My Kinda Kisses

by Lacey Black

  “It wasn’t a breakdown the way Sara mentioned in the restaurant last week, but it was shocking all the same. He sent a text message. A text message. Who sends a text message to break up with someone? Especially an engagement.”

  “I’m so sorry, Jaime. Clearly the guy’s an idiot. But the question isn’t who breaks up with someone by text, the question is who’s dumb enough to let a woman like you slip through their fingers,” I say, my voice husky and deep, even to my own ears.

  “Wow, that was pretty smooth,” Jaime teases, feigning seriousness.

  “Thank you,” I reply. Turning my chair once more, I lean forward until we’re almost face to face. Or more accurately, lips to lips. “I only speak the truth, though. I’m serious, Jaime. Who’s stupid enough to let you go? You’re funny and smart and gorgeous with your big green eyes and sexy brown hair. I think about kissing you every moment of every day. And my dreams? Well, they’re full of kissing too, because ever since I met you, feeling your lips against mine is all I can think about.”

  “Really?” That one word comes out just above a whisper.

  “Really. When I saw you standing in the flower shop, my first thought was that your lips were the most lush, perfect lips I had ever seen.”

  As if by gravity pulling us together, Jaime leans in the rest of the way and her lips meet mine. It’s a tender kiss filled with question and longing. Unspoken questions fill the night air. What will happen if I deepen this kiss the way my body craves? Is she ready to move forward? Is she as attracted to me as I am to her? Will she keep an open mind if I ask her to consider a relationship? Can I convince her to take the chance?

  But I’m not going to think about the answers to any one of them. Not right now.

  Instead, I rejoice in the way her mouth molds to my own, the way she tastes. Her tongue slides alongside mine, causing my cock to tighten painfully in my pants. I should probably adjust it for comfort, but I can’t seem to remove my hands from her hair.

  Taking a few final nips at her swollen lips, I pull away to gauge her reaction. Her eyes are cloudy with lust and her breathing labored. She looks stunning with her wet lips and slightly tussled hair.

  But when her eyes clear, I see it. No hesitation. No question. No fear.

  Only desire.

  Standing up, I extend my hand towards hers. It’s a simple gesture, but the meaning behind it is mountainous.

  “Come inside for a drink?” The question is spilled from my lips before I can consider it, though there’s no way I’d take it back.

  If she comes inside with me, there’s a good chance this relationship is advancing to the next level. If she decides to head out, then I’m right back to square one, fighting to slay the ghosts of her past. At least this time I know what I’m up against. I know the damage caused by some douchebag who threw her away like yesterday’s takeout.

  I know which route I’m hoping she takes, but I’m even more surprised when she actually chooses.

  With her hand resting firmly in my own, Jaime offers me a smile and says, “I’d love to go inside and have a drink with you.”

  Best answer ever.

  Chapter Nine

  Jaime

  I follow him back inside the condo, my hand tucked securely inside his. Even though I was invited in for a drink, I’m certain that this night will lead to other things. Naked things. The lustful look in his eyes is unmistakable. It’s a look that has been there since I stepped onto his porch when I arrived. His eyes are filled with desire and need, and I’m all too worried that mine have reflected much of the same.

  I’m nowhere near ready to jump headfirst into the deep end of a relationship, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy something casual, right? I mean, sex doesn’t equal love and marriage. Sex is fun. Sex is great. And it’s been a long time since I’ve indulged in the spontaneous side of dating.

  The living room is little and quaint, and decorated far better than I expected. Remembering what Gavin’s place was like before I moved in, a small spaced filled with clutter and worn furniture, I’m pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and style of Ryan’s place.

  A large bookshelf adorns one wall, and I’m drawn to his selection of paperbacks. Mostly mysteries or thrillers, I’m shocked when I find a copy of one of my favorite books, “The Notebook” by Nicholas Sparks.

  I turn to find Ryan’s sheepish eyes diverted and the corner of his lips turned upward. “My sister. It’s her favorite book so for my birthday this past winter, she sent me a copy as a joke. Said it would help me find someone who was worthy of my time. In other words, someone not like Sara.”

  I return my attention to the paperback, and gently remove it from the shelf. The spine is crinkled just a bit, proving that this copy has been opened, and probably read, several times. “It looks well read. You read it, didn’t you?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder.

  “I cannot confirm nor deny your claim,” he states, walking over and gently taking the book from my hands.

  “Why not?” I ask, huskily, when I realize he’s standing close. So very close. His front is almost touching my back in an intimate way, and I catch myself before I can sway backwards just a fraction of an inch until I feel his body pressed against mine.

  “Would you think less of me as a man if I told you I read it?” he asks, his sexy voice deep and gravelly.

  “No.”

  “Then I’ve read it five times. When they die together at the end? That gets me every time.” He gives me a pointed look before continuing. “But if you tell my sister that, I’ll have to kill you,” he adds with a wink and that slight upturn of a single corner of his lips.

  Ryan turns me around and tosses the paperback onto the couch. His fingers thread into my hair, the movement both sensual and possessive. Beautiful, full lips hover directly over mine. Neither of us speak yet completely conveying our thoughts and intents with our eyes. They’re hungry and full of passion and devour me whole.

  “I want to kiss you,” he whispers, his lips slowly inching towards mine.

  “I want you to kiss me.”

  The words are barely past my lips when he makes his move. The kiss is greedy and hungry, sparking a fierce desire within my body, leaving absolutely no room for thought to enter my mind. I’m lost, completely gone, in this one, perfect kiss.

  Keeping one hand firmly entangled in my hair, he slides his other hand down to my lower back, pushing up his sweatshirt. His fingers dig gently into my skin as he pulls me forward, flush against an unforgiving wall of muscle.

  His tongue urges my mouth open by sliding against the seam of my lips. Reflexively, I grant him access and moan when his warm tongue slides seductively against mine. My fingers grip the back of his shirt, rooting me into place while I hang on for dear life.

  And in a way, I am.

  This kiss is powerful. Uncontrollable.

  “Jaime, I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my entire life. I want to take you to bed more than I want my next fucking breath of air.” Ryan’s teeth gently nip at my kiss-swollen lips, drawing me further into his spellbinding gaze. “Please say you feel the same way.”

  His voice is raspy, his eyes cloudy with longing and lust. His self-control is slipping, right before my eyes, and it’s a powerful feeling, knowing that I’m the cause of such a strong reaction for a man like Ryan Elson.

  I don’t even think, I speak. “I want you, too. Just as badly.”

  Before I know it, I’m lifted off the ground, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and I’m lead backwards, presumably towards his bedroom. His hands are wrapped around my rear, holding me in place while he steps into a darkened room.

  Guess we’re passing on the drinks.

  Ryan’s lips devour mine in a bruising kiss as my fingers work overtime to remove the clothing barriers between us. Craving the feel of his skin against me, I’m clawing at his polo, anxious to rid him of the offending shirt.
Unfortunately, with the shirt tucked into his jeans and my body wrapped around him, that stupid shirt is going nowhere.

  Sensing my eagerness, he gently sets me down. My legs are wobbly and my heart is tripping over itself with excitement as I watch him untuck his shirt and remove it quickly in one fluid motion, that sexy ability that only men seem to possess.

  With the shirt gone, I’m finally able to ogle my fill at the broad chest and hard, muscular planes of his amazing physique. He’s perfection. I’ve never seen a chest like Ryan’s. Shoulders, pecs, and abs so gloriously firm that my mouth literally hangs open as if my jaw is hinged. This is a man who works manual labor every day, not someone who spends hours in a gym.

  He stands still for several sexually tense filled moments letting me look my fill before smiling and reaching for me. First, he removes his sweatshirt that I’ve been wearing, followed quickly by my dress. Pulling me into his arms, he slowly slides the zipper downward, the skim of the teeth echoing through the room much louder than normal.

  “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this,” his voice pushes through the sexually charged haze in my mind. “For you.”

  And with those two little words, my entire world ignites into flames. His eyes hold my gaze and are filled with more passion than I’ve ever experienced. My heart leaps in my chest at the simple meaning of those words. Something wonderful and equally terrifying happens in this moment. Something I’m nowhere near ready to dissect.

  Before I’m able to consider the meaning of his words any further, Ryan’s lips find mine once again. This kiss is slow, sensual. With his lips still sliding seductively against mine and the zipper of my dress at the base of my spine, he slowly slides the dress down my body. Cool air caresses my skin and goosebumps pepper my exposed body.

  When the dress pools at my feet, Ryan releases my lips and steps back. His greedy eyes devour my body, from my turquoise lace strapless bra to the matching thong panties and on to my orange painted toes, he leaves no part of my body untouched by his hungry gaze.

  Giving in to the need to feel his skin beneath my fingertips, I run my fingers down the ripples of his chest. The muscles tighten against my touch, telling me that I affect him as much as he does me.

  My fingers continue their downward course, blazing a trail of molten heat with each caress. When I reach the waist of his pants, I zero in on the lone button fastening them together. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I release the button and skim a single finger across the top of the waistband of his briefs. Ryan’s eyes are fire as he wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me against his body.

  “God, you’re driving me crazy,” he groans as my finger dips behind the band.

  “A good crazy, I hope?” The teasing and flirting is something new to me. Even in the throes of passion, I’ve never been someone who’s forward and playful in the bedroom. I kinda like this new Jaime.

  “The best fucking possible kinda crazy there is,” he growls as he grinds the hard ridge of his hard-on against my stomach.

  I’m point two seconds away from climbing his leg and humping him like Grandma’s Chihuahua, Sparky, used to do to the mailman when we were younger.

  Fortunately, I’m saved from such an embarrassing act when he picks me up in his arms and carries me to his bed. The dark comforter is cool, yet plush beneath me as he lays me down. I wrap my arms firmly around his neck, ensuring that he’s unable to run away from me. Not that I think he would.

  My lips are greeted with another kiss, this one fierce and possessive. Large, warm hands grip my waist and glide to my bra. He tugs on a cup, releasing a single nipple. Without removing his mouth from mine, he tweaks and caresses my tight little bud until I’m writhing underneath him, using his body as my own personal scratching post–or in this case, a rubbing post.

  “I need to taste you.” His words are almost orgasmic in themselves. My body practically levitates while my head silently screams Yes, please!

  Ryan rises up so that he’s resting on his haunches between my legs. His eyes roam freely once more while his right hand searches for the clasp at my back. Releasing the closure, my breasts are freed. Air lodges in my throat as I take in the greedy way his eyes consume each one. If my body were a possession to be had, Ryan Elson would own it and rule it effective immediately.

  Dipping down, I’m shocked when he runs his nose up the center of my panties, inhaling deeply as he goes. The groan is throaty and comes from someplace deep inside of him. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic in my life. Gavin never wanted to go down on me, always complaining about the taste. He seems to crave it, need it. Warmth floods the little scrap of material ensuring that they’re completely and effortlessly soaked.

  “God, you smell fucking amazing,” he groans as he pushes the wet material to the side.

  I hold my breath as I wait for what’s to come next, but nothing happens. Anticipation pours through me, wild and reckless as I risk a glance up at him. He’s staring at my center, his eyes full of hunger. It’s as if he’s stuck in some alternate universe, lost in a trance where it’s only him and me. Of course, the fact that he’s staring at my crotch has nerves shooting through my body at an alarming rate.

  Reflexively, I try to close my legs, which basically just frames his head with my thighs.

  “Don’t,” he whispers as he gently pushes my thighs back open. “You are so beautiful. I could stare at your perfection for the rest of my life and still want more.”

  Ryan runs his hands up my thighs once more, parting them as far as they’ll comfortably go. Holding my legs a part, he dips his head forward and swipes his tongue across my swollen flesh. Time stands still, air fails to move, my body burns with desire as he licks me, long and leisurely, all while keeping his eyes firmly locked on mine. I practically levitate off the bed as he dips his tongue inside my wet heat.

  A loud moan fills the room. The noise sounds foreign, even to my own ears, and I’m startled to realize it’s coming from me. Snaking my fingers into his lush brown hair, I hold on for dear life as his tongue tastes and worships me. He plunges his tongue deep and hard inside of me, his pointer finger zeroing in on the little bundle of nerves just above my entrance. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, inching closer and closer with each swipe of his finger or flex of his tongue.

  My clit is pulsating. He gently circles his finger over the top before lightly pinching, and the combination throws me headfirst into a total star seeing, white-light blinding orgasm. I have no shame as I grind against his hand, riding out wave after wave of earthshattering bliss.

  The orgasm seems to go on for hours. Shockwaves of pleasure consume me until my body is nothing but uncontrollable shudders. I’m spent and boneless, a heap of nothing atop a down comforter.

  “Geezus, I’ve never witnessed anything more spectacular than that,” he says as he moves up my body. My tired eyes are suddenly struggling to keep focus on his handsome face. “In fact, it was so fucking fantastic that you’re going to do it again.” He stretches over top of me, his jean-covered erection nestled tightly between my thighs. “But this time? I want you to do that while my cock is buried inside of you,” he whispers moments before his mouth claims mine once more.

  And just like that, the heat of his words and the fierceness in his kiss has my body sparking to life and craving more. How that’s even possible, I don’t know. I’ve never felt raising desire consume me almost immediately after an orgasm. Hell, I’ve never even experienced an orgasm like that. Intense. All-consuming. Epic.

  Ryan. It’s the way my body reacts to him.

  I try to slide my hand between our bodies to reach the button of his jeans, but it doesn’t work. My hand is stuck between hard muscle and soft skin. I feel his smile against my lips moments before I lose contact with him. He’s standing before me, illuminated by the soft light spilling from the hallway, and reaches for the zipper.

  Time stands still as he slowly lowers the zipper and slides his jeans down
powerful thighs. Tight white briefs barely contain the impressive bulge threating to burst through the material. My mouth waters at the prospect of getting my hands–and maybe my mouth–on his erection.

  He quickly strips, never taking his eyes off mine. The moment is raw and sexually charged, and before I know it, he’s standing before me, gloriously naked like a work of art that should be displayed in a museum. His eyes are hungry, his jaw clenched with tension, and his hands shaking as he reaches into his nightstand for a condom.

  With stealthy hands, he covers his hard erection with latex and makes his way back towards me. I’m shaking with anticipation. He steals my breath as he covers my lips with his own once more, his body canvasing me from head to toe. Warm, rough hands skim my flesh from my shoulder, down my chest, and towards the junction of my legs.

  No surprise, I’m wet and ready for him. His fingers slide easily through my folds, teasing and caressing me until I’m panting against his lips.

  “Please, Ryan,” I beg, nipping at his full bottom lip while my fingernails bite into the tender flesh of his shoulders.

  “I love to hear you beg. So hot,” he confesses as his lips skim across my neck.

  Rising above me, he positions himself at my entrance. Our eyes remain locked as he slowly pushes forward. My entire body burns with desire as he stretches and fills me completely.

  “Holy shit.” Ryan groans the words as he closes his eyes, seeming lost in this wonderful moment. He’s still and appears to be struggling to maintain his composure right before my eyes. It’s exhilarating.

  “Please move.” My words come out a plea once more.

  Opening his eyes, he pulls back gently and drives forward, hard and wholly. With each powerful thrust of his hips, I’m steadily pushed closer towards another orgasm. I feel it building clear down to my toes, spreading through me like an uncontainable wildfire.

  Grabbing my hips and raising me up, he changes the position ever so slightly. The angle causes his dick to hit that magic place inside of me that so few ever reach. I know it won’t be long now. There’s no way I can control what is coming, no way to stop the inevitable. My sights are filled with white light once more, and I’m unable to catch my breath, as I feel every stroke he makes within me.