Kisses
WESTLEY
MY HEART raced with anticipation of what he was about to do. I could not deny that I dreamed of kissing Clyve, and it was happening.
Clyve lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. They were incredibly soft than any man I’d kissed before. I parted my lips as an invitation. I could feel Clyve was trying hard to take it slow as he was expecting that I would push him away.
But I would never damn try even if I knew this was wrong.
I let him brush his lips against mine, teasing me, then I coaxed him to kiss him, parting more to beckon.
A guttural groan slipped from his throat. His hand cupped the back of my head. He then thrust his tongue inside my mouth, swallowing the gasp from me as I was surprised by his bold move.
Heat erupted my skin, summoning the sensations that I had not been feeling for a long time.
I found myself gripping his strong arms, sliding up to the back of his head, pulling him as if I wanted more. I pressed my thighs together as his tongue sought with mine, stroking, causing it to send an intensity of sensation down my spine.
The undeniable hunger consumed us both until a loud slammed from inside the house causing us to abruptly stop.
With wide clouded-lust eyes, Clyve stared at me in wonder. We were both breathing heavily, and none of us started to talk, but there was no awkwardness from both of us.
His breathing was still tickling my face as I pulled my thoughts back together. It didn’t help much when he stared at me as if I was his favorite ice cream in summer.
Clyve kissed me once again-it was a quick and sweet peck before he said, “You should go and check Keene. He might need something.” His voice was raspier and deeper. I knew he was turned on.
Standing up, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He was already standing when I faced him.
“Don’t say it was a mistake. You know for a fact it feels right, and I know you feel something for me, too, Westley.”
I rubbed my face when reality slapped me on my face. “You are our guest and my client now. T-that shouldn’t have happened.”
Clyve frowned. “Yeah, I thought you would say that. But why didn’t you stop me?”
Because I don’t want to.
I swallowed hard, breaking eye contact. It was not that I bruised his ego, but Clyve was sensitive when talking about rejection.
“Because I can’t. We both know that there is something between us that it’s hard for me to deny, to ignore you, and-” God! “But we can’t. I’m keeping my word in return for you helping Keene with his treatment.”
He snorted. “So, this is all but a business arrangement, huh?”
Despite the hurt in his voice did a twinge in my chest, I managed to nod just to prove my point. Absentmindedly.
“Sure thing.” That was it, Clyve stormed away.
I sauntered inside the house with not exactly in my best mind. I could still taste his kisses on my lips. The kiss was far better than I expected-it was real, amazing, and it felt like I’d known him-as if I could trust him.
“You okay?” Keene’s voice from my back startled me.
My stomach knotted, afraid to turn around that he might see the look on my face. My voice wouldn’t lie otherwise. “I’m good.”
“Where is Clyve?”
“Back to his cabin.” I walked to the kitchen.
“I’ll call him later for dinner.” And that made me freeze.
This was going to be awkward, but I was a good actress until Clyve appeared in our lives.
“I’ll just go and bring him food. He mentioned something that he has something to do tonight.” I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
When I turned to face Keene, he knew something happened back on the porch. He was trying to hide his smile, but not so hard. “What?”
“Glad to know that there is progress.” He walked away, then stopped. “And Westley.”
“What?” I asked. I’m already annoyed. Wiping my lips had slipped off my mind. Now Keene was making fun of me.
God, this was embarrassing.
“Don’t ruin this one.”
I squinted. “I’m afraid I don’t get what you mean.”
He laughed. His laugh might have triggered his lungs. He was coughing when I rushed to him.
“Are you okay?”
He did a deep breathing exercise for a few seconds. Then he raised his hand. “I-I’m okay.”
I held his arm and rubbed his back. “Let me help you to your room.”
“No. I want to sit in the living room, and I’m fine, Westley.” He smiled despite his discomfort. “Don’t change the topic. I’ve seen him a lot lately, staring at you.”
My face felt impossibly hot. “Can we not talk about it, please? Should I remind you that whatever between me and Clyve is impossible?”
“You know we have a choice, right?”
“Just stop.”
“So, are you gonna wait till I’m dead?”
I nudged him. My eyes widened with my impetuosity. “You’re not dying.”
Keene looked surprised too. I was not ready to talk about dying. Now that we had a chance, I couldn’t give up on him. I wanted him to have his life back-to have a job, to have a girlfriend, and to beat his illness, and not the other way around.
“You will get your treatment. What do you think we are doing, Keene? We’re leaving tomorrow, did you forget about that?”
He became unnaturally quiet for a moment before he spoke. “What I did was a mistake, Westley. I shouldn’t have-”
“That was my choice, too. So drop the subject, and I will do it again without a second thought. Have a seat, and let me cook something so that you can take a rest.”
“I love you, Westley. I did it because if your family won’t take you back, at least you can start with something away from them. I didn’t want my relatives to get a penny from me.”
“No one is dying!” I sucked a deep breath before I stomped away. I chose to be silent. His diagnosis and the topic of Clyve were not a good combination to talk about.
Keene followed me to the kitchen, kissing the side of my head. “Don’t hold back what you feel because of what ties between us. Follow your heart, Westley.”
“My heart says-”
“Not a word, Harry!”
* * *
I STOOD at his front door with a thunderous heartbeat. Before I could knock, it swung open as if Clyve was waiting for me behind it. He was looking hotter in his shirt and sweatpants.
“Hi.”
“Hi, yourself. Come on in. Is that my food?” He grabbed the plastic bag from my hand eagerly and smelled it.
“Yeah.” I went inside like I usually did. I could feel his heated gaze on my back as I walked toward the kitchenette. It made me feel self-conscious despite the undeniable attraction between us.
When I turned around, our gazes locked. He didn’t even try to hide the desire burning in his eyes. I was utterly losing my mind, and I felt helpless at this moment to look away as my heartbeat went wild the longer we stared at each other.
When he looked down at my lips with hooded eyes, I swallowed. We couldn’t do it again.
“Can I now prepare for your dinner?”
He didn’t respond until the silence stretched between us became awkward.
I tried hard to focus on something. I grabbed a plate from the cupboard when a shadow hovered over me. I stilled, bit my bottom lip, and shut my eyes close. My body was in a heat with needs. My heart hadn’t been in a normal beat, and it only became worse.
The last thing I knew was the feeling of his hands on my hips, his lips on my exposed shoulder, planting a kiss. “For how long are you gonna drive me insane, Westley? I have to break some rules to keep my sanity intact every time I think of you. I hope you’ll do the same.”
“Clyve.”
“Hmm.” He took the plate from my hand. A light brush made my heart seize.”I invited you in. Mum would be so proud of me if my manner towards women would impress you as well. Sit down, Westley, and let me prepare the dinner.”
“I ate.”
“So, you’ll just gonna watch me while I eat? You’ll get bored. Nothing fascinating about watching me shoving my food into my mouth.” I could feel the hint of a smile in his tone. He then forced me to face him.
“Actually, I’m not staying longer,” I said truthfully because I couldn’t. I already kissed him once. The second time we did it, it might go beyond just a kiss.
He let out a groan. “You’re driving me crazy.” So do I, dumbass.
“I just wanna ask when can we start?” I couldn’t look at him, afraid he would see the effect all over my face even though he’d already seen it the first time I stepped inside.
He sighed. “You don’t have to do it, but for the short amount of time I get to know you, you’re a stubborn woman who hates to take charity in any form.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
Maybe it wouldn’t be awkward if-
My God! For a moment, my heart seized. I cupped his face causing him to freeze, and I trapped him into a kiss.
“Good choice,” he murmured against our lips that still connected. His words sliced through my heart and we felt the same. He slid his hands down my waist, fingers pressing against my curves. He raised the edge of my shirt while he kissed me with sweet, soft, and innocent smooches.
I slid my hands down to his chest. His heartbeat was faster like mine. The moment I opened my mouth, Clyve slipped his eager tongue inside causing a moan to escape from me. I knew the very second I initiated it, that was a sound of surrender-I gave in, with no turning back, and no regrets.
Our kisses heated-hungrier and wilder, and we clung to each other. He pressed his hips into mine in a desperate move, letting me feel his huge bulge trapped in his sweatpants.
Oh, God!
His hands slid up to my back, making me arch as his touch ignited the fire inside me, ready to burst into flame. I pressed my breasts against his chest, my nipples painfully hard and aching as I desperately ground myself into him. I couldn’t go another single night thinking how good it might feel to have him.
He ripped his mouth from me, traveling his damp lips to my jaw down to my neck. I arched it, giving him full access to explore further.
“Tell me this is too much, and I’ll stop.”
“D-don’t.” What was the point of denying when my body right now was telling exactly the whole truth?
He yanked my shirt off. His look alone was melting me inside, quavering every muscle I had.
“Beautiful.” His eyes were glittering with amazement despite that I was only wearing a simple skin-toned bra-nothing that he had not seen from other women, yet the excitement made his pupils dilate.
I tentatively raised his shirt and looked him in the eyes, waiting for his consent.
“Please.” He raised his hands. “We’re on this together, right? Because once I’m inside you, there’s no turning back, Westley. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
I pushed the thought out of my head. Lust was consuming me, and I allowed my body to decide. Even though I was in the rightful mind, Clyve was harder to resist-I tried it once, twice, yet, I still failed in that task. For now, all I wanted was to give in, and maybe what I felt for him would cease once it was over. I would face the consequences of my action later-once I got what I wanted.
I traced the contour and the tiny hair sprinkled on his chest. His breathing quickened as I traveled my fingers down to his abs. Clyve was beautiful in many ways- a piece of art, and touching him was like touching one of the Renaissance.
I looked down. My mouth watered to see the tip of his unbelievably hard length poking out against the waistband of his sweatpants. He goes commando.
“Westley?”
With wide eyes, I snapped my head up. “Yeah?”
“I don’t do one-night stand or a quick fuck. Once we-”
“I know.” Oh, boy.