New Year's Kiss (One Night in New York)

by Wilde, Jayn

  “Happy New Year, Haylee.”

  “Happy New Year, Kyle.”

  Kyle leaned down and brushed a soft kiss over her lips. He tasted of chocolate. She felt her whole body turn to mush at the contact of his soft lips against hers. Kyle swept another soft kiss against her mouth as he pulled her into him. When she felt his erection, she gasped and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He was gentle with her and she suddenly wanted more. She opened her mouth further, allowing him to tease her tongue with soft strokes of his own. Kyle’s arms tightened around her and she leaned into him.

  Haylee moaned and brought her hands up around Kyle’s neck. If this was all she would get tonight, she was going to take full advantage of it. She slid her hands back down and over his shoulders, desperate to feel as much of him as she could get away with. Kyle’s hands wandered down to the small of her back, just above her ass and she ground herself against him ever so slightly. He took it a step further, pressing her into him in response. Haylee felt her knees buckle and her head was fogged. She was completely lost in Kyle’s arms. Until the catcalls started, snapping her back to reality.

  Pulling herself back, Haylee looked up at Kyle’s face. The smile there made her feel as if she’d swoon.

  Swoon? WTH?

  Kyle’s arms still wrapped around her waist, he gradually pushed her backwards until they merged with a group of people dancing to Without You by David Guetta. They started to move slowly, in sync, their gazes fixed on each other. When the beat picked up, they started to move in a dance as old as time, grinding their hips against each other. Kyle’s hands moved from Haylee’s hips to her ass, caressing firmly. She broke their connection and slowly turned herself against his body, rubbing her back against his front. He wrapped his arms around her, crossing them in the front and keeping her close as their bodies moved as one.

  Haylee brought her arms up and hooked them behind his neck, gently pulling his head down. Tucking his head into her neck, Kyle nibbled on her ear lobe then planted soft kisses along her neck. He never missed a beat as he slid his hands from her stomach to her hips. Haylee felt the groan that escaped him, even though she couldn’t hear it. She couldn’t help but smile. This was turning out to be the night of her life.

  “Haylee?” His voice was low and husky in her ear.

  “Yes?”

  “Can you feel what you do to me?”

  “Oh, yes.” Haylee could barely answer, her breaths short and raspy.

  The song ended and another song came on that she didn’t recognize. The beat was fast and she realized Kyle had stepped away from her. Other dancers around them were throwing their hands out and bumping in to them. He grabbed her hand in his and turned her, then led her to a darkened corner.

  “Haylee, I need to tell you something.”

  “Oh?” Shit, he’s married. Or dying. Or moving. She could barely see in the darkness, except for the one nearby lamp that cast a glow on Kyle’s face. He had a seriousness about him that made her shudder.

  “I want you. Bad.” Haylee’s eyes practically popped and her mouth dropped open. Not what she had expected to hear. “I want to taste every inch of your skin and feel your soft fingers on my naked body. I know we just met, officially, tonight, but I have a confession.”

  “A confession…?” Haylee stammered. Her mind was slow to catch up as images of touching Kyle’s naked body were flitting through her head.

  “Jake has shown me pictures of you. I, um, have seen you before tonight.” Kyle ran his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. He was staring at her forehead, not looking in her eyes. She waited for a minute, to see if he’d say more. He did.

  Looking her straight in the eyes, Kyle squeezed the hand he was still holding. “I have dreamt of you for months. I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss you, to hold you, to feel your body pressed against mine. I’ve imagined what it would be like to slip inside of you and claim you as mine.”

  Oh. My. God.

  “I had to come tonight. I had to see you in person. To know for sure that you are real and that if things were different, I could’ve had a chance.”

  Hello. Planet. Earth.

  Haylee pulled her hand from his and stepped back. “If things were different? What the hell does that mean?” She couldn’t explain the anger that overcame her. Maybe it was an adrenaline crash. Maybe it was the fact that he had her floating on cloud nine, only to yank it out from under her.

  “If…Look, I leave for London in the morning.”

  “London? But…why?” Haylee could barely get the words out. A trip to London wasn’t a big deal, usually. His serious tone created an uncomfortable feeling that it wasn’t a short trip, but possibly a permanent move.

  “Jake and I signed a major company that is based in London. One of us has to go over there and work out all of the transitions from the old software to the new, integrations, employee training and so on. Since he’s married, the only other person to go is me.”

  Haylee couldn’t fault him. It was a million-dollar business deal and it sounded quite involved. Of course one of the software program’s developers would have to handle it. It all made perfect sense to her. Yet, she felt an overwhelming sense of loss. She’d come out tonight hoping for one amazing night with a stranger and that’s what she got. She couldn’t expect more. Yet, deep down, she wanted more with Kyle. At least a chance to explore the chemistry between them.

  Kyle tipped up her chin with his finger. “But, we could have tonight, Haylee.”

  Haylee gazed into his intense green eyes and considered what could happen if she shared just one night with this beautiful man. It would be amazing. It would be memorable. It would crush her after he was gone. Two out of three benefits. She’d worry about her heart later. Right now her body was making the decisions.

  “Just one night.” Haylee whispered. She had to make it clear that she didn’t expect more from him. She was a big girl. A one-night stand at her age wasn’t anything unusual. She just had to guard her heart. Make it only about the physical. Keep the personal stuff to a bare minimum. When Kyle cupped her face in his hands and stared in to her eyes, his own reflecting his desire to her, she realized that one night with him would be worth the heartache later.

  “I have my own room at the hotel.” When Haylee cocked her head, he continued. “I didn’t want to disturb everyone else when I have to leave at seven in the morning. I didn’t expect to need a private room, but now I am insanely happy I have one.” His smile lit his face.

  Haylee melted, she couldn’t help it. When he smiled at her like that, everything just went all mushy inside of her. The way his eyes sucked her in, she felt beautiful…wanted…sexy. She stepped on her tip toes and brought her lips close to his, “Let’s go. I want you right now.” She placed a gentle kiss on his lips and giggled at the expression on his face. It resembled the “deer in headlights” look of shock.

  Kyle grabbed her hand and led her back to their friends. Haylee suddenly realized that her friends were going to be well-aware of what they’d be doing when they left the pub. Heat infused her face as they got closer, but luckily, only Melissa and Jake were left. Everyone else had apparently gone on their own way for the night. Melissa gave a surreptitious thumbs-up and Jake winked at her, and then nodded at Kyle.

  “See you guys later.” Kyle called out as he directed Haylee to the exit.

  Getting a cab on New Year’s Eve was practically impossible, so they bundled up and made their way over to the hotel, swerving through the mobs of people wandering the streets. Kyle put his arm around her shoulder and tugged her close to his body. Haylee felt safe with him and wondered at herself for that. She didn’t know him all that well, after all. She knew Jake and trusted him implicitly which transferred over to Kyle a bit. But, now she was going back to a hotel with a stranger. One hot, gorgeous, amazing kisser-of-a-stranger. Before she voiced her doubts, however, he was guiding her in to the lobby of the hotel.

  While Kyle got his key from the fr
ont desk, Haylee mulled over the situation in her mind. Jake wouldn’t have let her go with Kyle if he was involved or was some kind of jerk. They were going to be in the same hotel as her friends, so she’d have somewhere to go if things got out of hand. And, she had promised herself one special night. By the time she talked herself back off the ledge, so to speak, Kyle was at her side, escorting her to the elevator. His hand slid down to her hip and sparked fresh desire through her.

  Yep. She was doing this. With Kyle. Tonight. Wow.

  Nerves churned in her stomach the entire ride upstairs. Kyle stood close and kept his body turned slightly toward her. There were a few other couples in the elevator, one of which was caught up in an intense lip lock. Their hands roamed one another and it was obvious they didn’t care that they were in public. The elevator stopped at the third floor and the other people got off, including the kissing couple. The girl looked back at Haylee and Kyle and winked while grabbing her man’s ass, then turned and walked away as the doors closed. Haylee looked at Kyle as he turned towards her, and she felt herself blush. He grinned at her and pulled her in front of his body, wrapping his thick arms around her waist. Even through their heavy coats, she could feel his erection.

  For a second, Haylee panicked. He had to be huge. What if it didn’t fit? A nervous giggle bubbled up from her throat and she tried to stifle it with her hand. The elevator dinged and they got out on the fifth floor. Her heart began to thump quickly as she followed Kyle to his room. This was not her. What was she thinking? Her body broke out in a sweat, her hands clammy, as Kyle slipped the card key from his pocket and reached for the electronic lock.

  She could stop now. She could simply go down the hall to her friend’s room. She thought for a second and realized she’d be alone…with Cara and the “kilt guys.” For some reason, the mental image of Cara and two almost-naked, kilt-wearing hotties caused a twinge between her legs. Sexual tension thrummed through her body as she followed Kyle in to his room.

  The door clicked behind her, but Haylee couldn’t bring herself to turn around. The room was dimly lit. She didn’t have to see anything to know he was standing right behind her. She could smell his cologne, hear his breathing and feel the heat emanating off of his body. He caused the tiny hairs on the back of neck to prickle and despite her nerves, she leaned back ever so slightly.

  “Would you care for something to drink?” Kyle’s warm breath grazed her ear.

  It was a simple question. Haylee wondered if some liquid courage would be needed or if she’d want to decline, staying sober enough to enjoy this night. The thought of being intimate with Kyle both excited her and scared her. Maybe just a sip of something she convinced herself.

  “Sure. Anything is fine.”

  Kyle came around her side and headed to the mini-fridge across the room. He took out a handful of small liquor bottles and held them up. “Vodka, Rum, Tequila?”

  Haylee wasn’t much of a drinker and all three options didn’t appeal to her. “Vodka,” she squeaked out. Clearing her throat, she said, “If you don’t mind.”

  Kyle flashed a smile at her. “Of course not. Sorry I don’t have anything better to offer.” He opened the fridge and brought out a small container of orange juice. It wasn’t much, but enough that Kyle could make two screwdrivers. Haylee sipped her drink and walked over to the windows overlooking the city.

  “It’s breathtaking,” she murmured.

  “Yes. Absolutely beautiful.” Kyle stood beside her, gaze focused on her, not out the window.

  Haylee tipped her head toward the window. “I meant the view.”

  “Me too.”

  Haylee was losing this conversation quickly. She couldn’t explain why she wanted to draw his attention away from her, but the enormous bed in her line of sight made her feel jumpy. She frowned.

  “Haylee, it’s okay. We don’t have to…” Kyle let his sentence drift off. He was offering her an out, giving her permission to not go any further. His thoughtful gesture made her want to jump him all the more. She knocked back the rest of her drink and set the cup down on a nearby table.

  “Kyle, I have a confession for you as well. This isn’t me. I don’t go to hotel rooms with men I barely know and drink cocktails ten feet away from a bed. I also don’t see what you find so attractive about me. I don’t get why you want me.” Haylee dropped her head. She hadn’t meant to go down that familiar train of thought, but alcohol tended to make her feel sad and right now, she felt pretty low. Her confession brought out her insecure side and a tear formed, sliding down her nose.

  Kyle stepped close to her, so close that the tips of his boots almost touched her toes. She found the sight erotic for some inexplicable reason. Her bright red toes peeping out of her heels, so feminine and dainty. His thick black boots, so tough and manly. It was just like the two of them; she small and insecure, Kyle tall and handsome. Another tear fell and dropped on his boot.

  “Can I show you?” Kyle reached out and caressed her cheek. “Can I show you why I want you?”

  Haylee wiped her cheek and looked up at Kyle. His eyes were forest green now, his face serious but soft. A small, tilted smile graced his handsome face.

  Words didn’t come. She was a writer by profession but in that moment, only a single phrase came to mind. “Yes, please.”

  Kyle smiled wide and brought his hands up to cup her face, just as he had done earlier. Haylee’s heart raced and her lips parted slightly. Kyle leaned down and brushed his lips softly against hers. Butterflies danced in Haylee’s belly at his gentle contact. It was soft, sweet, yet it seared her with an intense heat. She opened her mouth, inviting him in and he didn’t hesitate to take the kiss deeper, his tongue plundering her mouth. He tasted sweet and hot. She brought her hands up around his neck and pulled him closer, urging him to intensify the kiss. He obliged.

  “You are so beautiful,” Kyle said against her lips. He slowly turned her around so she was facing the windows that looked over the city lights. Just over her shoulder she could see his reflection. He lifted up her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties. She went to cover herself, not knowing if anyone could see her. But Kyle grasped her wrists firmly and lifted them up.

  “Put them here.” Kyle pressed her hands to the glass and she placed her palms against the cold window.

  “Spread them.” He tapped at the inside of her feet and she obeyed his prompting.

  Kyle ran his hands from her wrists, slowly down her arms until her reached her shoulders, then followed the lines of her extended arms down her sides. Normally she was quite ticklish there, but for some reason, her skin burned from his touch instead. He continued down to her hips and slipped one hand around to her lower belly, spreading his large hand wide so his thumb was by her navel and his pinky just grazing the top of her panties.

  Haylee tried to push her self back into him, her need to feel him against her overwhelming her. “Not yet.” Kyle whispered in to her ear. His other hand came up her side and gently grazed her skin until it landed on her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, making it harden almost painfully. Haylee began to feel frustrated, as her body wanted to lean into his hand on her breast and at the same time, go back towards the heat of his body.

  He caressed her covered breast, gently squeezing and pulling at her nipple through the material. His fingers moved over the swell, causing her skin to prickle. At the same time, his other hand had slipped lower into her underwear and his fingers explored her smooth skin there. Every touch sent powerful sensations through her and she felt herself dampen. Suddenly, she wanted out of her clothes. There was barely any, but yet there was just way too much material between them.

  Kyle pressed himself against her ass, his erection nudging her cheeks slightly apart. As he pushed himself forward he pulled her back with his hands. Both hands now began to move with skilled precision and Haylee heard herself moaning loudly. She’d never been one to be vocal and yet, with Kyle, she couldn’t help it.

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sp; Haylee desperately wanted to touch him, to run her hands over every inch of that delicious body he hid behind clothing. But, when she tried moving her hands, he slapped her ass.

  “Don’t move, Haylee.”

  She should’ve been shocked, mortified, or maybe scared. Instead, she liked his control over her. She kept her hands in place and looked out at the city below. She could see the red and white lights of the traffic, the sparkling Christmas lights from various windows near by. She wondered if anyone could see her. It both thrilled and scared her that people on the street, or in other buildings could be watching. It was naughty and exciting. As she imagined it, her strapless bra was unclasped and falling to the floor. Her breasts were now naked and on display for all of NYC to see.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here, Haylee. Do you want me to?” Kyle’s voice barely disguised the sound of his zipper being pulled down or the crinkle of his cotton pants. Haylee nodded, but Kyle must’ve wanted more because he slapped her other ass cheek this time.