The Love We Deny ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 16 - Last Night

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I took my first step into his apartment cautiously; it was like I was entering the lion's den. His natural scent enveloped me as soon as I walk in. I placed his bag against the wall where he had indicated before turning around. I couldn't help but notice the large folder opened on his kitchen table as I started walking out. There were drawings of plays surrounded by handwritten notes from Kyle. No doubt he had spent hours studying it.

I was getting ready to leave when Kyle's voice interrupted me.

"Stay for a cup of tea?" he offered as he filled the kettle with water.

"Sure," I answered without thinking. Dammit, Kathanya! The corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile like he had expected me to decline and was happy that I hadn't. To be fair, I was surprised by my answer, especially considering the internal debate I had mere seconds ago.

Kyle continued to prepare our tea in silence, while I got lost in my thoughts. I wouldn't admit it out loud but deep down I knew why I accepted his offer. I missed him. I missed the neighbor that would make me laugh when we would cross path at work or in the hallways. I missed talking with him and hearing him tell jokes as he had at Coffee Addict the other day.

I mean I was already in his apartment, right?

My thoughts were interrupted when he handed me the mug filled with what I guessed was black tea.

"Thanks," I answered offering him a smile. It felt great to hold something warm between my hands.

"You're welcome," he answered before moving towards the couch. "How come you're home so late?" he asked.

"Coach wanted to talk to me," I replied, as I let myself fall onto the couch.

"Everything okay?" he seemed genuinely concerned for me.

"Yeah, I wasn't fired if that's what you're asking," I laughed bitterly at how easy it would have been if Coach had decided otherwise.

We spent the next few minutes drinking tea and catching up. We talked about Johnson & Co, football but also about random things we had seen in the street. The more we talked and the more I remembered why I enjoyed his presence. Sadly, it was like recharging my batteries before another long time apart.

Unsurprisingly, we stayed far away from tonight's topic. Whether it was the brawl or the post-chaos tension between us, none of it was discussed.

I stood up walking back to the kitchen to refill our mugs when his next question stopped me in my movement.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked as his silver eyes locked with mine. He stood up and cautiously moved toward me.

"I'm fine," I answered as my heart pounded louder with each step he took in my direction.

"That's not what I asked," he pointed out as his hand reached to grab the counter on each side of my body. The cup of tea was now the only thing separating us.

"Well, that's what I answered," I challenged, making him groan. One of his hands took hold of the mug I was holding and placed it on the counter beside me before adding "You're impossible." He was standing close enough for my skin to prickle from the feeling of his breath on my skin. The tension between us was so dense it could be cut with a knife. It's like the tiredness and the stress engendered by this evening made my reason go to bed early.

One of his hands reached up to softly draw invisible lines on my arm, making goosebumps appear. My throat tightened from his proximity, but the longer we stayed like this, the harder it was to walk away. This man was like an addiction, one I was desperately trying and failing to stay away from.

"I-" I never finished the sentence as his lips came crashing down on mine. The force of the kiss pushed my upper body backward as his hand tilted my face up, giving him better access while his other hand curled around the small of my back, pushing our bodies flush together despite our height difference.

The kiss wasn't sweet, it was both desperate and passionate like it was finally set free after being locked up for months. Both of his hands traveled down to grab my upper thighs and pushing me up the countertop. He didn't waste time placing himself between my legs and joining our bodies most sensually.

Fuck he's huge! In this position, I could feel just how much he wanted me, and I knew from the spreading moist in my panties that there was no hiding just how much I craved this man. He was forbidden, and I knew it but, at this moment, I couldn't find it in myself to care. I had fanaticized about this in my head more times than I could count.

A moan escaped my lips as he started grinding against me. "Kyle," I murmured into his mouth, making him harder between my legs.

"Say it again, Anya," he commanded sensually. I complied, moaning his name again as his hand pushed my chin up to give him access to my neck. He trailed gentle kisses down from my ear to my collarbone. The overflow of sensation was driving me insane.

The clothes separating us felt suffocating. I wanted to feel him, every single inch of him.

Pushing him backward, I stood up and headed for his bedroom holding his hand in mine. Not that I had any doubt he would follow me there.

I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

As soon as we reached the bedroom, Kyle didn't waste any time pushing me down onto the bed. Good. I liked a man with a little edge and roughness. I sat on the edge watching him, my eyes boring into his intensely. I could see the desire he had but I also noted a sprinkle of admiration.

"You're beautiful," he whispered but I was close enough to hear. Goosebumps trailed my arms from his admission.

I grabbed onto the hem of my shirt and slipped it over my head. I then crawled back onto the bed, conscious of how my breast visibly bounced in my black lace bra.

Kyle came hoovering over me and soon enough our lips found each other in a heated passion. His hand slipped into my hair, pulling it slightly, making me groan into his mouth. This man knew exactly what he was doing, and damn was he good pushing all the right buttons.

I lifted my waist to meet his and slowly ground against his crotch. His hand tightened around my wrist from the increase in pleasure he was feeling. The hand he had in my hair moves to my bare skin caressing my body like he desperately needed to feel me after all the time.

My thoughts were clouded with my need for him. It's like he was suddenly the only water available for my dying soul.

Our hips continue to move against each other, each touch making me feel more and more desperate. I wanted him inside of me and I didn't have the patience to wait any longer.

Gathering my strength, I pushed him to the side and went on top, lowering my body to reach for the opening of his pants. The strain his hardened member was causing on his clothes was obvious. I didn't hesitate to relieve him.

Once his pants and boxers were thrown somewhere in the room. I reached for my own, only to be pushed back down onto the bed.

"Let me," his husky voice filled the room. I couldn't help but watch him as he slowly shifted my pants and panties down my legs, making sure his finger drew a line along my skin with his movement.

At this point, he was entirely bare in front of me while I was still sporting my bra. Seeming to realize the same thing I had, Kyle crawled up my body, kissing the crook of my neck before whispering in my ear. "Take it off."

I didn't need to be told twice. The sooner we were bare, the sooner the real fun could begin.

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