Pyke novel Chapter 13

It takes all my strength and courage as I step forward, reach up, and tiptoe to close the gap between Pyke and me. I tug his hair, clinging into him. Pressing my lips into his soft and slightly parted lips as he gasps in surprise. I brush my lips across him in a tentative motion. To my dismay, he’s not kissing me back.

Crap!

I release his hair from my grip, taking a step back.

“Is that all you’ve got, Camila?” His deep voice turns raspier, huskier, and even sexier.

My gaze pin on his blue-gray orbs, holding me captive and hypnotizing me. His eyes sparkle and his pupils dilate. My heart goes gallop when I feel his hand sliding on my waist, pulling me closer to him. A small whimper escapes from me.

Before I can breathe, his lips are already crashing against mine, kissing me passionately. My eyes flutter closed, and I find myself kissing him back, making our lips move in sync. I gasp for air but I can’t pull away. I feel a sudden swirl at the pit of my stomach and a hot rush between my thighs.

A moan skips my mouth when he sucks my bottom lip, giving him entrance to slip his tongue into my mouth—it curls around in a teasing stroke. Our tongues meet and tangle. Our kiss turns deep and greedy—he nips my lower lip, pulls outward, then sucks it farther into his mouth. He licks before he releases my lip.

Pyke breaks our kiss with a deep guttural sound. “Babe.”

God, even his breathing smells good. We’re both panting. My eyes still close, feeling the vibrations in my body that makes my knees weaken. He plants a soft kiss again.

“If we won’t stop right now, I’m telling you I’m already losing my mind, Camila. This is the best feeling I’ve ever had, and I won’t regret if something’s gonna happen between us because let me tell you this, I’m in a second of ripping that dress off from you.”

My breathing hitches. When our gazes lock, his eyes flicker with lust and anticipation.

“Do it,” I find myself giving him an answer.

I want this. It’s been three weeks since l first met him, and there is something inside me screams for him, and I know that only Pyke can satisfy that needs.

“Do what, babe?”

“Rip my dress off from me.”

“Be careful—”

“What I wish for?” I look at him with all its intensity. “I know I’m playing with fire, but this is what I want, Pyke. One night with you—take it or leave me alone. No more teasing, no more bickering, and no more babe.”

“Camila…”

“Is it because of Kyland?”

He shakes his head.

“Then what is the problem? What’s stopping you? I won’t tell anyone if that’s the reason why you’re worried. You have my word.”

He doesn’t reply.

I release his hands on my waist and step back. I can see the pain in his eyes as I start to walk away, but he doesn’t stop me either. As I already feel the humiliation, I also feel frustrated and desperate at the same time.

“Lock the door before you go. Thanks for tonight, Pyke.” I sigh helplessly.

I know now the feeling of being rejected. I’ve never pushed myself to any man, only to him. I thought he never say no for sex—I was wrong.

I open my room and get inside, wiping the tears that fall from my eyes.

Kicking my shoes off, I throw my purse and flick on the lamp on my nightstand. I slipped condom inside and thought Pyke would make a move tonight. I zip the back of my dress and let it fall freely down my feet.

My body stiffs when a shadow appears on my door. I can hear my own heartbeat when I realize it’s him.

He’s still here.

Pyke saunters toward my direction and stops behind me. Leisurely, he pushes my hair to one side, then plants feather kisses on my shoulder up to my neck. My neck bends voluntarily, giving him more access.

My body hums with anticipation of what about to happen tonight. I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moan as his hot breaths make me shiver and melt at the same time.

His hands slide freely on my exposed waist to my abdomen as he continues giving me soft kisses.

Effortlessly, he manages to unclasp my black strapless bra with a hand. My nipples pucker at the sudden exposure of my breasts.

“Babe, are you sure you wanna do this?” he whispers into my ear, making me gasp.

“N-never been sure.” My voice shakes as I turn around to face him. I’ve never been exposed like this to any man, but I’ve never felt ashamed of my body to anyone.

“Fuck, Camila.” He clenches his jaw. His eyes darken as he glances down from my face to my exposed breast, down to my abdomen, and to my black lace thong. Yes, I prepared myself for tonight.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans.

“But you’re not touching me.”

My hands slip inside his coat, touching his broad chest. He gasps when my hands find his belt. I slowly lower my fingers down to his bulge, making him squeeze his eyes shut.

“Stop teasing me, babe.” He quickly opens his eyes when he doesn’t feel my hands on him.

“Wanna play, huh?” smirking, he asks in a playful tone.

You started this, so, yes, Pyke. Let’s play.

He starts shrugging off his coat, throwing it down the floor. He loosens his tie, undoes the button of his shirt one at a time, unfastens his belt, zips down his pants, and tugs them all down to his feet, leaving only his boxers.

I’m literally drooling over him. My fingers itch to touch his well-defined muscles. He’s so beautiful—his deeply carved V and his huge bulge are on full display, making me difficult to tear my eyes away.

Grabbing my head without warning, he kisses me hungrily as he cradles me in his arms.

I yelp when my body bounces on my bed. In an instant, Pyke hovers on top of me. I gasp when he rubs his bulge harder between my thighs. My world spins. My muscles tighten. He finds my mouth again, kissing me harder, stealing my breath, consuming me with every move of his lips, sucking my tongue, and biting my bottom lip. My fingernails dig into his taut arms that possibly leave marks on his skin.

He sucks my chin, my jaw, down to my neck. Goosebumps crawl into my skin as he continues nibbling my earlobe.

“Sensitive?” he mumbles. “I’ll take my time in every inch of you, babe.” He cups my breasts, kneading them, stroking my nipples with his thumbs.

My head tilts back to my pillow in response.

“These tits that have been making me insane for three weeks.” He lowers his mouth to my breast, licking my nipple before sucking into his mouth. He looks at me with his lust-filled eyes as he continues sucking and nibbling my breast.

“Pyke.” Jesus, it feels so good. My toe curls, hands gripping his hair and wanting for more. “Oh, God!” I scream, cursing silently in disbelief.

His skillful mouth and tongue travel down my abdomen. I swallow hard, licking my dry lips.

What is he gonna do? Is this what I think it is?

“You’re beyond gorgeous. I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you. You’ve been in my fantasy since I met you. Every fucking night. Every fucking second of every day.”

I swallow hard again.

“Should I stop?”

I shake my head.

“Are you sure?”

I nod.

He chuckles. How he finds it funny when I can’t anymore form a word?

His fingers find the strap of my thong, slowly slipping down while he keeps watching me with intensity.

I don’t break eye contact, showing him the determination of what I’m going to do with him tonight. Nothing is going to stop me now. I need to do this.

He forms my thong into a ball then smirks—the smirk that makes my inner walls clench.

“Wet.” He grabs his pants, and I feel my face flush—can’t deny that I’m turned on.