Chapitre 7: ONE NIGHT STAND

The room was the same as hers, expect it smelt of his cologne and there was a suitcase on the floor.

And then there was no time for further observation because he turned her to him and finally there was the bliss of his mouth. It was the roughest ever kiss and it tasted divine. His tongue, his lips, his hands, the hunger in him was so consuming that there was no room for thought. She hadn't been kissed like this since—well, since for ever. It's been long she felt this way. His tongue was wicked, his hands pressing into her head and his body just primed and ready, because she could feel him.

She ached to feel him, so much so that the three garments of clothing she'd assumed he was wearing—was it only this morning?—were being unbuttoned and unzipped by Kylie as his mouth never left her face.

He briefly halted her, long enough to retrieve his wallet, because of course he carried condoms, and she watched as he quickly put one on and so thick and hard was he that she played with him for a moment as he removed her dress.

She heard a brief tear and knew she would be up all week sewing Alora's dress as it was now a white puddle on the floor.

She'd think about that later. Right now she was concentrating on him as his tongue met with her ear and she just about came in midair at the thought of him inside her.

Her bra was gone. She knew that because his mouth was on her breast as his hands slid her panties down.

And then she felt herself being lifted.

Not just onto him, but lifted out herself.

Out of grief, out of control, out of everything she knew.

Her shoulders met the wall and then he entered her and filled her, so rapidly and completely that it hurt enough to shout.

'Yes,' he said, and his mouth moved under her hair and his fingers met the back of her neck as he ground into her.

Kylie wasn't so used to being taken. A bit of foreplay might have been nice, but then she'd never been so close to coming in her life.

She was throughly rattled in the nicest of ways. He just kept thrusting in and she held on to her own hands behind his neck and then of her own accord was grinding down.

It felt amazing.

Just that.

It felt so amazing that he knew, more than she did herself, about what she liked.

Oh, she liked it rough.

She liked the intensity of him and the deep, rapid thrusts and the way he stopped kissing her and stared her down.

He felt the tension and thank God for that because he was past consideration. He still could the clamp of her thighs around him and the heat of her centre and had moved to the point of no return just as she started to pulse.

He loved orgasms, he met them regularly, but there was something so intense about hers, something so intrinsically matched to his, that she drove him on to more.

To get back to her mouth and rougher kisses and deeper thrusts and then he felt it, the slight collapse of her spinal column and the slump of her shoulders as she rested on her head on his and he knew she was smiling.

Even as he shot the last of himself into her, he knew she was smiling and somehow that made smile too.

No guilt, no regret, they met each other's eyes and kissed again but without haste this time.

Then he took her to bed and they lay there for a moment before she was back to his mouth, down to his hips, and they did it all over again.

And again.

Despite sleeping for an hour, Ken woke up before sunrise.

Just as he always did.

Even if he went back to sleep afterwards, his body clock still dictated that he watch the sun come in.

He glanced at the clock and it was just after four and he knew where he needed to be.

Where they needed to be.

'Kylie,' he said. 'Kylie...' He watched her slowly stretched her body. 'Get dressed...'

She could have, given the circumstances, assumed her use-by date had expired and she was being drown out, but he gave her a kiss to awaken her and told her to hurry as he picked up the phone.

Her Spanish was well..., it wasn't, but she knew the word 'coffee' when she heard it in any language.

'Where are we going?' She asked as, doing up her espadrilles in the elevator, they made their way down.

'You need to see more of this city.'

'At 4:30 am?'

'We could do it tomorrow if you'd stay another night.'

He hoped she would stay another night but they both knew that that wasn't happening.

Kylie blinked as the doorman handed them takeout coffees and Ken took her hand and they walked to a car.

'You've hired a car.'

He didn't answer and when she got in she realised that it wasn't a hire car because there were coffee cups and papers and it looked pretty much like inside hers.

'Just how long are you here for?' She started to ask.

'Ask no questions,' he said.

Yes, she reminded herself, that was what they were about—fun, freedom...

And yet he intrigued her.

He spoke Spanish and he drove like a local through the dim city streets and she drank her coffee and tired to get her brain into gear.

'Come on.'He parked the car and took her hand and she was happy to just go with the adventure.

Without him she'd still be asleep.

Instead, she was wide awake, walking up a hill and wondering what the hell was going on, and she remembered it was one of those days.

There was a tiny fracture to her mind, an angry inward curse that she could have made it through almost forty minutes of being awake without remembering the day that it was.

This is collserola,' Ken explained. 'It is a national park—the green jewel of Madrid...

And it wasn't exclusively here for them because, as they climbed the hill, Kylie found herself behind a group of tourists and it became clear as they chose their spot and sat on mossy ground that this was the place to be at sunrise.

And it was.

The city twinkled its night lights, the cars weaved in orange lines and beyond that, slowly, the dark ocean started to turn to blue as around them woodland came to life.

'It's amazing,' she said, and then turned to him but Ken didn't answer.

He sat watching and tried to tell himself he shouldn't have brought her, that he should feel guilt. Oh, there it was, this clutch of guilt in his chest had arrived. He had no issues with last night; it was the morning he was wresting with.

And kylie didn't notice his lack of answer because as the world came to light she was on the edge of crying.

I miss you every single day

I miss you this every second

Not just every second

Not every moment.

And sometimes moments turns into hours but I still you every single day and will forever.

How can that be? both wondered.

When did the seconds start to Join up? when did that first full minute devoid of grief arrive and your leaving go unthought of for an hour?

At what point did a cruel world start to turn beauutful?

'To think I could have left without seeing this.' Kylie broke the strange silence they were wrapped in and he turned then and looked at her.

And the clutch of guilt in his chest released.

It just went.

He would regret it later, Ken decided.

Right now they shared a kiss.

A deep kiss that chased her softly to the ground and she could feel damp grass beneath bare shoulders and for them everything was all with the world.

It was a kiss unlike last night's, soft and tender, and she opened her eyes in the middle and saw his closed and wondered how it might be to be loved by this man.

It felt as if she was, it was the strangest glimpse of it. Her hands were in his hair and his mouth was still over hers, and if there hadn't been a lot of tourists present and two hundred cameras clicking, he would have made love to her Kylie knew.

He would have pulled off her dress and just slipped into her.

She'd never come to a kiss, but the deep, sensual press of his mouth persisted. The roam of his hands was gentle, pressing into the side of her. In public, somehow shielded, she just came to private thoughts that she dared not examine and he nearly did too just feeling her slight rise and then the stillness in his arms.

It was long, lingering kiss that had to stop and as his lips left hers she looked up into his eyes and she wished she could stay here forever.

So did he.

Of course they couldn't.

'We have to get back,' he said, and waited for the clutch of guilt to return but it has escaped.

'We do.'

It was rather odd to step back into normally.

This time she pressed the lift button for her floor and there were others in there with them. When they arrived at her floor they shared a sort of odd wave as Kylie got out.

Oh my, she thought as she saw the damage to Alora's dress. There were grass stains up the back, a tear near the bust, and then she looked at her face.

Yikes.

She looked as if she had spent the night having torrid sex with a stranger.

She had!