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Kayla had always known Dean was handsome and hot and all but…had he always looked this breathtakingly sexy? Or had his sex appeal sky-rocketed overnight, in her eyes since he rocked her world? She could feel herself getting wet just by being this close to the man and that scared the shit out of her.
“He…hey Dean.” Kayla stuttered. Why the fuck was she stuttering? She never stuttered.
“You are avoiding me, Kay.” Dean’s voice was soft and oh so sexy. Kayla felt a delicious clench in her pussy despite the slight soreness.
“Wha…what?” Kayla cleared her throat and admonished herself silently to ‘man up’. ‘I haven’t been doing any such thing. Did you enjoy the meal? Nice spread wasn’t it? Are you ready to leave? I have to go and pack my stuff.” Kayla was rambling and she knew it.
“Kay, breathe,” Dean said softly, reaching for her hands. They were sweaty and shaking.
Dean watched Kayla take deep breaths and smiled tenderly at her. She was so ravishingly hot.
“Are you okay?” He asked a now calm Kayla.
“Yes.” Kayla couldn’t look Dean in the eye. She stared at a spot on his chest. “It’s always good to breathe in and out.”
“That’s not what I meant. How are you feeling after…”
“I’m fine,” Kayla stated firmly, cutting him off.
“Good to know you’re okay. We need to talk Kayla.” Dean said, wishing Kayla would look him in the eye.
“I thought we agreed to forget about it. That’s what you wanted. What is there to talk about?” Kayla asked in a shaky voice, pulling her hands out of Dean’s.
“We didn’t use protection, Kayla,” Dean whispered.
“Oh…” Kayla finally looked up at Dean, wide-eyed. It hadn’t even occurred to her that they hadn’t used any protection. How irresponsible of her. Fortunately, she was on the pill to correct her cycle so there was not going to be any surprises. That didn’t mean she shouldn’t be careful though. “I’m clean. You don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t have anything to worry about. I’m also clean. But there’s the other…”
Kayla knew exactly what had Dean worried. Of course, he wouldn’t want any unwanted surprises and wanted to make sure nothing like that was going to happen. Her chest tightened, hurt, even though she wasn’t surprised.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” Kayla said unable to hide the hurt from my voice.
God, she had the most amazing mouth, Dean thought, staring at Kayla’s mouth. Fuck! He hadn’t heard what she had just said. “Kay there’s a drug…”
“I said I’ll take care of it.” Kayla snapped. She was pissed. “I’m not going to trap you with pregnancy so you don’t have to worry Dean. I did give you my word.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“Why the fuck did you take me to your room last night?” Kayla demanded heatedly. “‘Cause I remember you saying I needed to lie…”
“You fell asleep before you could tell me which chalet was yours,” Dean said quietly.
“And…”
“And I thought I could let you sleep it off in my room as I was going back to the party anyway.” Dean shrugged. “But I totally forgot about you until I slid into bed when I got back.”
“And you couldn’t wake me up and send me back to my room?” Kayla looked incredulous.
“I tried to but…” Dean trailed off. How do you tell someone they threw themselves at you, and you lost control?
“Tell me. I really want to know.” Kayla crossed her arms under her breast and Dean swallowed, his eyes falling onto the tantalizing globes, the image of that pierced nipple vivid in his mind. “Dean?”
Dean tore his eyes away from her breasts with difficulty and looked into her eyes. “Look, you were drunk okay? And you…you had taken off your dress when I got back and…damn, those boobs…”
“Dean!”
“Sorry. You wouldn’t leave me alone Kay. I did try, really…”
“I know I asked you to…”
“Before that Kay. I guess you thought you were dreaming.”
“Oh shit!” Kayla muttered. What had she done? Did she force herself on Dean? Was that how the whole thing started?
Dean couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, watching the myriad of emotions play on Kayla’s face. “Do you dream about me often Kay?” He asked teasingly.
Kayla managed to give Dean a disgusting look which, judging by the hurt look that crossed his face, worked. Kayla wanted to gather him into his arms to wipe that look off his face but knew she couldn’t do that without given herself away.
“Hey, it was only a joke, Kayla,” Dean muttered, cringing. Did he disgust Kayla that much?
“Do I look like I’m joking here? Look, I’m sorry I…I threw myself at you. That’s never going to happen again. As for what happened, it’s forgotten. I gave my word and I always keep my word. See you around.” And with that, Kayla turned and moved briskly away, leaving a stunned Dean staring after her.
“Shit!” Dean swore, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
He understood why Kayla would get angry. Anybody would if they were asked to take drugs to prevent pregnancy after being made to promise to forget about getting fucked. But it had to be done as he didn’t know whether she had thought about the repercussions…being a newbie and all. Dean felt so out of control and he hated it. All he wanted to do when Kayla was standing in front of him was slam his mouth on hers and fuck the consequence. Kayla made his blood boil. He knew he had to get her alone and have a serious talk with her and try to smooth things out.
Dean never got the chance to talk to Kayla though. Not on the Island, not on the cruise back. She avoided him like the plague. Dean had never been more worried and confused in his life.
Shit!