Thrust
Page 17
“Finally,” I say in celebration as the elevator opens up, allowing a couple of people to unload. The last person, a young guy with blonde hair, pauses to look back at me with a smile before hurrying off.
“Alright then.” I step onto the elevator and just then, my eyes look up to see Kyan walking toward the elevator. He’s dressed in a tailor made suit, looking so damn flawless that it causes my chest to ache as I fight for air. I’m so stunned that I can’t even function enough to hold the door as it begins to close.
Right as it’s about to shut, Kyan sticks his arm into the elevator, stopping it. Our eyes meet and he smiles while joining me inside.
“Let me help you with those.”
Kyan quickly empties my arms of the groceries and watches me as the door closes, leaving us alone in this very small space. At least, right now it feels tiny; so damn tiny.
I smile back when he flashes me a dimpled smile. “Thank you. I was seriously tempted to just leave them outside for the homeless, but then I was afraid that my roommate would attack me if I came back empty handed. She’s sort of obsessed with food.” I lean against the wall as the elevator begins moving. “This is my second trip down and I wasn’t expecting it to start pouring.”
Kyan steps closer as I begin to slightly tremble from being cold and wet. He looks at me through a set of thick, wet lashes. “You have my number, Calla. Next time let me know and I’ll take care of it.”
I shake the water off my face and smile at his generosity. “Thank you. I’m not going to lie. It’d be nice to be dry right now.”
His eyes lock with mine and I notice him slightly bite his bottom lip. Then, before I know it, his arm shoots out and stops the elevator.
His eyes linger from my eyes down to my lips before he drops the bags of groceries and pins me against the wall. His breath is sweet as it brushes against my lips, causing me to want to flick my tongue out and lick the outline of his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful when you’re wet. I think I’d prefer it if you were never dry.”
His arm reaches around to grab the back of my right thigh and he raises it to his hip, stepping between my legs. He presses into me and I instantly feel clenching between my legs as his thickness pokes me through the thin material of my panties. Starting from the top of my chest, he brushes his lips up my neck, stopping just below my lips. One hand slips up my dress and I feel his finger slide between my folds.
“Kyan,” I whisper, my body trembling from his closeness. “In the elevator? Aren’t there cameras? I don’t want anyone giving you a hard time if they see the security footage.”
He turns away for a second as if he’s thinking about it. His finger shoves inside me and his grip on my thigh tightens before he pulls away and wraps both of his hands into the back of my hair.
Leaning in, he whispers, “Sorry, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off of you, especially when you’re standing here wet with that dress clinging to your body.” He runs his hand up the front of my neck before stepping away from me and fixing his suit, returning back to his professionalism.
I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath while I stand here watching him breath heavily, as if he wants nothing more than to rip my clothes off and fuck me hard. That suit does nothing but make him look dangerously handsome and irresistible. A part of me wishes I would’ve just kept my damn mouth closed and let him take me again.
“It’s okay,” I say softly.
He reaches for the bags of groceries in one hand and quickly puts them back in the crook of one arm before starting the elevator again.
I stand here watching his side profile as he stares ahead at the door, as if he’s about to lose a battle with his self-control.
The elevator dings and I quickly snap out of my thoughts as Kyan places his hand on the bottom of my back and guides me out of the elevator and to my door.
“Olivia sent me an email this morning telling me how much she loved the shoot. You did a great job,” he says as I’m reaching for the door handle.
I smile up at him, feeling really damn good about that. “That’s amazing. I’m really happy you gave me the opportunity to shoot the cover for her. I can’t wait to see it.”
I push the door open and step away to give him room to walk in.
I hear Tori begin to ask who he is until she sees me enter behind him.
“Holy shit.” She places her hand to her heart as Kyan walks to the kitchen and sets the bags down on the counter. “I thought we were getting robbed by some crazy, sexy guy. I wasn’t sure whether to run or be thankful.”
Kyan and I both laugh at Tori as she stands there, staring at him like a lunatic.
“Tori.” I clear my throat until she finally looks at me. “This is Kyan. Kyan this is my roomie and best friend, Tori.”
“Nice to meet you, Tori.” Kyan grins while reaching into one of the bags. “This must be the lazy roommate you mentioned,” he says teasingly.
Tori looks at me, her hands on her hips. “You fucking twat. You told him I was lazy? Not everyone has the energy to be the damn energizer bunny like you. Some of us actually use our energy for better things like getting laid.”
She tilts her head as my eyes look down toward the ground. Fuck! Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything.
“Wait . . .” Double fuck! “You’re that guy that Calla did the photo-shoot with, right? The personal trainer guy?”
Kyan smiles while starting to put our groceries away. He surprisingly seems to know where most of it goes too. Impressive.
“You don’t have to do that, Kyan.” I rush into the kitchen, hoping to pause any awkward conversation that’s about to start. Tori has always had a way of making conversations awkward. Always. I grab the bread out of his hand and set it next to the bag. “Carrying these upstairs was enough. Trust me. I owe you.”
“Why are you wet,” Tori asks with a laugh. “It was completely dry when we brought the first load up.”
I ignore her and smile up at Kyan. “Thank you. I can take care of these.”
Stepping away from the counter, Kyan runs a hand through his wet hair, his muscles flexing, causing Tori and I to both stare like idiots. “Sure.” He grips the back of my neck and softly presses his lips to the side of my mouth again. “I’ll text you later about our next training session. I have a bunch of work to get done anyways.”
“Alright then.” I step onto the elevator and just then, my eyes look up to see Kyan walking toward the elevator. He’s dressed in a tailor made suit, looking so damn flawless that it causes my chest to ache as I fight for air. I’m so stunned that I can’t even function enough to hold the door as it begins to close.
Right as it’s about to shut, Kyan sticks his arm into the elevator, stopping it. Our eyes meet and he smiles while joining me inside.
“Let me help you with those.”
Kyan quickly empties my arms of the groceries and watches me as the door closes, leaving us alone in this very small space. At least, right now it feels tiny; so damn tiny.
I smile back when he flashes me a dimpled smile. “Thank you. I was seriously tempted to just leave them outside for the homeless, but then I was afraid that my roommate would attack me if I came back empty handed. She’s sort of obsessed with food.” I lean against the wall as the elevator begins moving. “This is my second trip down and I wasn’t expecting it to start pouring.”
Kyan steps closer as I begin to slightly tremble from being cold and wet. He looks at me through a set of thick, wet lashes. “You have my number, Calla. Next time let me know and I’ll take care of it.”
I shake the water off my face and smile at his generosity. “Thank you. I’m not going to lie. It’d be nice to be dry right now.”
His eyes lock with mine and I notice him slightly bite his bottom lip. Then, before I know it, his arm shoots out and stops the elevator.
His eyes linger from my eyes down to my lips before he drops the bags of groceries and pins me against the wall. His breath is sweet as it brushes against my lips, causing me to want to flick my tongue out and lick the outline of his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful when you’re wet. I think I’d prefer it if you were never dry.”
His arm reaches around to grab the back of my right thigh and he raises it to his hip, stepping between my legs. He presses into me and I instantly feel clenching between my legs as his thickness pokes me through the thin material of my panties. Starting from the top of my chest, he brushes his lips up my neck, stopping just below my lips. One hand slips up my dress and I feel his finger slide between my folds.
“Kyan,” I whisper, my body trembling from his closeness. “In the elevator? Aren’t there cameras? I don’t want anyone giving you a hard time if they see the security footage.”
He turns away for a second as if he’s thinking about it. His finger shoves inside me and his grip on my thigh tightens before he pulls away and wraps both of his hands into the back of my hair.
Leaning in, he whispers, “Sorry, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off of you, especially when you’re standing here wet with that dress clinging to your body.” He runs his hand up the front of my neck before stepping away from me and fixing his suit, returning back to his professionalism.
I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath while I stand here watching him breath heavily, as if he wants nothing more than to rip my clothes off and fuck me hard. That suit does nothing but make him look dangerously handsome and irresistible. A part of me wishes I would’ve just kept my damn mouth closed and let him take me again.
“It’s okay,” I say softly.
He reaches for the bags of groceries in one hand and quickly puts them back in the crook of one arm before starting the elevator again.
I stand here watching his side profile as he stares ahead at the door, as if he’s about to lose a battle with his self-control.
The elevator dings and I quickly snap out of my thoughts as Kyan places his hand on the bottom of my back and guides me out of the elevator and to my door.
“Olivia sent me an email this morning telling me how much she loved the shoot. You did a great job,” he says as I’m reaching for the door handle.
I smile up at him, feeling really damn good about that. “That’s amazing. I’m really happy you gave me the opportunity to shoot the cover for her. I can’t wait to see it.”
I push the door open and step away to give him room to walk in.
I hear Tori begin to ask who he is until she sees me enter behind him.
“Holy shit.” She places her hand to her heart as Kyan walks to the kitchen and sets the bags down on the counter. “I thought we were getting robbed by some crazy, sexy guy. I wasn’t sure whether to run or be thankful.”
Kyan and I both laugh at Tori as she stands there, staring at him like a lunatic.
“Tori.” I clear my throat until she finally looks at me. “This is Kyan. Kyan this is my roomie and best friend, Tori.”
“Nice to meet you, Tori.” Kyan grins while reaching into one of the bags. “This must be the lazy roommate you mentioned,” he says teasingly.
Tori looks at me, her hands on her hips. “You fucking twat. You told him I was lazy? Not everyone has the energy to be the damn energizer bunny like you. Some of us actually use our energy for better things like getting laid.”
She tilts her head as my eyes look down toward the ground. Fuck! Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything.
“Wait . . .” Double fuck! “You’re that guy that Calla did the photo-shoot with, right? The personal trainer guy?”
Kyan smiles while starting to put our groceries away. He surprisingly seems to know where most of it goes too. Impressive.
“You don’t have to do that, Kyan.” I rush into the kitchen, hoping to pause any awkward conversation that’s about to start. Tori has always had a way of making conversations awkward. Always. I grab the bread out of his hand and set it next to the bag. “Carrying these upstairs was enough. Trust me. I owe you.”
“Why are you wet,” Tori asks with a laugh. “It was completely dry when we brought the first load up.”
I ignore her and smile up at Kyan. “Thank you. I can take care of these.”
Stepping away from the counter, Kyan runs a hand through his wet hair, his muscles flexing, causing Tori and I to both stare like idiots. “Sure.” He grips the back of my neck and softly presses his lips to the side of my mouth again. “I’ll text you later about our next training session. I have a bunch of work to get done anyways.”
