In turn, Kurt screamed.
“Holy crap, I’m so sorry. You scared me,” Kim said, yelling the words. She removed her headphones, and he heard some rock music playing.
“No wonder you couldn’t hear me. Rock music?”
“It helps me to think.”
“That crap helps you to think?”
“Well, yeah, of course it does.”
He shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
Now that Kim had turned around to look at him, his gaze landed on her tits. Her nipples were rock hard, poking against the front of her shirt.
“So, not getting dressed today?”
“I saw your note, and I figured why not come down here. Once I did, I kind of forgot to go and get dressed.”
“You made a great deal of mess,” he said.
“I know. Isn’t it wonderful? Chaos, it’s nice.”
“You did this on purpose.”
“Yeah, look around. Nothing is in order, it’s clean, and I could do whatever I wanted.”
“So you played?”
She turned to him, practically glowing. “I’ve never done anything like this. My heart is pumping, my body is on fire. This is all because of you.” She stood in front of him. “Thank you.”
Kim wrapped her arms around him, and he held her tightly against him. “Anything for you, baby.”
She didn’t release him straight away. The hug prolonged to the point that he became aware of how good her body was against his.
“Kim?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Really hard right now.”
“I know. I can feel it.” She didn’t move.
Closing his eyes, he ran his hands up and down her back. “Struggling here.”
“I want to kiss you again.”
“Kim?”
“Please, would it be so wrong to have one kiss?”
He moved his hand from her waist to cup her face. “With you, it’s more than just a kiss. You take a part of me with you every time.” Running his thumb across her lip, he shook his head. “No. The next time we kiss, it’s going to mean something. You’re going to trust me with your body, and your heart, and know that I’m going to love and protect you for the rest of my life.”
Kurt forced himself out of her art studio and made his way back to the house. He meant what he said.
Yes, when he’d gone to find her a week ago, he’d intended to give her an ultimatum. He’d even gone so far as to look in the mirror and practice his speech. The moment he saw her, all of his plans had gone up in smoke.
Kim undid him.
She made him want things he’d never thought he would want.
Entering his home, he went straight up to the shower. He needed the icy cold to get his thoughts back in line.
Closing his door, he removed his clothes, dropping each item on his way toward the shower. Turning it on to the coldest it could go, he climbed inside, and let out a growl.
It was freezing.
Staring down at his dick, he watched it slowly start to disappear. Only the cold could make a man not perform. The cold, or being really intoxicated with booze.
“Kurt?” Kim said.
He closed his eyes, counted to ten, and when he opened them again. She stood in front of the shower. The glass wasn’t foggy, and he watched her.
“What?” he asked.
“You stormed away, and I shouted at you.”
“Kim, don’t you realize that I fucking care about you?” Kurt didn’t know how much longer he could take with constantly giving.
“I know. I just…”
“You just what?”
“I don’t know. Okay. This is really confusing to me. You were the guy that was there. You called me names that hurt. Everything hurt because of you. Then all of a sudden out of the blue you’re acting like we’re friends, and I’m supposed to be okay with that?”
“It was ten years ago.”
“Yeah, and before that, it was ten years of pain! I know I come across as a bitch, and I am sorry for that. It’s hard for me to trust so easily. You’ve come back into my life out of the blue this different person. You’re like a damn alien in comparison.”
They were having this conversation with his cock now flaccid from the cold, and her standing in a paint covered shirt.
“I get it.”
“No. You don’t, because even as I think of all of that, I can’t get over how you make me feel right now. You’ve given me the chance to be passionate about what I do. Not one but two art studios. I’ve spent more time with you in the past week than any other guy. I’ve kissed you. I’ve done nothing but think about kissing you, and other … stuff.”
“What other stuff?” he asked.
“I’m not telling you.”
“For fuck’s sake. I’m standing here with my dick out and you can’t even be honest with yourself.”
“I think about us having sex. There, are you happy? The fat cow has finally succumbed to you. You win, Kurt, do you see that?”