Seducing Kaden (The Kennedy Boys Book 6)
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Powerful need pulses through my body, and I’m walking toward him before I’ve consciously processed the motion. His eyes rake me up and down as I approach, and the potent lust-filled look on his face is unmistakable. I’m about ten feet away when a gorgeous blonde plants herself in front of him, running her hands up his chest and circling them around his neck.
Jealousy jumps up and bites me, and I’m having a hard time ignoring the devil on my shoulder, the one taunting me to claim what’s mine.
I make a last-minute detour, veering toward the bathroom instead. My heart is beating wildly against my ribcage, and blood is thrumming through my veins. What the hell was I thinking back there? Anyone could’ve noticed me making a beeline for Kaden across the dance floor. One look at both our faces would’ve given the game away. My hands are shaking as I push through the door out into the corridor leading to the restrooms. Nausea swims up my throat at the thought of that girl with her hands all over him. I stop, resting my forehead against the wall. What the hell is wrong with me? He isn’t mine, and I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
I’m married, for God’s sake, and he’s my student.
He’s as off-limits as they come.
Perhaps that’s why I want him so badly.
Isn’t it true what they say? You always want the things you can’t have.
The door crashes open, and I stop breathing. “Eva.”
Oh, God. Please give me strength to do the right thing. I hurriedly compose myself before I turn around to face him. “Kaden.”
“We need to talk.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Well, tough,” he says, walking around me and pushing the door to the wheelchair-accessible toilet open. “In here, quick.”
Against my better judgment, I duck under his arm and step inside the small stall. He locks the door and then leans back against it, running a hand through his hair. Strands come loose, falling over his forehead in a casual way that is completely sexy.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits candidly, and butterflies take up residence in my chest. “And I miss our chats. You’re one of the few people I’m comfortable talking to. It’s so easy to just be myself when I’m with you.” His expression is deadly serious as he eyeballs me, but there’s a soft layer underneath it. “I guess I just miss everything about you. And judging by the way you were looking at me out there, I’d say you’re the same.” I chew on the inside of my mouth, hugely conflicted. “And you look beautiful by the way, and too damn sexy for that crowd.”
I thrill at his bold statement, and I know I’m fighting a losing battle even as words to the contrary slip from my mouth. “This can’t happen, Kaden.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.” I start pacing the small space. “I’m married, and you’re my student. Starting something could get both of us into big trouble.”
“The things truly worth fighting for in life come with the biggest risks.” He pushes off the door, cautiously approaching me. I’m acutely aware of every delectable inch of him as he approaches, and I’m struggling to hold on to my willpower. “And you don’t need to worry about me.” Tentatively, he reaches out, caressing my cheek. “If it blew up in our faces, I would be okay. The biggest risk is on your end, and it’s the main reason I haven’t said anything these last couple of months. I’d come to the conclusion you weren’t feeling it the way I was, but I see it written all over your face. I know you want me as much as I want you.”
I take a step back, needing to clear my head. “Wow, you’re awfully sure of yourself.”
“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll walk away. I’ll leave you alone and never mention this again.”
I gulp over the sudden panic in my throat. I don’t want him to leave. Screw it. I throw caution to the wind. “I can’t tell you that.”
A massive smile coasts over his mouth. “Thank you for being honest.” His smile turns more serious. “And I meant what I said. You have the most to lose so this is your call. I won’t think any worse of you if you decide you can’t take the risk. I’d hate myself if you got into trouble because of me.”
I step forward, placing my hands lightly on his chest as I stare up at him. “I’m not sure I have much of a choice anymore. I’ve tried staying away from you, and it’s slowly killing me inside.”
He grips my face more firmly. “Tell me about it.” His warm breath intoxicates me as he leans in closer. “If we do this, I’m not holding back. I’m on the verge of fucking exploding. I need you, Eva. I need you now.” He probes my eyes. “How much have you been drinking?”
I grab hold of his shirt, pulling him even closer. “I’ve had a few cocktails, but I’m not drunk. Not even close to it. I can handle my liquor.” I drag my fingers up and down the exposed column of his neck, enjoying how he trembles at my touch. “I appreciate you ensuring I’m sober enough to make this decision, and I assure you I am. You’re not the only one hurting, Kaden.” I lower my voice. “I want you so badly, but this works both ways. My husband is a dangerous man, and if he ever finds out, he will come after you.”
He pulls my hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my palm. “We’ll be careful and make sure he doesn’t find out, and if he does, I know people. I can make sure I’m protected. Like I said, my worry is for you. I don’t want you to lose your job.”
“Me neither, but I don’t think I can stop this anymore.”
He presses his forehead to mine, pulling me in flush with his body. “Thank God, because I’m about to die of the worst case of blue balls known to mankind.”
I laugh, but there’s a layer of excited anticipation behind it. I slide my hand down between us, cupping his very hard, very impressive erection. He hisses, thrusting into my palm as I rub up and down his length through the denim. “We can’t be gone too long,” I whisper, popping the top button of his jeans. I look up at him, and the heated look in his eyes floods my body with arousal. My nipples are hard and straining against my bra, my panties soaked. “Fuck me hard and fast, Kaden. No more thinking of right or wrong. Just do it.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and I lose all rational thought. He isn’t gentle, and I’m loving it. His tongue prods at my lips, and I open for him, welcoming him into my mouth. The kiss turns frenzied very quickly, and we’re devouring one another as months of pent-up frustration is finally released. I yank his jeans down and slip my hand into his boxer briefs, moaning into his mouth as I grasp his velvety soft, hot length and start stroking. He’s thick and firm and my core pulses in achy need. His hands are roaming my body, exploring with an urgency I appreciate. He pulls the straps of my dress and bra down, and cool air floats across my breasts, hardening my nipples further.
He rips his mouth off mine momentarily to take his fill. Grabbing both of my breasts, he fondles the sensitive skin, emitting a slew of expletives as he looks and touches. “Fuck, Eva. You’ve no idea how often I jerk off to thoughts of your naked body, but my imagination did not do you justice at all.” Dropping his head, he sucks one nipple into his mouth, and I cry out, stroking him quicker and rubbing my thumb across the tip of his cock. Precum slicks across my skin, and he pulls back, removing my hand. “If you continue doing that, this will be over in seconds. I need to fill you up. I want to feel what it’s like moving inside you.”
He frantically pushes my dress up to my hips and tugs my lace thong down in one swift move. “Jesus Christ,” he says, pushing one finger inside me. “You’re fucking drenched, Eva.”
“I need you now, Kaden.” My voice drips with need, and I scarcely even sound like myself.
He adds a second finger, pumping in and out of me in languid strokes. I rest my head back against the wall, writhing with uncontrollable lust, greedily riding his fingers as he fucks me. No guy has ever gotten me this aroused, and the need to feel him inside me is almost overpowering. “Kade!”
“I want that. So badly. Right now, Kade.”
He flips me around, and I press my palms to the wall. He spreads my legs wider, and I hear the rip of paper as he sheathes himself. “I love this ass,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to each of my cheeks. Lining himself at my entrance, he thrusts inside me in one fluid move. I bite back my scream, moaning quietly as he fucks me hard, slamming in and out of me, making stars appear before my eyes. Pressure is building inside me already, and my body is alive in a way I’ve never experienced before. The depth of pleasure coursing through my veins is new and like a drug I think I could easily become addicted to.
Keeping one hand on my hip to steady me, he moves his other hand around, cupping my breast first and tweaking the overly sensitized nipple. I push my tit into his hand, and he kneads my flesh harder. Blood rushes to my pussy, and I’m rocking back against him, demanding he move faster and harder. When his hand moves lower, he teases my clit with soft, featherlike brushes of his fingers while continuing to thrust into me like a wild, out of control animal. “Fuck, Eva. You feel incredible.” He leans over me, covering my back with his body. Slowly, he pushes my hair to one side, sucking on my neck, right where my pulse throbs for him. “I won’t ever get enough of you. This is only the start,” he whispers before easing back. Then he thrusts long and deep before pinching my clit, and I detonate on the spot, exploding from inside in a colorful burst of pleasure that consumes me from my head to my toes. My entire body is shaking and trembling as the strongest orgasm rocks my world. He grunts, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he slams into me. Then he’s coming, burying his shouts in my back as he presses his face into the exposed skin on my upper spine.
We don’t move for a couple of minutes. We stay wrapped around one another like that as we both fight to get our breathing under control. Gradually, he eases out of me, disposing of the condom while I fix my dress. Water softly trickles out of the faucet and then he’s on his knees in front of me. “Allow me.”
My eyes glisten as I watch him cleaning me up. Then he slides my damp panties back up my legs, helping me smooth my dress into place. Leaning down, he kisses me softly, and then he reels me into his arms. I go willingly, circling my arms around his waist and nestling my head against his chest. I close my eyes, committing everything to memory.
“Tell me we’re still doing this. Tell me you’re not backing out, because one taste isn’t enough.”
Opening my eyes, I peer up at him. “We’re doing it. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you after this.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
“Probably as long as I’ve wanted to say it,” I truthfully admit.
He kisses me again, slow and tenderly, and I’m feeling cherished and adored, but the worries are there too, simmering under the surface, wondering what exactly I’ve gotten us into.
I’ll come to remember that moment with a myriad of conflicting emotions.
Because that was the moment that really set everything into motion.
Chapter Twelve
Present Day
Kaden
I intercept the takeout guy in the lobby and return to the apartment to find Eva unloading plates, silverware, and glasses. I smile at how natural it is to have her moving about my kitchen like she lives here. Back at the gym, I knew she was hesitant to do this, and I’m surprised I convinced her to agree. At any second, I expect her to bolt for the door, but as the minutes roll by, she seems to relax more.
She laughs when I unload the takeout.
“What?” I arch a brow as I place the cartons on the marble countertop, stuffing the empty bag in the trash.
“I think someone’s determined to bring me on a trip down nostalgia lane.” A broad smile plays across her lips as she starts dishing out the food.
“It’s your favorite. What else was I gonna order?”
I grab a bottle of chilled sparkling water from the refrigerator and pour two glasses.
She moans at the back of her throat as she tastes the first mouthful of prawn chili masala and she may as well have her mouth wrapped around my dick. My cock turns rock hard in an instant. Eva is the only woman with the ability to turn me on in less than a second flat.
“How is this so good?” she asks after she’s chewed her food. “I mean, I must’ve eaten this dish hundreds of times, and each time is like tasting it for the first time.”
That perfectly describes how it feels making love to her, and that thought does nothing to quell the raging boner in my pants. Once Eva and I crossed that barrier the first time, we were insatiable for one another. It’s a wonder my dick didn’t break from overuse during our month-long affair. I couldn’t get enough of her, and the feeling was definitely mutual. I look away as remembered pain resurfaces. It’s been almost two years, and the heartache is as fresh as ever. One part of me wonders why I’m risking it all again, but the bigger part of me knows why and tells the cautious part to shut the fuck up.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asks, noticing my melancholy.
“Yeah.” I flick my lip between my teeth. “No.” I swivel in my stool, facing her as I pin her with a grave look. “Why did we stop, Eva? We were so good together.”
She puts her fork down. “You know why we did. I was terrified he’d find out, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Why did you marry him, Eva? It’s obvious you’re not happy, and I understand now why you can’t leave, but I don’t get how you married the asshole in the first place.”
“That’s a long story,” she says, taking a healthy sip of her water.
“You don’t want to tell me?”
She bites on the corner of her lip, and it’s distracting as hell. “No, that’s not it … it’s just not a happy story, and every time I think about it, I get mad all over again.”
“You can tell me another time,” I relent, because I hate seeing that miserable look on her face.
She places her hand over mine. “No. I want you to know. I want you to understand.”
I stare at her beautiful hand, admiring the slim elegant fingers, remembering how good her touch felt. Shaking those thoughts aside, before my boner explodes out of my pants, I clear my throat. “Let’s eat and then you can tell me,” I suggest.
She looks at me for the longest moment, and then she nods. We eat silently, and after a few minutes she pushes her plate away. “I’ve had enough. Let’s talk, but I’ll need something stronger than water for this conversation.”
“How about wine?” I don’t feel comfortable offering her whiskey. I’ve seen how quickly she can put the stuff away, and I’m conscious she still has to drive home. I know she can handle her liquor better than most guys, but I don’t want to be up all night worrying about whether she got home safely or not.
“Perfect. Thank you.”
I bring the plates to the sink as Eva crosses to the fridge. I retrieve two wine glasses and hand them to her.
Once we are seated side by side on the couch with our wine, I wait patiently for her to start.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?” she whispers.
“Yes. You don’t need to shut me out, Eva. Even if all we are is friends, I would still rather know.”
She nods, gingerly sipping her wine. Kicking off her shoes, she pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her back against the arm of the couch as she faces me. Did I mention how much I love how comfortable she is here?
“When I was little, I was in love with love. I was definitely one of those girls who had her wedding day all planned out, right down to the tiniest lit
tle detail.” She smiles, but it’s tinged with sadness. “I used to fall asleep at night dreaming of my very own Prince Charming.” Her smile fades. “I think I was obsessed because I wasn’t surrounded by that kind of love. My parents never openly showed one another affection, and I knew, even as a little girl, that they didn’t have this big love affair.” She takes another sip of her wine. “Well, I was determined I was going to have it all, but I didn’t know fate was about to take a sledgehammer to my dreams.” She gulps back her wine, as I sit up straighter in my chair, sensing how difficult this is for her.
“My father is an accountant, and a really good one at that. He graduated Harvard top of his class, and within six years, he had set up his own practice.” Pride suffuses her words, and it’s obvious where she got her intelligence and her drive from. “He married my mother a year later, and then I came along a year after that. A few months before my twelfth birthday, he obtained a new prestigious client. I remember how excited my mother was.” She rolls her eyes, and a look of disgust appears on her face. “She was already planning how to spend the extra cash before he’d even earned it.” She puts her wine down on the coffee table. “I didn’t know most of this stuff back then, and I only found out years later when I put my father on the spot and made him tell me, but the new corporation he had taken on as a client was not what it appeared to be. On the surface, it was a respectable highly profitable organization, but it was a front for a multi-billion-dollar drugs and guns operation.”
And the rest. I think it, but I don’t say it. If Eva isn’t aware of all the pies her husband has his hands in, then I’m not going to enlighten her. The less she knows, the better.