22. Aiyana

Chapter twenty-two

Aiyana

W e finish eating dinner, and I check my phone, noticing that Kat just texted. "Sounds like things aren't going well on Kat's date; she's gonna head home soon," I call over to Kas from where he's standing, cleaning up the kitchen.

He looks over his shoulder at me, worry pulling at his eyebrows. "Does she need a ride home?" he asks, always the doting brother.

Shaking my head, I tell him, "No, she said she's gonna take a cab home." He nods and puts the last plate in the drying rack before wiping his hands on a dishcloth and stalking toward me.

My pulse is skyrocketing, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears; it's getting louder the closer he gets. His eyes are dark and dangerous as he extends his hand to me. "Come upstairs with me?"

My body has a mind of its own as I take his hand in mine and nearly sprint up the stairs with him.

The moment our feet hit the top of the stairs, Kas twirls me around so my back is flush with his chest, and his hands are everywhere . His nose is gliding up the side of my neck as he breathes me in, his hands keeping me close, touching and kneading my heated flesh. I feel like I'm on fire, being flayed open with his every caress, and we aren't even naked yet.

"God, you always smell so good," he groans into my ear, nipping on the sensitive skin of my throat and winding his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back to give him better access.

I'm a live wire, my body strung so tightly that I can't get myself to move. All of my senses are flooded, overwhelmed by Kas.

We're really doing this.

"How do you want it tonight?" he asks me, his voice husky as his hands stop on my hips, holding my ass to his erection and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. The familiarity of this, of him… of us, leaves my stomach in knots at the twinge of sadness that spirals through me. I'm filled with so many conflicting emotions, and yet, every thought in my mind surrounds Kas in one form or another.

He nips my neck, drawing me back into the moment, and I'm hit with the realization that he just asked me a question. I don't even remember what it was, so I answer in a lust-induced haze with a noncommittal, "Huh?" I sound exactly as dazed as I feel.

I lose all sense of time and place when I'm with Kas. That's how it's always been.

He grips my hair harder, a tremble racing through my body. "I asked," he says, voice rough, "how you want me to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours. Your pick, little viper." He bites down above my collarbone, sucking on the tender skin immediately after.

"Dealer's choice," I whimper. For once, I feel unable to make a decision myself. When it comes to Kas, I'll take it however he wants to give it. Sex with him has always been incredible, even when we were inexperienced twenty-year-olds with absolutely no idea what we were doing. And no man, or woman for that matter, has ever compared.

He lets out a dark chuckle, sliding his hands up my spine before pushing me to my knees. I fall, catching myself with my hands, but I know exactly what he's decided on.