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She was mouth-wateringly exquisite. Her head rested on his chest as he stroked her back, loving the softness of her skin. Dean loved the feel of Kayla against him, her head on his chest, the way her nude body was snuggled tightly against him, the delectable curve of her body…he couldn’t stop pressing gentle kisses on her damp hair. He could get used to this, Dean thought. But instantly, panic flared through him, swelling in his chest. Could he do this? Could he get serious about Kayla and not hurt her? Could he…
“Dean?” Dean heard Kayla call his name softly.
“Yes, Kay.” Dean took a deep breath, trying to bring his erratic heartbeat under control.
“We need to talk.” She stated simply.
Even as Dean wondered whether Kayla had felt his panic, he felt his heart sinking. “What?” He whispered, looking down into beautiful green eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” Kayla said, getting off the couch and heading towards her room, her succulent arse on display.
Dean gulped, willing his dick to stop taking notice. Kayla probably wanted to look decent for whatever she was going to talk about, which Dean had a feeling was not in his favour. Shit! He stood up and zipped up his pants, bringing a semblance of order to his disheveled state.
Kayla came back into the living room, looking cool in black leggings and a long body-hugging grey t-shirt. Dean stared. No matter what Kayla wore, she looked hot. Dean however wished he could take that hot outfit right off that body. He felt his cock jerk inside his pants and groaned low in his throat. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he wanted to worship that body till the end of time. Oh shit! He was in big trouble.
Kayla sat in the chair opposite the couch Dean was sitting on, and cleared her throat. “Dean, this must not happen again…”
“Kay…” Dean began but stopped when Kayla raised her hand for silence.
“No Dean, hear me out. We both enjoy the sex but we have to be real here…”
“Fuck Kay, this is…”
“Dean, please. Allow me to finish.” She looked at Dean till he leaned back in the couch with his arms folded across his chest. Then she calmly continued. “Thank you. Listen, one of us has to act sensibly to avoid future problems. It’s not like I don’t want you. You know I do. These past weeks have been hell, Dean. I’ve craved your touch. All the time actually. You’re that good. But of course, you already knew that. All those girls must have already told you how great you are.” Dean’s lips tightened but he didn’t say anything.
“But I’m not that kind of girl Dean. Contrary to what you might think due to how I threw myself at you on the Island…and how I allowed you to have your way with me tonight, I’m not into casual sex. Hell, I wouldn’t have been a ‘Mary’ at twenty-four if I were.” Kayla said, giving the word quotations. She smiled when Dean groaned.
“We’ve known each other for years, Dean.” She continued. “So I think I know you well enough. You are not my kind of man, neither am I your kind of woman. We both want different things and have totally different perceptions of life. This, between us, is a waste of our time and it stops today. That’s all I wanted to say to you.”
Dean sat quietly for a while and stood up, watching as Kayla stood as well. “What was that you said about Cole?” He asked quietly, raising an eyebrow when he saw Kayla flush.
“It was nothing,” Kayla muttered.
“Hey, just tell me. I want to know please.”
“Well…he must have picked up on my mood and asked me…what was bothering me. I told him. I’m sorry.” Kayla whispered.
Dean shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s okay.”
“For what it’s worth, I told him I threw myself at you,” Kayla added in a small voice, making Dean smile. How he wanted to hug her, feel that body against his, feel those boobs rubbing…
“You shouldn’t have but thanks.” Dean’s voice had turned husky. “Listen…” Dean tugged his left hand into his back pocket and squeezed his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. “…what will it take? What can I do to convince you that, this is different? This is not just about sex. Yes, I want you. I wish I could have you in my bed twenty-four-seven.” Dean smiled when he saw Kayla’s blush. “Fuck you till you can’t walk.”
Dean heard Kayla moan softly in her throat and watched her eyes glaze over. At least the feeling was mutual, Dean thought. They both wanted to fuck the hell out of each other.
“Yes, I want that. But what I’m feeling is more than sex Kay. I want you to be mine. So tell me…what will it take to convince you that I’m serious?”
Dean watched as Kayla slowly shook her head. “Nothing.” She whispered. “I know you, Dean. I’ve seen what you’ve done to other girls and I’m not going to allow you to do same to me no matter how much I want you. I just can’t.”
Dean was dying inside. “Nothing at all?” His voice was quiet.
“No.” Just one word, but it sounded so final.
Dean sighed and stepped towards Kayla.
“Dean…” Kayla whispered, taking a step back.
“I just want a hug. I’m not going to do anything more. Promise.” Dean said opening his arms to Kayla.
After a slight hesitation, Kayla walked into his arm and wound her arms around his waist. She was stiff initially but relaxed eventually and laid her head on Dean’s chest. Dean buried his face in Kayla’s hair and inhaled.
“I’m not going to give up Kay. If I have to move heaven and earth, to convince you that my intentions are honourable, I’m going to do it. I swear!” Dean’s voice sounded muffled but he knew Kayla heard every word.
With an effort, especially so when he saw the tears on Kayla’s face, Dean headed for the door.