Starry Nights Of Pleasure

Chapter 5

CALISTA DRUCKER

King Cauley is a master of seduction

King Cauley was everything that he did not have to be for my good. He was supposed to be a brother who held no s****l appeal to me, but he was not.

I did not have much sleep the night after he had tried to join Zane and me in our conversations. My heart had raced all evening, imagining that he would come to my room and ask why I had left when he had attempted to join us. It was dumb, but I jumped each time I heard steps coming up the stairs. What I felt thereafter was a mixture of disappointment and anger when he showed as much as he showed himself to me, even till the next day. Zane had spoken to Baptiste about letting me stay in the room next to King's and there had been no arguments. He helped me move from my old room and I spent the first night sitting by the wall that separated our rooms. I wanted to hear what he did in his room, who he professed love to, and I wanted to know if he ever laughed.

I never heard anything. He was the same man he was outside and inside.

On the night before Thanksgiving, Zane and I had had the halls decorated and placed the Christmas tree where it should be, and then I had retired, not because I was exhausted, but because I did not want King to see me again.

I went to my room and ended up sitting by the window late into the night when I was sure everyone else had gone to bed. The view was beautiful, and the stars shone down, the light from the constellation flooding my room through the window. I saw a figure coming out of the garden.

I knew whose figure it was at once. It was King Cauley's. I started to get away from the window when he stopped and looked up at me.

"Calista." He called from where he was.

"I see you are still awake. Need company?"

He asked in a good-natured manner. I shook my head. I was not used to King Cauley being the nice guy, the one who wanted to be company, the one who spoke nicely without the iciness in his voice.

"Don't go, I want to talk to you, Cali."

There was something about him calling me ' Cali' . It was the same thing he called me when he came to me in my dreams. I started to feel slightly tremulous inside as he disappeared from the garden and soon, his steps were on the staircase as he mounted them, coming up to my room.

Or his room?

The knock sounded and I stiffened.

He was at my door. I walked to the door and held it open. His masculine heat covered me. He was not smiling. His eyes were penetrating me, making me vulnerable, my legs weak.

"Can I come in?"

He asked in that familiar, slightly raucous voice.

I nodded and let him inside. He smelled of flowers and earth mixed with his cologne. The butterflies in my stomach started to flutter aggressively and, for the first time, he smiled at me.

"Why are you not asleep?"

He asked, strolling casually to the window.

I followed him.

"I like the view from here at night."

I said in a small voice.

"So you will stay up all night watching the garden because the sight is beautiful?"

He asked. He was not looking at me, he was at the window, looking down at the garden, at the same thing that he thought I had been looking at.

"I could stay up with you if you want."

He offered. I shook my head.

I did not realize how very close to him, I was standing until he turned around, and I almost collided with him. I started to take a step back, but his hand shot out and held me.

"I'm not known to bite anyone. You have been running away from me since we first met."

He breathed against my ears. I shivered. He was holding me close. His eyes did not hold the iciness they were used to holding. He was looking at me seductively and my throat went dry.

"I've had enough of your torments, Cali. Since the first time I saw you, you have distracted me in ways that I can not name." Our faces were too close. His voice was too hoarse, and my body was responding too swiftly to his touch.

"What is it about you that drives a man crazy, Calista?"

He asked. I took another step back, but I was in the circle of his arms. He had gotten himself comfortable reclining on the windowsill while his hands came round to hold me firmly.

"I want to taste of your luscious lips, Cali."

He didn't give me the privilege to gather my thoughts when his mouth came down on mine and I let go of my inhibitions. I stopped thinking as his hot mouth was enclosed around mine, his hands going down to cup my buttocks. I started to squirm in his arms. His lips were hard, yet achingly tender. He was demanding, yet giving pleasure.

My legs started to feel too weak to hold me up.

He deepened the kiss, deliberately making it more sensual, one hand coming up to cup my breast until I was clinging to him, all sense of rationality tossed out the window.

"Your lips are as sweet as I imagined."

He breathed hotly against my lips. My eyes fluttered open, only long enough to see the steam in his own eyes before he took my lips again. A small moan escaped my lips and his hands molded me even more firmly against his rock-hard chest. The same ripped biceps that I had first seen when he had had to fix something in his car that morning.

"King...."

I called, he grunted his response but did not stop kissing me. I did not want it to end either, but when his hand slipped into my night dress, making contact with my skin, and causing sparks of electrifying pleasure to run down my spine, I came to my senses.

"King. We can not do this."

I said at the same time, I pulled away. He looked questioningly at me.

" You are my stepbrother, King."