Chapter Seven - How is this my fault?

McKenna

I head straight for my bedroom to hide out—something I have been doing a lot since Paxton’s arrival. I knew exactly what he meant when he said he was having thoughts he shouldn’t be the second he said it. I only asked because I thought I was imagining things. I never thought he would see me in such a way. Why is he seeing me in a different way? Maybe he drank too much scotch, but he didn’t seem drunk to me.

I cover my face with a pillow and scream into it. He has not even been here twenty-four hours, and he is already complicating my life. What am I supposed to do or say? I am awkward at the best of times, never mind, with all of this going on. I groan and toss the pillow away.

I hear a familiar chuckle, “Are you okay?”

I quickly sit up. When did he come into my room? Why did I not hear him? And does he not know how to knock?

“When did you get here?” I ask, annoyed.

“Around about the time you held the pillow over your face and screamed into it. Are you okay?” he asks again, coming over and climbing onto the bed.

I pull my legs to my chest and hug them, “I am fine.”

It is a lie, but I really don’t want to get into it again. I don’t want to complicate things further. He crawls up towards me, removes my arms from around my knees and pushes them apart.

He kneels between them, resting his hands on my thighs, “You are not fine, dimples.”

I don’t even bother telling him not to call me that. There is no point because he doesn’t listen.

“What do you want from me, Paxton?” I sigh and shake my head.

“The truth.”

“The truth is, I don’t know what to say to you, not after what happened.” I blurt out.

I am not sure if he realises he is doing it, but his fingers are caressing the skin of my thighs.

“Do you think I know what to do or say? I shouldn’t be having these damn feelings for you, Kenna. You are my best friend’s little sister. It is wrong.” He replies, the frustration evident in his voice.

“You are acting like it is my fault,” I say, annoyed.

“It is your fault.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Excuse me? How is it my fault? I don’t control your feelings.” I snap.

“Why did you have to get so damn beautiful.” He groans.

“I didn’t! Have you been drinking again? And you can’t blame this on me. I didn’t give you any reasons to make you change your feelings for me.” I ramble on.

Next thing he grabs my face and presses his lips to mine. I moan instantly. I have dreamt of his lips on mine so many times before, but I didn’t believe it would ever happen. I don’t kiss back, not straight away, but after a moment of his warm lips against mine, I do. He scoots up the bed closer to me and deepens the kiss. I whimper and entangle my fingers in his hair, kissing back in the same manner.

Christ, his lips are better than I ever imagined. Is this really happening right now?

The kiss is quick to become heated. Before I can stop myself, I climb into his lap, straddling him. He didn’t seem to have an issue with it. I have lost all self-control in the moment. I pull away first, but only because I need to catch my breath for a second. A second is all I get before he reclaims them.

I am so aroused with just his kiss. This is never happened to me before. It usually takes more to get me all fired up. Paxton pushes me onto my back and takes his place above me, pulling my leg around his hip. We are soon sharing more of a make-out session than a kiss.

I can feel the heat rise from my body and his growing excitement against me. I moan deeply and run my hands down his back and up under his tee. I dance my fingertips down his spine, and he shudders, growling into the kiss. His fingertips dig harder into my thigh. I am sure it will leave a bruise, but I don’t care.

Paxton backs away from the kiss. My first thought is that he is already regretting it and will pull away. He doesn’t. His warm lips dance down my jawline and onto my neck. I gasp and tilt my head to the side to give him better access.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He mumbles against my neck.

“Then stop,” I whisper.

“But I don’t want to.” He replies and continues.

He is right; we shouldn’t be doing this. How can something so wrong feel so good? I am not usually like this. I don’t jump into things. I take them at a steady pace, but this is different. Paxton has been something I wanted for a long time, something I thought I was over, clearly not because if I were, I wouldn’t be letting this happen between us.

“Paxton. McKenna?”

The sound of my brother’s voice makes him abruptly pull away and jump to his feet. He rushes out of my room without another word.

“I am here. I was changing after a swim.” I hear Paxton reply.

Fuck, that was close. If he didn’t call out our names, he could have come into my room and caught us. Paxton would have been a dead man. I stay where I am, all hot and bothered.

I slowly sit up and run my fingers through my hair. I still can’t believe that happened. What has changed for him now? Does he have feelings for me, sexual ones, I mean, or is he just using me as someone to occupy himself while he is hiding out here? If I am being candid with myself, there is a chance it is the second option. Paxton was way out of my league even before he became a global superstar, so now, it makes even less sense he wouldn’t be interested in someone like me now when he can probably have any woman he wants.

I just hope things don’t become awkward between us now. I sigh, pull myself together and head downstairs.

“Hey, big brother, what are you doing back so soon?” I ask as I enter the living room.

“I decided to work the rest of my day from home. The perks of owning your own business.” He chuckles.

I glance over at Paxton, but he quickly pulls his eyes away the second I do. Great, now he can’t even look at me.

“True. I think I am going to head out for a bit.” I say.

“Where?” Carter asks.

“Nowhere exiting. Maybe grab an iced coffee or something.”

I needed to get out of the house for now. I need to come to terms with what happened between Paxton and me. Not only that, but also that he will probably act like it didn’t happen.

I said a quick goodbye, grabbed my stuff and rushed out of the house.