Hot Player (Hot Billionaire Daddies #7) - Suzanne Hart Page 0,80
I do this sooner? I’ve been missing out! The hands slide and move, generously stroking my tense back muscles, caressing and massaging expertly.
A soft moan escapes my lips, and I’m too mesmerized to even be embarrassed by my reaction.
Those magical hands glide down my back towards my waist and knead into the knots in my flesh. I didn’t know a massage could feel this good. Neither did I realize Kaya had such big, firm hands. Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention…maybe this is why she is a professional and clearly very good at her job. But there is something about the touch. Something familiar.
The more those hands roam over me, caress and massage me, the more I’m filled with confusion. There’s a part of me that wants to just give in and enjoy the pleasure this is bringing me, and the other part of me just feels strange about it. Kaya is just doing her job, right? Why am I closing up to her?
I groan and move. I want her to stop. I can’t get Kirk out of my head. As much as I struggle against it, I keep being reminded of the way he used to touch me. I think I’m about to cry. I wish I never came here.
I pull the sheet tightly around me and start to get up and turn.
“Shh…it’s me…just relax.” His voice is right there in my ear. Is this a dream? Am I asleep? Did Kaya give me some drug? My body just gives up, and I crash back on the bed. That same hand is on my back, just gently laying there. I can feel Kirk’s hot breath in my ear. I can literally physically feel him. So close to me. I can smell his cologne. Tears are streaming down my cheeks because this feels like a cruel dream.
His had trails up and his fingers weave into my hair.
“I’m sorry to shock you like this, beautiful. I just wanted a chance to talk to you,” he continues.
This is too much. This is too realistic! I shrug the hand off me and flip around, sitting up with a jerk on the bed.
It’s him! Kirk is standing right there next to me. He’s not in a suit today, but a white linen shirt and pants. He looks like a man who belongs on an island. His blue eyes sparkle as he looks at me. That smile. That chiseled jawline! Is this real?
“Blaire and I planned this, but don’t blame her. I forced her to help me because I wanted to speak to you. Are you okay, Kim?” He’s speaking in a low firm voice but it’s filled with warmth.
I pull the sheet even closer around me. I can’t believe he was touching me like that just moments ago. I can’t believe I gave in to the sensation…I genuinely believed I was dreaming.
Kirk’s eyes roam over me in that familiar way. I can’t stop the color from rising in my cheeks.
“Why are you here, Kirk? I told you already, we have nothing to say to each other,” I snap.
“There has been a misunderstanding. What you think you heard was a mistake. Are you willing to listen to what I have to say?”
I want to run away. I don’t want to hear excuses. I thought I was doing such a great job of moving forward. He’s going to pull all that apart. But how can I turn him away now? How can I walk out of this place without hearing him out? Not after he touched me like that.
“Okay, I’m listening,” I say, and Kirk presses his hands together in gratitude.
He hands me another glass of cucumber water as I remain sitting up on the bed.
He has just related to me exactly what was said between Reed and him that day in his office. Is it true? Every time I try to catch Kirk’s eyes, he looks directly at me. Firmly. Doesn’t glance away. He wants me to know how confident he is in the truthfulness of what he’s saying.
I push the lump down my throat. Did I really get everything wrong?
“I can see you’re doubting me. You’re doubting yourself,” he says. I say nothing. “If what you heard was the truth, Kim, then why would I be here? If I thought our relationship was best left casual and we were better of as coworkers, then why would I be here trying to explain an alternative truth?”