Kiss Me Quick: Insta Love BBW Steamy Sweet Wedding Romance (Tie the Knot Book 1)

by Piper Cook

  I grab my phone and wallet then lean over to stuff my purse under the passenger seat. My shirt edges up above my waist as I stretch to get the bag completely out of sight. When I straighten, I notice Liam watching my every move. His eyes darken and a tinge of pink peeks over the top of his shirt collar. A tremor of heat moves through my body at lightning speed.

  I might be as daring as Amy after all. There’s a first time for everything.

  “Got everything you need?” Liam asks as I exit the car.

  I nod and he shuts the door behind me then offers an elbow. I graciously thread my arm through his and we walk toward the noisy bar. The place is packed. I should have expected as much since it’s a Friday night. Liam takes my hand, and we weave through the crowd searching for a table or bar stool. We find one seat at the bar with room for Liam to stand.

  “Not ideal for eating,” I say.

  “What?” Liam leans closer. The noise level is hardly favorable for conversation.

  “Want to get a drink and see if a table opens up, or go somewhere else?”

  I’m inches from his neck. I hadn’t noticed his cologne before, but he smells heavenly. Like clean, outdoors with a touch of spice heavenly. I drag a long breath of him into my lungs and enjoy the intoxicating aroma. I’m nearly drunk on him when his warm breath brushes against my ear. His deep voice resonates through my body making a bee line to my throbbing femininity.

  “I’m good right here. We can order something. You’re hungry.”

  He has no idea how hungry I am. For him.

  “What’ll you have?” The bartender plops two napkins in front of us.

  “Rangpur Gin & Tonic,” I practically yell across the bar.

  “Whiskey neat. Could we get a food menu?” Liam motions to the stack of menus on the back bar.

  The bartender grabs a menu for us to share. Liam huddles close so we can both see it in the dim light. His arm circles the top of my seat with his hand protectively between my shoulder and the next bar patron. My right shoulder lightly brushes against his chest. The thin fabric of his shirt is not enough to diminish the muscled, smooth skin just below the surface.

  His heart beats faint, but steady against my arm. His head is bent over my shoulder and I can feel his breath float across my ear. I lean closer to him and want to bury myself in the crook of his neck. His thumb plays over the curve of my upper arm triggering delicious micro spasms that cascade through me. It’s difficult to focus on anything but Liam and keeping my heart rate steady.

  “Anything appeal to you?”

  Most definitely.

  If tequila makes a woman’s clothes fall off, Liam’s rugged, seductive voice in my ear could cause my clothes go up in flames. Listening to him read the dictionary would turn me on. I tilt my chin up. Our eyes meet and our lips are so close I can almost taste him.

  “Lots,” I answer. My eyes waver between his supple lips and his shadowed eyes. My tongue darts out instinctively to moisten my lower lip.

  “Tell me what you like.” His eyes drift to my lips for a fleeting moment. “Salty or sweet?”

  “Both,” I barely make out.

  “Smooth or creamy?” He leans his body in closer, his wide hand skimming my knee.

  “Both,” I say on repeat. My body trembles as his hand moves to my inner thigh burning a path along my leg.

  “Anything else?” He wraps his hand around my thigh. His fingertips grasp so close to where I need and want him so desperately.

  “What else is on the menu?” My voice falters. Damp heat fills my lungs and spreads toward my extremities. His lip twitches into a slight grin.

  He leans closer, this time his lips touch my ear. When his lips brush lightly over my earlobe, every hair on my body stands at attention. I squirm in my seat, acutely aware of the slick dampness at my core. My heart pounds against my chest. It feels so tight it’s difficult to breath.

  “Anything you want,” he whispers.

  “Whiskey neat and G&T for the lady.” The bartender slides our drinks across the bar. He interrupts at either the most inopportune time or the exact moment I need to hit reset and assess the situation. “Read to order?”

  It takes me a split second to remember Amy’s words of advice. I pull the wallet from my pocket and slide my credit card across to the bartender without breaking contact with Liam.

  “Tab us out, please.”

  Chapter 8

  Liam

  The last thing I expected tonight is Nicole. She’s quick witted, independent, and beautiful. She’s not looking for a free ride, but I’m prepared to give her the ride of our lives.

  She gathers up her credit card, slides off the bar seat, and presses herself into me. It’s all I can do to keep my hands from roving over her curves in all the publicly inappropriate places. Right now, my pants have a stranglehold on my balls. I’ve never gotten so worked up by a woman so fast. Nicole has my desire hanging by a thread.

  “Ready?” She glides her hand along my waist, around my hips and then gives my ass a pat. My manhood lurches at the chance to press into her belly. Heat spreads to every pore of my body while my thudding heart rings in my ears. We need to get out of here now.

  I kiss Nicole’s forehead while gathering what little restraint I have left, then swiftly lead her through the crowd and out of the bar. This is the one time I’m grateful for an oversized truck that doesn’t fit in parking spaces close to the building. The far end of the parking lot is secluded and shadowy. I skip past her car and lead her straight to the passenger door of my truck.

  I open the door and scoop Nicole up into the seat. She scoots to the edge of the seat facing me and pulls my chest close to her, straddling me with her legs. I pull her close and rest my forehead on hers. I’m about to cross a threshold I may never recover from.

  “Are you sure about this, Nicole.”

  “Yes,” she breathes, and I’m lost in her lips as passion overtakes us.

  Our tongues play a game of cat and mouse until we find the perfect rhythm of give and take, tangling together in a sensual dance. I cup my hands under her ass and hike her up onto my hips. She squeezes her thighs around me so tightly my cock nearly explodes under the pressure.

  I pull away from her lips, gasping for breath. The fresh air burns a path to my lungs. My heart crashes against my heaving chest as I gather in deep breaths. There’s so much more I want from Nicole than a parking lot quickie.

  “We can’t do this here.” My body doesn’t agree. It wants what it wants and there’s no stopping a runaway train. Nicole wiggles her hips, grinding into my already raging hard-on. I grit my teeth, trying to stay in control of my own body. I haven’t shot my wad in my jeans since I was a horny teenager. I have no intention of doing that now. “Nicole.”

  She silences my strained plea with an intoxicating kiss, striking a nerve that sends wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I’m torn between wanting to ravage her here and now or make passionate, all-consuming love to her for eternity. Can there be both?

  I untangle her legs from my body and her feet slide to the ground. My legs shake and arms tremble with want. Our breathing comes hard and fast and I hold her close to my chest, cupping her jaw in my hand. I nibble and lick across her bee stung lips then rest my head on her forehead.

  “I want you Nicole, with every fiber of my being. But I want more of you than right here.”

  “My place is close.” Her hooded eyes are nearly hidden under her thick, long lashes. “Amy’s out for the night.”

  I scoop her up, settling her into the passenger seat then sprint around to the driver’s side. One look at her nestled into the seat beside me is all it takes to know I want her beside me for longer than one night. She props her arm onto the center console palm side up. I waste no time twining my fingers through hers.

  “Where to?” I already know I’ll follow her anywhere.

  Chapter 9

  Nicole

  This is not how I expected tonight to unfold. Have a drink, some
appetizers, meet men, go home and what? The usual? Snack on popcorn or ice cream while I watch TV or read then go to bed alone. Again. Just me and my faithful vibrator. The last I checked Liam didn’t come with replaceable batteries or a two-prong plug-in.

  The sight of our fingers laced together squeezes at my heart. His thumb caresses over my skin and it’s soothing, calming. It dawns on me that the nervousness and uncertainty I felt earlier is completely gone. I may have used Amy’s words to bolster my confidence earlier this evening, but inviting Liam home with me came naturally. I might not know details about him, but that’s only a matter of time. I do know he sets my body on fire when he looks at me. He burns me to the ground with his touch.

  “Take a left at the light.” I pipe up as we approach an intersection. “What do you do for fun Liam?”

  “Is this the speed dating lightning round?” He chuckles and lifts my hand to his lips. He kisses across my knuckles and lightning quick goosebumps fly up my arm.

  “Maybe,” I tease.

  “Work is my hobby at the moment. I.T.’s my day job. Getting a startup software development business off the ground takes the rest of my time.”

  “I see. You’re one of those people.” I laugh and he looks at me and cocks an eyebrow.

  “One of those people?”

  “Yeah. Geniuses who make us mere mortals feel like we’re stuck in the stone age. Technology and I don’t go together.” I laugh recalling the countless times my brother has had to troubleshoot computer glitches with me over the phone. “If there’s a way to screw up a computer, trust me, I can do it. I’m gifted that way.”

  “I think you’re gifted in ways that are much more fun than computers.” He kisses my hand again and it feels heavenly to be doted on by him. “Besides, I think we go together perfectly. You have a magnetic draw to you that can’t keep me away.”

  Heat flashes up my neck into my cheeks. I’m a little embarrassed on the spot, but my tummy flip flops in the most delicious way.

  “Second street on the right and then left into the first parking lot.” I use the few seconds giving directions to regain my composure. “What if I told you I’m a pet groomer with a horde of cats and my hobby is eating?”

  Liam doesn’t flinch. Instead, he surprises me by throwing out the most outlandish reply to my click bait question.

  “It’s a good thing I like pussy.” He winks and lets out the sexiest chuckle imaginable. I almost double over in laughter.

  “Oh, I like you,” I finally manage to get out between laughs.

  “I like you, too. A lot.” Liam gives my hand a squeeze and pulls into a parking spot. “Let’s go meet your—cats.”

  I quickly scan the parking lot for Amy’s car just in case she changed her mind about her knight in shining armor. I turn and Liam slides his muscled arms around my thighs pulling me to the edge of the seat. I part my legs so his upper body fits close to mine. He looks into my eyes more seriously than a few seconds ago.

  “Are you still up for me coming in? You say the word and we stop.”

  He pierces through the armor around my heart that I thought was impenetrable. Liam feels more permanent and stable than one night or temporary fling. My brain buzzes, warning me not to get too invested, but it’s too late. He’s already infiltrated a part of me I never thought I could share with someone. And it’s so easy and natural with him.

  “I don’t want to stop, Liam.”

  He kisses me and tucks his hands under my butt then lifts me out of the truck wrapping my legs around his waist. My heart swells, feeling completely pampered and secure in his arms.

  “I’m not letting you carry me like this.”

  “We’ll see about that.” He smirks, pivots, and heads in the direction of the building. “Which one is yours?”

  I nod in the direction of the building directly over my left shoulder. I giggle and press a kiss to his cheek then nibble my way to his ear.

  “We won’t make it inside if you keep that up,” he growls. His guttural tone and the proximity of his bulging masculinity near my body’s core causes my insides to quiver.

  “Then you better hurry,” I whisper near his ear.

  “Where’s the key?” he practically hisses. The tension in his voice rings clear. He’s as tightly wound as I am.

  “Front pocket.” I continue kissing him, fingering the nape of his neck while lacing my fingers through his hair.

  My back rests against the face of the apartment front door. He reaches around to untangle my legs from his waist, lowering me to the ground. He grabs my hips, pulling me closer then slides his hand across my tummy, over my zipper and presses firmly over my aching mound.

  I suck in a ragged breath. It’s been so long since a man touched me. I could come with him touching me through my clothes. I shiver imagining what he can do when we’re skin to skin. I grind into him moaning as soon as he moves his hand to pluck the keys from my pocket. My lips crush against his and all I want is to feel his weight on my body, buried deep inside me, stretching me until the ache between my legs becomes delicious torture.

  As soon as the door opens, I stumble through, never breaking contact with Liam. He quickly turns me to face the closed door, lifting and spreading my arms above my head. Fiery heat blazes between our bodies stoking the flames deep within my soul.

  His hands snake down my arms leaving a cascading string of goosebumps in their wake. I tremble under his touch, loving every deliberate caress. His hands glide down the curve of my waist to the curve of my hips.

  My breath catches and I let out a mewling cry. Another gush of wetness dampens my panties. He’s barely touched me, and I’m lost in the wild pounding of my needy heart. The throb between my legs escalates with every caress.

  His hot breath singes my neck. Another wave of goosebumps tickles my flesh. I press into his groin. His chest rumbles as a strangled groan escapes his lips.

  “Please don’t stop Liam,” I gasp on ragged breath.

  “Tell me what you want, Nicole. Everything you want.” He nibbles kisses down the side of my neck.

  “Touch me.” I crook my elbow around my head and tangle my fingers in his hair.

  His right-hand glides over the front of my jeans and up my tummy. The other skims up the front of my shirt to cup my breast. He deftly slips my breast from the fabric and thumbs the beaded tip. I let go of the door frame and lean my head into him. Wanting, needing so much more than his touch.

  He nudges my thighs apart with this knee and I find the zipper of my jeans and edge it down. Then slip I my hand over his and guide it down my tummy into the lace of my panties. His fingers glide between my swollen lips and my legs begin to tremble.

  “You’re so fucking hot and wet,” he hisses out with clenched teeth. His fingers slip through my folds, swirling until he’s driving me to the edge of insanity. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  His words send my insides spiraling. He presses his palm over my mound and gently flicks over the hooded nub nestled between my swollen lips. I come hard and fast, trembling under his touch. He wraps an arm around my waist, steadying me against his solid body.

  I’ve come undone in more ways than one. My body exposed to Liam and my heart treacherously close to unraveling. Liam scoops my shivering body up into his protective arms, holding me close to his pounding chest.

  “Which room is yours?”

  Chapter 10

  Liam

  Nicole lies back on the bed with her dark hair splayed across the sheet. Her smokey eyes drunk with passion focus on my every move. I’m at war with my raging testosterone. My body wants to ravage her as quickly as possible for instant gratification. My mind and heart need more. I need to take my time with her, drink in every drop of her. I need to make her mine.

  I glide my hands over her shins, past her knees, and over the curve of her luscious thighs until I can dip my thumbs into her jeans and slide them over her beautiful curves. She parts her legs and bends her knees, placing herself on full display f
or me. She crooks her finger and curls it toward her, encouraging me to meet her on the bed.

  She’ll tempt me to the brink of desire, but I swear I’ll give Nicole everything she asks for. I shrug off my jeans and pull my shirt over head then crawl slowly over the sheet until I’m nestled in the crook of her womanhood. She sucks in a breath and watches my every move, then locks me within the grip of her creamy thighs.

  I lean over her, encasing her head with forearms resting on the bed. I wipe a stray strand of hair from her cheek and dip to kiss along her jawline.

  “Tell me what you want baby,” I murmur while continuing with nibbling kisses down the length of her neck. Her moans lick at my cock, hardening me to excruciating, yet pleasurable pain.

  “Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me hard and long.” She writhes under me, squirming to close the distance between her weeping slit and my rock hard shaft.

  “Baby, I’ll love you with every inch of my body, but what we’re about to do is beyond fucking.”

  “Don’t tease.” Her words are breathless and desperate. “It’s been so long. Please, I need you now before I break.”

  I rise above her and see her pained face. She bites her lips, and her brows crease as she strains to reach for me. Her fingernails claw at backside. My heart splinters into a thousand pieces and her pleasure is my only desire.

  “I’ll love you so hard we’ll peel the paint off the walls.”

  I ease her thighs apart and slick my shaft across her center, dipping between her silken folds. She’s slick and swollen, primed for me to claim her. I nudge the head in, and she lets out a guttural moan. If she keeps this up, I’ll come before I’m halfway in.

  “More,” she cries out. She fists the sheet in one hand and desperately urges me forward with the other.

  “Ready?” There’s a line between taking things slow and going too fast. That line is so blurred I can’t think straight. I don’t wait for her reply and plunge deep into the well of her womanhood, straining for some semblance of control. But the time for control is long gone.