Impossible Love: An Unforeseen Destiny Novel Book One (24 page)

“God, I want you so bad.”

“I’m yours,” she croaks. “Take me.”

My dick tightens further from her deep, throaty tone that drips with need.

“Fuck. I need to taste you again.”

The desperate whimper beside my ear fuels my drive. My fingers dive straight to her bodice and fumble with the tiny buttons that extend along the front of her dress.

God, these things are like a chastity belt‌—‌impossible.

With a low grunt, I tear the remaining fastened ones open and ignore the ripping material sound as I cup my hand around the exposed mound of flesh. My mouth soon follows with my tongue extending to flick her nipple. Unable to resist, I gently bite until it hardens into a tantalizing peak.

The sweetest sound escapes Kayla’s mouth as her back arches and gives me full access to her breast. My hands slip to her waist, and I inch her dress up until I can pull it over her head. Quickly tossing the material on the floor, I suck in a breath. Backed against the entry wall in nothing but white lace underwear, Kayla looks perfect. I could buy the most exquisite piece of art, but nothing would ever compare to the artistry of her nearly naked body.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Her eyes narrow as a look of hunger crosses that gorgeous face. My cock pulsates with the excitement of being the appetizer.
Who would have thought hidden beneath this shy exterior was such a seductive temptress?
She reaches out and lifts my T-shirt over my head, finally getting what she wants. The shirt lands somewhere on the floor, but I don’t notice where. I’m too distracted by Kayla’s hands running along my abs. Her hand dips to the front of my shorts and rubs my cock. Those seductive eyes glance up at me, and I’m done.
I grab hold of Kayla’s hand and pull her to the bedroom.

“Babe, I’d like to flip you around, pin you to the wall, and take you from behind, but you deserve more than that right now.”

I chuckle at Kayla’s gasp. But I’m afraid the shock factor is on me‌—‌she doesn’t seem offended. If anything, the visible shiver that rifles through her reveals how much she’s turned on. I won’t cave to that desire, though. Oh, no. Our last night will mean more to her than a quick fuck.

We step through my bedroom doorway, and Kayla yelps as I sweep her into my arms, cradling her like a baby.

“Put me down,” she says, laughing and bringing her arms around my neck.

“Gladly,” I murmur and lower my lips to hers as I edge toward the bed. I could kiss her all night.

Lost in the taste of her mouth, I misjudge the distance, and we crash on top of the bed. Kayla lands with an “oomph,” but quickly props herself up on her elbows. The wanton look as she stares up at me steals my breath. I stand back and drink in the sight of her willing and waiting in my bed for the last time. My throat closes off as the tightness returns to my chest. I swallow past the pain, pulling the condoms out of my pocket, and toss them on the bed.

A small smile forms on Kayla’s lips as she glances at the three condom packets. She raises an eyebrow. “Feeling lucky?”

“Maybe so.” I slip my shorts and underwear off in one fluid movement.

Her smile is replaced by a longing desire as she eyes my cock. She sucks in her bottom lip, and either intentional or not, her legs spread open.

Message received
.

I crawl back on the bed, and my mouth is drawn to her flat stomach. She squirms from the small kisses I plant on her navel before working my way south. My fingers peel her soaked panties off, and I breathe in her delicious scent. God, there’s nothing better. Her fully exposed clit brings a pleasurable shiver that jolts through my body, and I can’t hold back anymore. My tongue circles her clit, and the sensual sound she moans twists my heart. Kayla’s back arches off the mattress, and I plunge my tongue inside her opening, tasting those succulent juices I’ve been craving. My tongue licks its way up her slit, which elicits another sweet sound.

I grin against her folds. “Is this what you want, babe?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

I chuckle and rejoin my tongue to her now swollen nub. As my finger slips inside her warm channel, my cock pulsates in protest.
Jealous thing, you’ll have your turn.
This moment is all for Kayla.

My tongue and finger work together, and it doesn’t take long until she shudders beneath my mouth, her fist clutching the sheets. Damn, I like making her come.

She tries to even her breathing, and I take advantage of the pause to place the condom on and then climb back on top of her.

Half-lidded eyes stare back, and I can tell my shy girl wants more. I nestle in between her thighs, the head of my cock at her entrance. Her eyes close as she bites her bottom lip.

“Look at me,” I say huskily.

As soon as her eyes open, I press into her. She gasps, snapping her eyes shut again.

“Look at me,” I demand, slowly withdrawing. Her eyes flutter back open, and I thrust forward. Pleasure surges through her hazy gaze.

“I want to see”‌—‌I withdraw and plunge forward again‌—‌“how I make you feel”‌—‌withdraw and thrust forward‌—‌“as I fill you.”

A soft whimper emits from her lips as her eyes darken with more lust.
Fuck, she feels good
. I want this moment to last forever, but the warmth surrounding my cock is too much. I work back and forth, taking my time while holding Kayla’s gaze. It reminds me of our first time together. If I was being honest with myself, it was the first time I knew I loved her. She had me from the beginning.

The longing in her stare grows deeper with each plunge, and my heart swells a little more. I’ve never reached this level of intimacy with anyone, and I’m afraid I never will again. I love this girl, and the look in her eyes tells me it’s returned. But I can’t admit any of this to her. It will completely break us.

Her insides clench tighter around my dick, and I know she won’t take long to unravel.

“Kai…” She groans, pressing her hips against mine.

I pick up my pace, the built up pressure close to releasing.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Faster. I need faster.”

I comply, increasing my pace, giving her what she wants. I’ll give this girl anything. If she asks me to move four thousand miles to be with her, I will. Kayla owns me. She just doesn’t know it.

When she screams my name upon her release, I follow and collapse beside her. The emotions swirling through me is overwhelming. I grab hold of Kayla, and her body molds against mine with my arms wrapped around her.

“I don’t ever want to let you go,” I say, my voice laden with emotion.

She snuggles tightly against me. “I know. Me either.”

We lay next to each other‌—‌her tucked beside me, head resting on my chest‌—‌while our minds wander to places neither one of us wants to admit.

“Stay the night?” I ask, half begging, half hoping.

“I wish I could.” She twists her head to look at me. “I want to remain like this forever.”

I squeeze her tighter and plant a kiss on top of her head. She has no clue how much I’d like that. We remain this way until the unspeakable hour approaches, and we reluctantly move to get dressed.

I hold her hand in mine as I drive back to her condo. Every once in a while, my emotions get the best of me, and I bring her knuckles up to my lips. But we both remain quiet. Conversation is rather moot at this point. I mean, what can be added that hasn’t been said already? I think we’re beyond small talk.

We arrive at her condo, and I glance over at her. Her tousled hair and swollen lips inflict a sense of pride knowing I gave her that look. And even though my T-shirt engulfs her, I fucking love the fact she’s wearing it, despite the guilt.

“Sorry about your dress. I guess I owe you a new one.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The soft smile that accompanies her tender voice brings a pang of sadness. I am going to miss her.

I open the passenger door and help her out. The slow, ragged breath she exhales awakens my defenses, and I want nothing more than to protect her. But the only danger imposed on her right now is me.

Caving to my temptations, I pull Kayla against me. My hands cup her face, and I stare one last time into those expressive eyes.

“Kai—”

My lips cover hers, interrupting what I can only guess is a goodbye. I’m not ready to let go. Not yet. Instead, I focus all my attention to Kayla. I devour that sweet mouth and pour every bit of emotion I can into that kiss for one last time. When we break for air, the dazed look in her eyes brings a sense of satisfaction.

Just tell her you love her.

I study those eyes staring back at me and open my mouth to speak the words.

“You’ll look me up when you visit your dad?” I say instead.

“S-sure,” she stammers. “But we both know, it won’t be the same.”

Tell her.

“True.” I take a calming breath to try and ease my racing heart. “But I’ll still want to see you.”

She nods but averts her eyes. Shit. This really is the last time I’ll see her.

My chest compresses, it’s so fucking tight.

“Goodbye, Kai,” she says and walks away.

As she reaches the stairs, I yell in desperation, “Kayla!”

She turns, her eyes shining, the small glimmer of hope rekindling.

“I…” I pause, trying to regain control over my emotions.
Tell her, now!
“Have a good life.”

The corners of her mouth rise and form a tender smile. “You too, Kai.”

With those parting words, she turns and disappears into the stairwell, taking with her my entire heart.

“I love you,” I murmur to no one.

Chapter
Thirty-Seven

Kayla~

The roaring ocean fills the void of silence between Mom and me as we stare at the incoming waves for the last time. I lean against the lanai’s railing and breathe in the salty air, desperate to clear my mind. I haven’t even left yet, and Kai haunts my thoughts. God, I miss him already.

Mom places her hand on the middle of my back, and her soothing touch is rather reassuring. Other than asking if I was ready, she hasn’t said much. Although, I’m sure she’s well aware of the pain I’m going through, having once lived it herself.

“I do appreciate this trip, despite all the drama,” I say.

I straighten and then lean into Mom’s side. She wraps her arm around my shoulder and squeezes.

“I’m sorry for everything.” She lets out a sigh. “I knew my news would be devastating enough, but I didn’t expect you to meet a boy and add to the misery. Are you guys going to keep communicating?”

“No.” I swallow past the bubble threatening to rise. I’ve cried enough this trip. I don’t need to shed any more tears. “We decided to end things. There really wouldn’t be any point to continue.”

Mom gives an understanding nod, and then squeezes my shoulders again before planting a kiss on top of my head. She backs away and opens the sliding glass door.

“Your dad is going to meet us at the airport to say goodbye.”

“Okay. I’ll get my bags in a second.” I return my focus to the ocean and try like hell to keep from wondering if Kai misses me as much as I miss him.

**~~**~~**

Kai~

The lavender scent lingers on the spare pillow, and the remnant of Kayla rips the hole in my chest wide open.
Fuck!
I nuzzle against the pillowcase and inhale deeply. Why? Because I’m a masochist. Not really. But damn, I miss her. A lot. And she hasn’t even left the island yet.

A sound crossed between a low growl and moan vibrates from my lips. This is so painful. I push off the bed and make my way to the kitchen. Food doesn’t even sound appetizing right now, but I work at noon. I need some type of fuel. Otherwise, I won’t be any good.

The cool refrigerated air does little to calm my nerves. I stare at the shelves, not seeing anything. Bypassing the food, I grab the juice, waltz over to the cabinet, and take out a cup. My hands shake as I pour the orange juice, spilling some on the countertop. I’m so goddamn angry right now. These past weeks spent with Kayla was great, and I tried not to think about how I’d feel when she leaves. I didn’t want to talk about it. It’s like I’ve been living in denial. A sense of déjà vu washes over me.

An attitude developed after my dad died. My actions got so bad that Mom insisted I talk to this therapist. The lady was nice enough, but I didn’t want to openly talk about my dad’s death, especially to a stranger. But she told me there were four, or was it five, stages of death. Denial‌—‌the first one. Yep. Check that one off the list. These past couple of weeks proved that. The second one, anger. That’s definitely where I’m at now.

I grab the dishtowel to wipe the spill, and the red color instantly makes my muscles tense. Kayla had bought this rag, stating my kitchen needed a splash of color. At the time I thought she was bat-shit crazy. My gaze shifts to the wine floor mat resting in front of my fridge with Pinot Noir in big red letters written across the top. Turns out, I’m the fucking crazy one.

Why did I let Kayla leave without knowing how much I love her? Hell, she doesn’t even know I love her, period.

I’m such a fucking asshole.

The vein on the side of my neck distends, and I swear I feel my pulse beating wildly against it. I need to calm down. Do I? Nope. On impulse, I march over and pick up the floor mat and then hurl it through the room. The mat flies into the countertop, knocking over the drink and spilling the juice everywhere. The cup shatters on the floor and sends shards of glass over the tile.

Dammit!

I grab hold of the first thing I see and fling the kitchen chair across the floor. It slides and crashes into the wall. The nice hole in the drywall snaps me back to reality. I run my fingers through my hair and rest my hand on the back of my neck, trying to even out my breathing. I grunt. It’s going to be a long fucking time before I get to the final stage, acceptance.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I whip my head to the front door, a shred of hope swelling inside.