least he can do is pay my bills.”

I get the distinct feeling he isn’t telling me something. His bitter edge is far too bitter for his expression. “Who is Scott?”

“My brother,” he sneers, face pinched and fists clenched.

“Is Scott their favorite?” I guess, trying to make sense of his animosity.

“Scott can do no wrong. In fact he does wrong all of the time, but I’m the asshole for calling him out on it. My parents want me to keep my mouth shut. I guess being in Jacksonville is far enough away they don’t feel bad. The other option was New York, but Mom thought the family would talk if I left during the businesses’ growth. Going to school in preparation to work for my dad sounds better than ‘we wanted Kent as far away as possible.’”

Awkward silence settles and I’m grateful when the waitress comes to take our order. Kent and I both order and when she leaves I stare at him. He keeps checking his phone as if he’s waiting for someone to call. I’m enraged. First I learn that he’s rich and now he’d rather be talking to someone else. I’m his wing-woman. I’m not sure asking about his life is permitted, but ignoring me isn’t either.

“Setting up your couch date for tonight?”

He frowns at me. “My couch date? I’m talking to James. I asked if he wanted us to bring him some food. Are you seriously pissed that my dad has money?” He sets his phone down and clasps his hands together. “Why does that bother you?”

“You’re spoiled. I can’t stand spoiled people.”

“We weren’t always rich. And my dad gives me a grand a month to live on. That’s hardly enough to retire.”

“Let’s talk about something else.”

“You know most girls won’t leave my dick alone when they learn who my dad is. I was overloaded with pussy all summer. And here you are pissed off. Would rather talk about other things.” He shakes his head at me. “You’re turning out to be one insane wing-woman.”

“My pussy wants nothing to do with a spoiled daddy’s boy.” I sit back and glare at him. I’ve always had a thing against spoiled kids. They were such snobs in high school and they never appreciated the things they had, or better, the things they could buy. They never had empty bellies. “So don’t worry about that.”

“Raina,” he hisses, “where is this coming from?”

I look around the restaurant, avoiding his gaze. “Did your dad pay for your drinks last night?”

“Yes.”

Rage moves over me. “I’ll pay for my own lunch.”

“Raina,” he repeats harshly. “Cut it out. I’m paying for lunch. In fact I’m taking you out to breakfast tomorrow and I’m paying for that too.”

“Won’t you be too tired from the couch?”

His handsome face is a reminder that I was right. Kent has a billion dollar company he’s working toward, his father is rich, and he’s got goals in life that will happen. My life is a stop along the way for him. He’s so completely off-limits I can’t stand sitting across from him.

His eyes narrow. “Your smart mouth really wants to play with me right now?”

“My smart mouth isn’t afraid of you, Kent Nicholson.” I cross my arms over my chest and seethe.

“It should be.” He mimics my movements, crossing his own arms and sitting back in his chair. “Your mouth should be terrified.”

I’m mad at him! I reaffirm with myself. Forget the buzzing attraction between us. “Well, it isn’t.” I don’t mention he wanted to kiss me last night, but I want to. “It’s not impressed or awed by anything you do.”

“That’s it. Come here,” he orders, pushing away from the table.

“Where are you going?”

“We’re punishing that mouth right now.” He reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling me up from the table. “I’ve warned you too many times.”

“What about our food?” I try and yank free but people are looking and I don’t want to get Kent arrested. I’m not
that
mad.

“It can wait.”

I allow him to lead me toward the back, balking when we get to the bathroom. He pushes me against the wall and holds me there by putting his hands on my shoulders. “Just in case you run,” he whispers, eyes burning.

“Kent,” I whisper, losing my cool.

“What?” he asks innocently. “Not as brave as you were a second ago?” He reaches over and caresses my bottom lip with his thumb, this slow erotic movement back and forth that makes my knees week. “I can’t wait to punish this mouth. It’s been a long time coming.”

I may whimper. I’m not sure. When the bathroom door opens and the person inside leaves I look at it longingly.

He chuckles to himself as he takes my hand, leading me inside and locking the door behind him.

My bottom lip is burning from his touch and my breathing is erratic, heaving with something I’ve never felt before.

What are you doing?
I demand of myself.
Leave!

I wring my hands together as Kent approaches me. He grabs my hips and eases me backwards slowly to the sink. He slides his hands around to my ass and grips me tightly in his palms to pick me up and place me down on the countertop. I look into his eyes the entire time, unable to form coherent thoughts that do not revolve around the want between my thighs.

“Should I go easy on you?” He grips my bare thighs, slides his fingers down to my knees, and then parts my legs so he can ease between them. My arms hang uselessly at my sides. He reaches up and grasps my neck and jaw between his hands, nestling my face gently yet firmly in his grip.

The action feels so possessive and…
hot
.

How am I supposed to answer that? I can’t let him know how much I want him. It would be detrimental to my case. “I can take whatever punishment you give me.”

“Oh really?” He chuckles to himself. “Should I play along with those innocent hazel eyes or should I go with the heat I feel coming from between here?” His dark eyes become two gleaming pools as he slides his thumb along my inner thigh toward my core. He’s filthy right now. He reaches down and unzips his zipper. I refuse to look. “Get on your knees, Raina. I’m going to show you what I do with mouths this smart.”

This time I know I whimper. “Kent,” I squeak, having a sudden attack of panic. I’ve never done that before.

“That’s what I thought,” he growls. “Raina, don’t play with me. You’re not like all of those other girls so don’t try to be. The next time you use that smart mouth I’m going to make you regret it.”

How dare he tell me who I am and what I’m capable of doing? I refuse to let him think he won.

“I was going to ask if you could move so I could get on my knees. But if you’re too much of a coward…” I let it hang there and grab his waist, pulling him harder against me between my legs. Like last night, I can feel his erection through his shorts. I’m not the only one who’s affected here. I bite my lip to imprison my moan and meet his eyes boldly. Inside I’m quivering. I’ve never done this sort of thing with a guy before. I’m operating on instincts. The outcome could quite possibly blow up in my face.

The promise in his eyes makes a shiver race down my spine. “Lick your lips,” he orders gruffly.

I slowly moisten my mouth. He follows the movement. “Better?”

He nods, running his fingers over my wet lips. He presses into my bottom lip and pulls it down, earning yet another senseless whimper. “I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to kiss this smart sexy mouth so hard you’ll think twice before you ever use it again.”

Something akin to fire erupts inside of me. I grip his waist roughly as he tilts my head back. I realize as his lips come near me I want him to kiss me. I want Kent to kiss me so badly I am already moaning and he hasn’t even started yet.

He smiles right before his lips touch me. “I knew you wanted me.” And then his lips consume me.

He holds my jaw and applies a hint of pressure on my cheeks to open my mouth wider for him. His tongue slips inside immediately, and the sensation is so warm and silky in my mouth I stop thinking. For the first time in my life I am only feeling. He twists it around my tongue, earning a deep moan that rises all the way from between my legs. I arch against him and try to keep up with his lips, but he’s done this before. He’s knows what he’s doing. His lips are confident, damaging and unsympathetic as they lead me along. He kisses me so deeply the game between us is left in the dust.

I’m like a dog in heat. I claw at his shirt and give up. I don’t even know what I want. I want it. I need it. There’s a painful need between my legs that is building, deepening, urging me on as if it knows Kent Nicholson will satisfy it.

I’ve never been so out of control before. His mouth is insistent and rough. He pushes my legs apart wider with his hips and presses himself against me. On accident his erection touches me in the perfect spot and I break away from his lips to gasp. I wrap my arms around his neck and fling myself against him, and then I lose all hope of ever ignoring him again.

I grind myself against his erection, and when I connect perfectly, I hump against Kent like he’s going to feed me until I’m full. I’m desperate in his arms. I’m sure I look like I’m attacking him, clawing and digging at him, but I can’t stop myself. I find his lips again and kiss him senselessly. His scent and heat wrap around me, cranking up my body temperature until I’m burning from the inside out. I can’t stop. The idea of having to stop makes me groan against his mouth.

“Raina,” he moans. But I grab his jaw and bring his lips back down, kissing him fervently. “Raina.” He struggles to free himself. “Can I help you?” he asks, breathlessly. “I know what you want.”

Hearing him when I feel like this is my undoing. “Kent,” I plead.

“My name on your lips is fucking perfect.” With a growl, he takes my mouth, making everything south of my navel tremble. He sucks on my bottom lip as his eyes hold my desperate gaze. His hand slides between my legs and I gasp when I realize what he’s going to do. I watch him unzip my shorts. “Look me in the eye,” he orders. “I want to see your eyes.”

I give him what he wants and bite my lip nervously.

“Don’t look anywhere else. Are you nervous?”

I nod.

“Don’t be,” he whispers, as his fingers slip under my shorts and massage me through my panties.

I moan in pure pleasure. It comes from a part of me that’s been starving for this.

Yes
, I think.
That’s what I wanted.

His touch moves over me through my panties, easing between my folds and melting me into a puddle. I grind against his fingers as they create their own insistent circle. It’s like I’m being guided by a part of me I didn’t know existed. I can’t even think straight. I have no idea how loud I am, how I look, or if Kent will ever want to see me again when we’re done. All I can feel is this pleasure, this dirty unrecognizable pleasure pulsing between my legs. It feels so wrong, but so damn good.

I reach up and grip his shoulders, burying my face in his neck as something unflinchingly erotic and intense moves through me. I bite my lip and dig my nails into him as my pleasure becomes a damaging spot in front of me. I focus on that spot until I’m screaming and writhing against him. Something amazing convulses between my legs and my excitement dampens my panties as his fingers circle my clitoris through the thin fabric. I cling to him as it builds, burns, and then takes me over.

For what feels like hours my orgasm tapers off and right when I think it’s done it convulses in my belly and I squeeze Kent as hard as I can. I’m falling apart, into his black eyes, and I love every single second of my demise.

His lips connect with my mine again and this time his kiss is deeper, more sensual. I reach up and run my fingers in his hair, feeling tired and boneless as we melt against one another. His erection is impossibly harder, pushing against my sensitive spot like an arrow searching for its target. I open my legs even wider for him, wanting to give that to him, but he breaks our kiss to growl when he presses against me.

He braces himself against the counter and attempts to calm himself. “Get down, zip your shorts back up, and go back to the table. I’ll be out in a minute.” He moves aside so I can move.

My legs feel like rubber when I land on them. My head is spinning. I can’t believe what we did, yet at the same time I refuse to forget it. I self-consciously zip up my shorts and look at him. “Kent,” I begin.

But he shakes his head. “Go, Raina. I’ll be out there soon.”

I reach for the door handle and exit the bathroom, feeling rubbery and confused. The sounds of the restaurant come hurtling back to me. When I go back to our table our soup still hasn’t arrived. We weren’t in there as long as I thought. I sit down numbly and try to wipe the smile from my face. My common sense is pissed off at me. My hormones are dancing in the street. The two emotions clash, both heightening how I feel and downing it at the same time.