Kinkade, Lea - Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not? [The Chisholms of Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lea Kinkade

  Guiding her up the driveway to her front steps, Xander splayed his hand over her lower back with his fingers resting just above her ass cheeks again. He was staking his claim. Taking the key from her and unlocking the door, Xander waited to see if she would invite him in. He wasn’t expecting her to, but he was hopeful. As he opened the door for her, he asked her if he could check to make sure the house was safe. She nodded, and he headed into the house ahead of her, taking a look in all the rooms to verify that they were alone and that nobody had been in the house during their absence.

  “Do you want a beer or a cup of coffee?” asked Jordan. “I still have beer here from…before.”

  “Angel,” he answered, “I really just want you. I want to love on you. I want to make love to you.” He was tired of pretending and just wanted her to know how he felt.

  Her back was to him, as she had gotten up and headed into the kitchen when she had asked if he wanted a drink. She stopped abruptly, and he thought she was going to tell him to get out. Instead, she slowly turned around and breathlessly said, “Okay.”

  He stared at her in shock. He hadn’t really expected she would say yes so soon. She went to the front door, locked it, and turned off both the outside light and the living-room light, leaving them in darkness that was only relieved by the light of the streetlamp outside. She took his hand in hers and led him slowly through the darkened house to her bedroom, where she let go of his hand to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. He stood uncertainly just inside the bedroom door.

  She sat on the side of the bed and removed her sandals. Going over to him, she stopped when they were barely an inch apart. He could feel the heat coming off her body. Xander just stared at her, at a loss, not really knowing what she expected him to do. “Are you gonna kiss me or not?” she asked softly.

  Bending to her, he put one arm around her ass and another behind her shoulders as he picked her up. Her legs spider-monkeyed around his waist, ratcheting her skirt up over her thighs, her wet pussy covered only by the bit of silk she wore. Her arms went around his shoulders, hands delving into the hair at the nape of his neck. Carrying her over to the bed, Xander told her in a throaty voice, “Oh, I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than kiss you, angel. Just wait and see.”

  Setting her on her feet next to the bed, Xander pulled his shirt off as Jordan watched him raptly. Jordan took one step closer to him, then another. When she was only inches away from his body, she reached out with both hands to stroke his chest. Her nipples tightened, stabbing through her barely-there bra and the front of her blouse. Her skin was flushed with desire, and he had felt how wet and warm her pussy was through his shirt while she was wrapped around him.

  She reached for the bottom of her blouse and slowly raised it over her head. It rasped against her nipples as she shrugged it off her body. A flash of lust flared in his eyes. Her hands shook as she let her hands reach for the waistband of her skirt, pushing it over her hips and letting it flutter to the floor around her ankles. His arms reached around her to the fastening of the black lace confection she was wearing as a bra. As the bra came undone, he allowed it to slip between his fingers to the floor.

  Xander knelt on the floor in front of her. Lifting his hands to her hips, he grabbed the sides of her black silk thong between his thumb and forefinger, letting the rest of his fingers trail over her ass cheeks as he drew it down her body. Standing back up, he took her hand and gently helped her to step away from her skirt and panties.

  “One of us is decidedly overdressed,” she said shakily. Her hands moved to the front of his jeans, and she quickly dealt with the button. She slid the zipper down next, careful to avoid his impressive erection pressing to escape the confines of his jeans. She grabbed the jeans and his briefs with her hands on each side of his waist and pushed them down over his lean hips and muscled thighs. As she knelt on the floor to pull his jeans the rest of the way down his toned legs, she came face-to-face with his erection as it bobbed up to rest against his rock-hard abs. He stepped out of his jeans and boxer briefs, naked and wanting.

  Grabbing her hand in his, he pulled her back to her feet and up into his body, both hissing at the sensation of being skin to skin. He knew she could feel his erection pulsing against her stomach, telling her how much he wanted her.

  Sliding his hands up the sides of her body to her bare breasts, he gently reached in with his thumbs and strummed her tight nipples. The dusky-pink nubs tightened even further. Thumbs stroking her nipples, he pulled her to him and took her mouth in a sizzling-hot kiss. No part of her mouth was left untouched. He took complete possession of her with his lips and tongue. She groaned in delight.

  Jordan’s arms went around his waist, her hands sweeping up and down his torso, down around his hips, up his back to his shoulders, never stopping in their circuitous route.

  “Your ass is phenomenal, so hard and tight.” Touching his ass caused his rock-hard cock to jerk between their bodies, inflaming both of them further.

  Breaking their kiss, he rasped, “I need to be inside you right now.” He led her over to the bed, picked her up, and placed her in the middle of the light-blue comforter, her gorgeous black hair spread out on the pillows around her. Her eyes were half closed and filled with passion. He climbed into bed with her and spread her legs apart with the inexorable movement of his knees moving in between her thighs.

  Now wide open to him, Jordan reached for Xander’s shoulders. He leaned down and placed another drugging kiss on her lips, holding her hands out to her sides, locking his fingers with hers. He moved into position, the head of his cock at the lips of her hot pussy.

  Pushing his hard length into her tight sheath, he had just gotten past her outer lips, when he rasped, “Fuck, Jordan, you’re still so tight.” He forced himself to retreat and reached into the bedside table and grabbed the tube of lubricant he knew was there. Opening the tube, he quickly lubed his massive erection. Once again he pushed his wide cock past her outer lips, not stopping until he reached her core, where the heated walls of her pussy grabbed him like a vise. He tried to concentrate on keeping it slow and easy. His jaw clenching with the effort, Xander stroked his cock into her cunt at a steady rhythm.

  “Deeper,” Jordan cried. “Harder. Fuck me, Xander.”

  Xander pulled out of her sweet heat and pushed her knees up to her chest. Covering her, he pushed his stiff rod into her tight pussy, deeper and harder, just as she had begged him to. Both were breathing hard, gasping for breath. Jordan’s breath whooshed out of her in time with Xander’s hard thrusting. His hands gripped her knees as he repeatedly pushed into her body. He fucked into her hard, thrusting into her repeatedly.

  With one final thrust, he groaned out his release, pushing into her to the hilt as his cum spurted deep into her body. As she screamed out her climax, her body spasmed in pleasure as her pussy tightened on his cock like a tight glove.

  Still between her spread thighs, he rolled with her onto his back so that she was on her knees over him with his still semi-hard cock lodged deep inside her. Resting her chest on his, their legs entwined, they lay there quietly as their breathing returned to normal. Jordan’s hands crept up to his shoulders as she caressed his muscular biceps. His hands swept up and down her back, running over the globes of her ass and thighs, gentling her.

  “God, angel. That was unbelievable.” Xander pulled her body tightly to his as he listened to her breathing return to normal.

  After several minutes, Xander felt his cock coming back to life, where it was still cocooned deep within her pussy. His hands cupped the back of her head and brought her lips to meet his, taking her mouth in another decadent kiss designed to ramp up her desire. He rolled her onto her back where he rested between her spread thighs.

  Xander began to thrust his throbbing cock in and out of her pussy, which was slick with their combined juices. Her body now wide open to him, he began to push and pull his hard length in and out of her heat. Her passion building quickly, she wrapped her arms around hi
s strong shoulders, holding his chest tightly to hers. Her nipples, tight with arousal, stabbed into his hard muscular chest.

  Xander continued to piston in and out of her pussy, his movements gaining momentum. He reached a hand between their bodies, fingering her clit. Once, twice, and she cried out with her climax, moaning his name even as her pussy was clenching on his hard, thrusting cock. One more thrust and his own orgasms shot through him as he came inside her, shooting cum deep into her pussy.

  Gasping for breath, he rolled off her and onto his back. He gently pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her. He watched as, looking exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep. Xander pulled her spent body closer to him and let her sleep. Just before he joined her in sleep, he said the one thing he’d been wanting to say all night. “I love you, angel,” he whispered before sleep overtook him.

  Chapter 11

  Over the next several weeks, Xander romanced Jordan. They saw or talked to each other every day. Several times each day, usually. On her nights off, they often went to dinner or the movies. They spent most nights together, making love. When Jordan got off at 1:30 a.m., Xander would be at her house waiting for her in her bed. He would spend the night holding her and wake up early to get back to the Ranch by 8:00 a.m. He brought several changes of clothes and his toiletries to her house so he could get ready for work there. Many nights, Xander would just hold her in his arms while they slept. When Jordan got off at 10:00 p.m., she would drive out to the Ranch to Xander’s home, and they would spend hours making love. Jordan would stay over with Xander, get up when she was rested, and drive back to town to her place. She did work around the house and worked on her pottery until it was time to go to work or head to Xander’s.

  When Jordan had asked Xander about the charcoal sketch he’d had delivered with the lilacs, Xander told her about the art career he had been contemplating before his father had his stroke and he was called back to take over CRE. He had shown her some of his work from that time in his life and some of the drawings he had done since. He had even dabbled in sculpture. Jordan was stunned by his talent and told him so. She was sad for the artist in Xander that had had to take a back seat to the dutiful son who took the reins of the family business instead of following his dream.

  When she had a night off, Jordan occasionally cooked for Xander, usually at his place so that he could get to work early the next day. He had a state-of-the-art kitchen. Although Xander was a good cook himself—all of Cassie Chisholm’s children were good in the kitchen, at her insistence—he enjoyed Jordan’s cooking immensely. He also enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of that her doting on him engendered.

  Xander knew that Jordan had fallen in love with his house the first time she saw it. He was pretty proud of it himself, and he was glad she liked her future home. The house was built in the craftsmen style both inside and out. It was two stories with a large deck on the back of the house that overlooked a large oval in-ground swimming pool. A small creek ran across the back of the property. There were five bedrooms, including the master suite. The eat-in kitchen had stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. Xander knew that the master bath was especially dear to Jordan’s heart. It was huge and had a walk-in closet attached to it. There was a large spa-like bubble tub that fit two quite comfortably, dual sinks, and a huge shower with no less than twelve shower heads.

  While he knew Jordan loved the architecture, Xander knew she hated the decor. Jordan loved warm and jewel tones. She wore them a lot and liked them in all fabrics that she surrounded herself with. Xander had picked out everything in the house except for the paint on the walls and the fabrics. Looking at the rooms with an artist’s eyes, he could see that they were cold. The master bedroom and bathroom were done in a slate gray, with all the towels and the window coverings in a similar color. The other bedrooms were done in varying shades of cold blues and greens. Not a warm color in the bunch. Xander knew Jordan would have chosen warmer colors to make it more welcoming. She'd even told him she thought he'd gotten ripped off by the interior designer.

  It was the heat of midsummer, and things were going well. Xander had been waiting for the right time to ask Jordan to move in with him and had been looking at engagement rings. He wanted something special, so he went to see a jeweler in Corpus Christi who designed one-of-a-kind jewelry. After talking to the jeweler about what he wanted, the jeweler came up with a design that Xander knew was perfect for Jordan. Xander took possession of the ring and began to plan for the perfect time to ask Jordan to marry him.

  One evening, after the heat of the day had passed, they sat outside on the back deck eating the steak that Xander had grilled on the barbecue along with the baked potatoes and salad that Jordan had put together. Xander decided to raise the subject of her moving in with him.

  “Why don’t you move in here with me?” he asked abruptly, looking up hopefully from where he was cutting into his thick steak.

  “What?” Jordan exclaimed in surprise as she dropped her steak knife and fork onto the glass-top table. “What are you talking about?”

  “Why are you so surprised? Except for when we’re working, we’re together almost every minute of the day and night. You’re not even at your place much anymore except to work on your pottery or to sleep. There’s plenty of room here. You could use one of the bedrooms as your studio to do your pottery. Sure, you might lose your deposit for breaking your lease, but you won’t have any living expenses anymore anyway if you’re here with me.” Xander got his arguments out quickly before she could interrupt.

  “Where did this come from?” Jordan picked up her knife and fork and began cutting into her steak as a way to keep from looking at him. “We haven’t discussed living together even remotely. Things are going well between us. Why bring this up now?”

  “What? I should bring it up when we’re fighting?” Xander gave her a smile. Jordan smiled a small smile in response. They both knew they hadn’t had a single fight since they had begun to date openly.

  “Har. Har,” snorted Jordan. “I just don’t understand why you would bring this up now.”

  “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now,” he admitted. “I love you. I want to spend every minute I can with you.”

  Jordan’s stiff posture softened. “I love you, too. You know I do. I just think it’s a little too soon to talk about moving in together. That’s all.”

  “Jordan, I'm thirty-four years old. I’ve wasted most of the last twelve years of my life because of bitterness and regret. I don’t want to regret another second. I love having you here in my home. I want it to be our home. I want to wake up every morning holding you. I want to make love to you every night—twice a night, if you’ll let me.” Eying her, he gave her a lecherous grin.

  “I don’t know, Xander. It’s a big decision. In my mind, it’s also a big commitment. I don’t plan on being your live-in girlfriend for the rest of my life.” She looked uncomfortably at Xander and he wondered what she was thinking.

  Leaning back in his chair, Xander watched her with soft eyes. “I don’t want a live-in girlfriend. I want a friend, a lover, and when we’re both ready, I want a wife.”

  “I don’t know, Xander. What about my job? I would have a thirty-minute commute both ways. Right now, I stay in town when I get off at 1:30 a.m. I’m not sure I want to be driving out on the roads by myself at that time of the morning.”

  “I don’t want you on the roads at that time of the morning either. “But, with the decrease in your living expenses, you won’t need the same income. You could afford to just work the two-to-ten shift. You know the other bartenders would love giving up their turns at that shift to have a chance to earn more in tips.” He knew it was true. The other bartenders would love it if they didn’t need to take their turns with the afternoon shift. It was a pretty boring shift, and there were not a lot of tips.

  Both done eating, together they picked up their dirty dishes and took them through the patio doors into the kitchen, loading up the d
ishwasher. They worked well together—each knowing what tasks the other would perform in their clean-up effort.

  Thinking the discussion was going about as well as he could have hoped for, Xander went for broke. “Or, you could just quit working at Chaps & Spurs all together and concentrate on your pottery,” he said hopefully, with a slight wince at her expected retort.

  “I don’t know, Xander. This is all pretty sudden. I’m not saying ‘no,’ but just give me a few days to think about it, okay? And I will not be quitting my job totally, so just get that notion out of your head right now,” she retorted sternly.

  Happy with what appeared to be a large concession on her part, Xander pulled her into his arms and kissed her persuasively. “Let’s go into the bedroom, and we can ‘talk’ about it some more.” He leered at her suggestively. “Let me show you what having you here every night could be like.”

  Letting him pull her upstairs by the hand, Jordan giggled softly. “Okay. But, Xander, I hope you’re up to a little bit more than ‘talk.’”

  At the door to the master suite, Xander pulled her hand to his crotch and let her feel the hardness of his cock. He was always just seconds away from a hard-on when he was around her. Squeezing him gently, she looked up into his emerald-green eyes and said sassily, “Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

  “I'm gonna do a hell of a lot more than kiss you, angel.” His heated words and gaze promised sweet retribution.

  “Oh, goody.” She was breathless with anticipation. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “I’m going to make you come at least three times tonight. Four, if I get my way.”

  “Oh, I think I can handle that, studly. Show me.” He knew she enjoyed ordering him around, but tonight, that enjoyment would be short-lived.