Zenith in Love (Zenith Series #5) - Leanne Davis Page 0,24
so panicked? After one, long, last, sensual rub on her bare butt? How panicked could that make him?
She sighed. The guards were waiting outside. Poor guards. They too had to endure that awful day of the shooting. They saw her come here last night and Jim leave in middle of the night… Kayla wondered what Jim looked like when he left? Disheveled? Half dressed? A satisfied man who was well-fucked? He couldn’t have been fully dressed. He fled the scene too fast.
What did it matter what the guards thought? Not the first place they staked out while she hooked up.
She shuddered. This was no hook-up. Never. Not with Jim. It would never be like anything else in her life.
Ever.
She sat back down and waited…
In his place. She wished for a TV set. How could he not own a TV? It was really weird. And yet, so like Jim.
After a while, her back started to decompress and her exhaustion replaced her nerves and stress. She tilted off to one side and her head finally hit the armrest as she fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 5
JIM PANICKED AND LEFT Kayla face down on his couch. Alone. Naked. Gloriously nude. Her round white butt looked so stark against the black leather. And her soft, silky skin made his brain explode with images.
He pressed on his temples because his head ached. He had sex with Kathy’s sister! He not only sullied himself and her, but also the memory of Kathy. How could he continue to be Pastor Jim after this? They had hot, dirty, wonderful sex. Once he touched her, all of his resistance swiftly faded. He could not have stopped what happened even if an earthquake struck and demolished his room. Besides, she could have said no. Stop. Don’t. Or anything she chose to say. Why didn’t she? He wished she had now. That would have been the only way he could have stopped himself. Why didn’t she tell him NO!?
Instead, she was everything he needed and wanted last night. Perfect. Sensual. Soft. Wet and warm. Her heartfelt sighs, moans and eventually, screams only incited him beyond all expectations. It triggered something animalistic and primal inside him. Something uncontrollable and hot and angry and lustful. Needy. Selfish. Jim wanted to pound her hard just to stop needing her so much and wanting her body. But all that wet heat… She received him like he was always supposed to be there. She came and shuddered before falling apart in his arms, which blew his mind until he wasn’t thinking any longer. He couldn’t remember his own name. Just hers. Kayla. Her body. Her scent. Her essence.
He wanted her again. More. Already. But in different ways. He wanted to taste her, and lick her, and have her sit on him as he sucked on her breasts with his hot mouth and… oh, no! This was why he had to avoid sex at all costs. It released the beast in him. A needy, hungry, horrible, depraved beast.
And now he’d unleashed his beast on the poor, unsuspecting Kayla. Regret collided with all of the hot, sexual feelings inside him, conflicting and confusing him.
He liked to anger her, and often got annoyed with her, but he never intended to use her. Not like this. No. Never.
How could he face her again? He’d panicked. Literally. He ran out with only his pants on.
Ducking into his shirt and shoes while half jogging down the stairs, what was he so scared of? That she would come after him and demand an explanation? Actually, yes, a little bit. He was stressing that she might do that.
What could he do? Where could he go? He was half drunk. Satiated with the unexpected sex, but now wanting more of it, something he hadn’t experienced in years. The beast was set free and now it was hungry and demanding.
He walked into the night. The frigid air cooled him down and restored his mental equilibrium. His brain was getting soft. He had to resist his basest urges. How could he let that imbalance happen again after so many years?
Last night. Yesterday. Both were so horrible. He should never have allowed her inside his house after such a terrible event. He felt so raw when he saw her. Needy. Conflicted. Confused. And most of all… lonely.
Kayla was right there. So soft and smelling so sweet. There was no pretence with her so she was easier to be around than almost anyone else.