Unwanted Heat

Nicholas

“What should the sleeping arrangements be tonight?” Kenzie asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… last night I slept in your room-”

“You did?”

“It made sense… I had to check your temperature every couple of hours, then give you medicine and water. It didn’t seem feasible for me to sleep upstairs. I know it probably wasn’t ideal, but I moved a chair next to your bed and slept there so I could keep an eye on you.”

“I was wondering how the chair moved there.”

“I’m sorry, I meant to move it but I didn’t want to wake you-I guess I forgot about it.”

“No, it’s fine. When I woke up and saw it there, I thought I moved it there but couldn’t figure out why I would have done that.”

“Your mom said you probably won’t need anything tonight but that I should keep an ear out just in case. Carter put my bag in a guest room upstairs but I don’t think I would be able to hear you from there.”

“Kenzie, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I’m feeling much better, especially after having more of the soup you made.”

“I know… I would just feel better if I were closer just in case.”

“If it makes you sleep better tonight, how about if I sleep in the guest room next to the room you’re in tonight?”

I immediately regret the suggestion the moment the words leave my mouth. If she is sleeping in the room next to me, it increases the chance that she could hear my nightmare. If by some chance I managed to not have one last night when she was in my room, it almost definitely guarantees I will have one tonight. UGH, I should have thought of another option. I can’t have her hearing me. I don’t need her asking questions about why I have them. She doesn’t need to know about that part of my life; we don’t need to cross that line. I don’t want to see her looking at me with pity the way anyone does when they witness my nightmares. She’s one of the few people who don’t look at me like that.

“Really? That would be a great idea. Are you sure you don’t mind?

I could always sleep on the couch or something-”

“Kenzie, I’m not going to have you sleep on the couch. It’s bad enough you had to sleep in an uncomfortable chair-”

“It wasn’t-”

“It’s much less comfortable than a bed would have been I’m sure. I can’t ask you to sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I just want to be close enough that if you need something or if I have to call your mom… ”

“It’s fine.”

“I think if you don’t mind, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m pretty beat and that bed upstairs is calling my name,” Kenzie says a few minutes later.

“Of course. There should be everything you need in the bedroom, but if something is missing, let me know and I’m sure I can figure out where Julie keeps whatever it is you might need. The bathroom should be fully stocked as well, but if you need something let me know. I’ll be in the room just to the left of your room. I’ll be heading up in the next few minutes as well.”

“Thank you Nicholas. Is there anything you need before I go upstairs?”

“No, I’m fine. I’ll take a couple bottles of water up with me and my medicine.”

Kenzie takes our glasses to the kitchen before heading upstairs, while I sit back on the couch for a few minutes and try to figure out how the hell I’m going to get through tonight without having a nightmare. I wish like hell this wasn’t an issue, but it’s rare for me to not have one and if I didn’t have it last night, it’s almost guaranteed I will have another tonight. After a few minutes I realize there is nothing I can so I go to my room and change into something I can sleep in. Before heading upstairs to the guest room, I stop in my office and grab my laptop taking it upstairs with me. I don’t know that I’ll be able to get much work done, but perhaps if I can distract myself, I might avoid having a nightmare.

When I get to the top of the stairs, I pause at the closed door of the room Kenzie is sleeping in tonight. I don’t know why I stop but I find myself wanting to go into her room. Walking into the room next to hers, I

shake my head. I turn on the laptop and wait for it to start while scrolling through emails on my phone to see what I have missed in the last 24 hours. Of course, I have dozens of emails that I haven’t read, let alone responded to since I left for the dinner last night.

I’m reading through an email from Alex about a company that we’ve been considering taking on for over a month now, when I hear the shower water start. It takes me a moment to realize that Kenzie must be getting into the shower in the ensuite just on the other side of my room. Of course my mind goes into overdrive; knowing she is in the shower I can’t not picture her naked in there. I imagine her standing under the hot water, her pale skin turning pink from the heat of the water, the water cascading down her beautiful body. It takes everything in me not to rush into her room, open the bathroom door and walk into the shower with her…

I wouldn’t bother to take my clothes off but would wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her against me until she could feel just what she does to me. Unlike the kiss at the awards dinner, I take full control of this one: my lips are firm against hers, she gasps in surprise as I take full advantage and slip my tongue into her mouth. I explore her mouth while my hands explore every inch of her body that I can reach. She tugs at my hair, pulling me closer to her as she becomes more aroused.

My hands find her perfect breasts; she moans against my lips when I tease her hardened nipples. She tugs my pants down, freeing my dick which is begging for her attention. I groan into her mouth when she takes me in her hand… I’m so close to coming, it takes everything in me to hold it back. I haven’t been this out of control since I was a teenager. I’ve never been so turned by a woman; I want nothing more than to plunge deep inside her and stay there all night.

Reminding myself that Kenzie deserves more than that, I force my attention back to Kenzie. My gaze goes down her beautiful body, taking her in completely for the first time. I touch her everywhere and it’s still not enough. Her body is screaming for me, begging me for attention. My fingers leave her nipple and slowly move down to her pussy. She gasps when I apply the slightest pressure to her clit. Her back arches, pushing her tits against my chest as I slide my fingers through her slick folds. She grips my dick tighter, pumping it as she begins to rock her hips against me. Our breathing is heavy, we’re both moaning loudly as we both get closer to our releases.

“Fuck… KENZIE!” I gasp as I come, having been so caught up in my fantasy that I was pleasuring myself, while imagining it was Kenzie’s hand on my dick.

The shower water is no longer on. I have no idea how long I was lying in bed imagining her in the shower. I can’t remember the last time I had to jack myself off. I can usually control myself. I don’t know how to stop thinking about her like this. I need to keep things professional between us and can’t risk her finding out that I’m thinking about her like this. The last thing I need is for her to be disgusted by me and cancel our arrangement. I need to find a way to stop thinking about her.

Shaking my head, I head into my own shower, hoping that will clear my thoughts. Getting lost in the water seems to help, at least a little. My thoughts return to the last email Alex had sent about the company I desperately want to work with.

I leave the shower and return to my bed to begin responding to emails now that my mind is more focused. My alarm on my phone goes off, I quickly take the medicine and return to work. I’m glad I’m beginning to feel better, although I really don’t think Kenzie needed to stay the weekend. I think my mom overreacted but I can’t possibly tell her that. I lose myself in work, responding to emails and reviewing financial spreadsheets until I can’t think straight any longer.

“No! Please… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… Ow! STOP!!! Please… please… you’re hurting me… ”

I jump out of bed, ignoring the dizziness that threatens to force me back down when I hear Kenzie calling out. I can’t move fast enough, I race out the door and down the hall to her room. There’s less than 50 feet between our doors but it seems like it takes forever to get to her room. Thankfully she left the door unlocked; I don’t know that I have the energy to break it down right now and hell if I know where Carter keeps the keys.

“Stop… please… please… ” Kenzie is whimpering when I finally reach her bed, and I try calling out to her but she doesn’t answer me. I don’t know if she hears me; I assume she is having a nightmare because it’s obvious no one is hurting her right now. I sit on the bed next to her, trying to determine what I should do next. I can’t leave her like this though. I can’t sit here and listen to her crying.

“Ow! Ow! Please… stop… I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cries and I know I need to do something.

I slide myself down, lying next to her and pull her close to me. Her body stiffens at my touch, but I just hold her close to me whispering in her ear that she is safe. It takes several long minutes but finally her crying seems to lessen with only the occasional sob coming out.

“Kenzie… it’s okay, baby. No one will hurt you again. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” I whisper while rubbing her back trying to reassure her that she is safe.

“Nicholas? What… How…?” she tries to pull away from me a few minutes later when she finally wakes up but I don’t let go of her.

“You had a nightmare.”

“I’m sorry I woke you… I… it was probably from that movie we watched earlier.”

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“Uh… I was reading a book-” “Stop,” I plead.