Hidden Love by MINK

9

Layla

Imoan into his mouth as I push my body into his. Or maybe he pulled me into him? It doesn’t matter. It’s where I want to be. I part my lips, granting his tongue entrance.

He lifts me. His hands go to my ass as my feet leave the ground. I’m still shocked that he’s here. I shouldn’t be. In the short time I’ve come to know Kent, I’ve quickly learned if he wants something, he goes for it. Nothing stands in his path. It makes me feel a bit out of sorts I’m something he wants.

Kent is so new, so much, but somehow just right. He’s beyond handsome. I find him to be sweet too, even with how overwhelming he can be. The fact that he took the time to bring me my favorite foods says a lot about him. I don’t know how he knew it was my favorite, but I’m choosing to believe that he picked it because of fate. It was the same with him being in the parking lot today when I needed him, also fate.

He sits me down on the kitchen counter and deepens our kiss. I enjoy the moment and memorize the feel of his kiss to store it away. I know more than anyone that moments can be fleeting. I want to remember this. I could wake up tomorrow, and he could be gone just as quickly as he came. Nothing in life is promised. Even though I don’t really know Kent, the connection I feel to him has me wanting him. I can’t turn my back on it. What if it really is fate?

“Kiss me back, kitten,” he demands against my mouth before taking my lips in another kiss.

I do. Tasting him again. I was sure he wasn’t as sweet as I remembered, but he is. He doesn’t look as though he’d taste that way, but he does. It’s mixed in with something else I can’t place. Whatever it is, I’m enjoying it. I can’t get enough of him. I never want him to stop kissing me.

“I need more, kitten.”

I nod in agreement even though I have no clue what I’m doing or what he’s asking for. He has me all worked up already from only kissing me.

“I need more, too.” I let my hands that are wrapped around his neck drop down to his chest.

“How much more?” He nibbles at my lip.

My tongue darts out and licks the spot.

“Lots?” I push my hands up his shirt and feel his hard stomach. I suck in a breath when my fingers are greeted by what I’m sure is the outline of a perfect set of abs.

“I’ll give you lots.” His mouth drifts over to my neck and feathers kisses down it, causing the ache between my thighs to grow.

“I don’t have abs,” I blurt. But I want him to be well aware of what lies beneath these clothes. And, a part of me is terrified he’ll be disappointed.

“No, you’re soft all over.” He pushes his hands up my shirt. The roughness of his fingers feels good on my skin. “Silky perfection.”

“Pretty sure you’re the perfection here.”

His hands stop roaming for a moment. His mouth leaves my neck where he’s been nibbling at me. I had no idea that someone kissing you there could feel so good.

“I’ll show you perfection.” Before I know what he’s doing, he’s got my shirt off over my head and my bra tossed away.

“I can’t even get my bra off that fast.”

“I’m quick with my hands.” He cups my breast as his thumb drags across my nipple. “Perfection.”

My nipple puckers under his touch. I barely have time to register the pleasure before he takes the hard tip into his mouth. He works me until I’m writhing in pleasure. Little moans escape me as his warm mouth continues to lick and suck me.

“I need—” I stop mid-sentence and close my eyes as he sucks me harder. He somehow manages to pull my pants off.

“I’m going to give you everything you need, kitten.”

I let out a gasp when he lifts me and cling to him as he carries me down the hallway into my bedroom. He lays me down in the middle of my bed, his eyes raking over my body.

“Take your shirt off.” I’m almost naked, and he’s still completely clothed.

“All right.” He smirks as he pulls his shirt up and over his head, then tosses it away. I let my head fall back onto the bed and put my hand on my cheek. It’s burning hot.

“What's the matter?” He comes down over me, caging me below him.

“You’re really hot,” I admit. “And I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

“Trust me. This innocent act is fucking killing me.” He grabs my panties and gives them a hard tug, putting all of those muscles he has to use. Act? I’m not acting, but any thoughts I’m having leave my head when he moves down my body, that mouth of his licking and kissing as he trails further down my stomach.

“Kent.” I whimper.

“I got you.” His broad shoulders spread my legs wide for him. I watch as he reaches down, fumbling with his pants as his tongue circles my clit for the first time. I jerk my hips, trying to come off the bed, but his other hand reaches up, pinning me to it.

“More,” I tell him, needing him to take away the low ache he’s caused.

“I’ve got you, kitten. I promise. You have to learn to trust me.” His words make my heart do a little flip. Trusting someone doesn’t come easy to me. It may not seem that way with how quickly I’ve allowed Kent into my life, but something about him is different.

I’ve learned from past experience that I can only ever count on myself. It was something I learned way too young in life. I know if I want something, I’m the only one who’s going to make it happen. No one else. But the idea that I could depend on someone else now does funny things to my insides.

He sucks my clit into his mouth. My head falls back onto the bed as the orgasm that’s been simmering since our first kiss this afternoon comes pushing down on me. I cry out his name as it rolls through my body. My thighs try to close from the overwhelming pleasure. His broad shoulders keep them spread wide. His hand on my hip goes to my thigh to keep me open as he continues to lick and suck me to another orgasm. I close my eyes, the bliss so intense and wonderful it almost hurts. Yet I somehow want more.

“Kent.” I dig my fingers into his hair. He pulls his mouth away. “I don’t think I can take any more.”

He gives my clit a kiss before sitting up. I fight to keep my eyes open, but I catch him putting his cock back into his pants. Cum covers his stomach. He stands, grabbing his shirt from off the floor to wipe it up. He looks even more sexy with the evidence of his pleasure on his stomach and mine glistening on his perfect lips.

“Don’t go,” I rush to say. Is this the weird part where we say goodbye? I don’t want to say goodbye yet. I want him to stay. To never leave. Oh God, I’m a wet blanket! I know how to deal with cats and imaginary stuffed creatures, but I have no clue how to navigate a man.

“Just turning off the light.” He goes and flips it off. I scoot over, making room for him. He grabs the blanket at the end of the bed and pulls it over us before he tugs me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest.

“Sleep, kitten,” he demands.

I close my eyes and let it take me.

* * *

Slowly I stretch and smile at the most wonderful dream I had. This time it wasn’t about getting some big stuffed animal deal that let me design a new line for a store, but about a man that could only come from the dream world. My eyes spring open as I fly up from my bed.

“It wasn't a dream.” I look around my room. No sign of Kent. Maybe it was. I reach up to touch my sore lips. It definitely wasn’t, but he’s not here now. I swallow the lump that’s quickly formed in my throat. Was that it? He just left? No goodbye?

“Kent.” I call his name. Paisley jumps up on the bed and gives me a look that makes me think his kitty eyes might have seen too much of what happened last night. “Where is he?” I ask my cat as I hop out of bed. I grab a shirt from my closet and head out of the bedroom.

“Kent,” I shout again. When I get close to the front door I stop when I see a note on the table.

Kitten,

I took your boxes to the post office. Be back in a little while with food. Don’t miss me too much until then.

I bite my lip and smile at the note. He is so freaking sweet. I don’t even care that he says weird stuff. I bring the note to my nose like a dork and smell it, but don’t smell anything. My phone dings, snagging my attention. I walk over and see that I have a text from Gia asking me for details. I’ll tell her some later. I’m not ready to share yet.

“Work!” I shout when I see the time. I don’t have time for food. I run to my room and get ready as fast as I can, then shoot Kent a text telling him that I have to leave as I fly out the front door.

Stupid job. I should call in sick, spend the day with Kent, but it would be my luck that Carmen would fire me, or worse, tell Mr. Tucker I wasn’t a good employee. I can’t risk that happening. I’m so close to getting what I've been working toward. I can’t ruin it now.