It Started with a Kiss (McKenzie Cousins Book 12)

by Lexi Buchanan

  My eyes watch as she fidgets in the chair before slipping her tongue between those plump lips and licking along them. I have a visceral reaction to the tempting girl with the head of my cock, ready to fly off. The image of those red lips wrapped around me has my eyes snapping closed while I concentrate on breathing through my frustration. “We need to talk. Just give me a minute.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers. “Ryan?”

  I open my eyes and see her head tilted to the side with a frown on her beautiful face.

  “I’m an asshole.” Standing, I hold my hand out. “Let’s get out of my office.” My fingers wrap securely around hers. And much to her delight, I bring her hand up to my lips, where I leave a lingering kiss. I love how her cheeks go rosy when she has my full attention.

  “I don’t suppose you have a t-shirt I can borrow?” she asks her tongue once again, slipping between her lips. It might be a nervous gesture, but it turns me the fuck on.

  What did she ask? T-shirt!

  “Why?”

  She sighs. “Now I have your attention, I’d be more comfortable if I were covered back up.”

  I give her a wolfish grin and chuckle. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this dress.” I trail a finger down from her collarbone to above her belly button. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, hardening her nipples. My hand is so close and I’m dying of curiosity.

  Holding her gaze, I slowly stroke the skin at her side before moving my hand upwards and slipping it inside to cup a full breast. Gretchen catches her breath, trembling from my touch. She grabs hold of my biceps, clinging to me. Her head drops back and she moans.

  I’m in dangerous territory now because I don’t want to make love to this girl in my bar. I want to spread her out on my bed, where we can stay for a long time.

  Her reaction, though, is an aphrodisiac and with my thumb and finger, I hunt for the hard nub. When I find it, I nearly fucking come in my jeans at the feel of that pierced nipple.

  I tingle from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and everything hard in between. Gretchen moans, her breasts heaving with every twist and tug I do to her nipple. I can’t get enough and have to see it.

  Pressing her up against the wall with my hips, I shove the material covering her beautiful breasts out of the way and know I’m about to react like a fucking teenager.

  The silver ring is hooked through a nipple and I can’t hold off any longer. I don’t know why a nipple ring is turning me on, but fuck if I don’t care. She’s the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. Capturing the bud in my mouth, I let my tongue play with the silver in between sucking and tugging with my mouth and teeth. The other doesn’t go unattended as I squeeze and rub with my fingers while Gretchen rubs frantically against my cock.

  With my balls ready to explode and my cock leaking precum behind my zipper, I finally come back to my senses. Holding Gretchen steady, I slowly lick around her nipple before lifting my gaze. Her cheeks are flaming red while she struggles for breath.

  Good!

  I’m glad I’m not the only one having a hard time—no pun intended—pulling back. My hands tremble as I cover her gorgeous tits before resting my forehead against hers. “A nipple ring,” I whisper, unable to hide the lust in my gaze knowing what she has hidden under her clothing.

  Gretchen swallows hard and says, “I’m a good girl. I don’t do anything spontaneously.” Her cheeks grow hotter and I grin in delight.

  “I’d say that was spontaneous combustion.”

  “Yes, well.” She pauses. “I was teased on my twenty-first birthday for being more into reading than being wild. So,” she smirked, “I showed them I could be wild if I wanted to and got the piercing. I went in and made an appointment. Paid. Told the woman I’d be back after I had numbed the coming pain.”

  “In other words, you got drunk as a skunk before letting someone touch your boob, huh?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Well, whatever led up to you having it done, I’m really grateful.” I wiggle my brows and kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s such a big fucking turn on.” Shoving a hand to the front of my jeans, I rearrange my cock into a more comfortable position.

  “I took a chance coming here, Ryan. This isn’t like me. At all.”

  “Why did you keep coming back?” I wrap my fingers with hers, needing to keep the connection we have going. I want her to talk to me and not be embarrassed.

  “I wanted you to remember me.”

  I burst out laughing. “I never forgot you. I spotted you the first night you were in my club.”

  She winces. “I’m in town for a few more days.”

  My stomach drops, hearing a few more days. She can’t leave now she’s back in my life.

  “Ryan?”

  “Move in with me,” I blurt before I can form any other words. “I mean, I have space. There are two bedrooms upstairs. You’ll save money not staying in a hotel, and unless you have something to do in Boston, then…stay with me.”

  We’ll share a bed.

  Letting out a loud breath, she moves away and my fingers twitch to pull her back so that she’s close. Having her across the office means I can no longer smell the light flora scent that I get a whiff of every time she moves her head.

  “I didn’t think this far ahead. I only wanted to get you to notice me. I wanted to know if what you made me feel four years ago had been real.”

  “And was it?”

  She nods, giving me a shy glance. “I can’t just move in with you.”

  With the way she hesitates, I know she wants to. “I’ve never had another woman in my apartment.”

  She raises a brow and laughs. “You expect me to believe that Mr. Casanova?”

  I deserved that after my reputation, but it hurts hearing it from her lips.

  “Ryan?” She reaches for me, pressing her hands against my chest. “I’m sorry. I was teasing with that name. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m not like that. It’s just all so sudden. One minute I’m in the club in this ridiculous dress desperate for you to notice me, and the next, we’re all hot and bothered in your office, and then,” she rapidly inhales and exhales, “and then, you’re asking me to move in with you.”

  “My reputation has followed me through the years since I first started working at Kenza.” I cover her hands and press them into my chest. “I promise, Gretchen.” I kiss her forehead and add, “No girl, unless we’re related, has stepped foot in my apartment. It’s my space and I’ve never welcomed anyone in there. It irritates me having family visit me, if you must know. So, the fact I’ve asked you to move in there with me is a huge step for me too. However, I’m serious. I don’t want you in Boston. I want you here with me. Four years ago, I walked away because I didn’t know what the fuck had happened to me when I kissed you.” I chuckle. “You scared me to fucking death.”

  “You’ve been in my dreams ever since. My lips tingled that night, not to mention other parts of my body.”

  “Is that so?” I try to hide a laugh, unsuccessfully I might add. “Parts of me tingled too.” I press a lingering kiss to her cheek. “So, tomorrow, we’ll pick your stuff up from the hotel and move you in here, right? I’ll give you a key.” I slip an arm around her waist and tugging her close, drop my face into the curve of her neck. “Please say yes.”

  “My heart’s racing,” she murmurs.

  “Does that mean, yes?”

  “What if I don’t want a separate room?”

  I tighten my hold around her before slowly separating our bodies. The caveman in me wants to say, “fuck it,” and yank her panties off and have her spread out on my desk while I pound into her. Unfortunately, the decent guy in me forces my body to get ahold of itself. “If you’d rather share my bedroom, I won’t have any complaints.”

  “Didn’t think you would, but it’s nice to have it confirmed.”

  “We’re still in the office, which isn’t a good idea as I can’t keep my hands off of you.” I open the door and takin
g her hand, move us into the hallway. “I forgot you wanted a t-shirt.” I glance around. “Come to the bar with me for a few minutes and then I’ll get you settled upstairs.”

  “I can go back to the hotel tonight.”

  “Hell, no!” I wince at the sharpness of my words. “It’s okay.” I squeeze her hand. “I have this need to make sure you stay where I put you.” Stopping abruptly, she slams into my back. I turn and grip her shoulders. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.” I shake my head. “Look, I know I’m coming across controlling, but I’m not, okay?”

  “Oh?” She cocks a brow and it’s the hottest thing.

  “Maybe a little bit,” I concede.

  “I’ve already agreed, Ryan. I don’t have any plans to leave.”

  “Good.” I quickly kiss her smiling lips and putting her in front of me, walk her toward the bar and Rob, who can’t wipe the smirk off of his face.

  Seven

  Gretchen

  Relaxing in Ryan’s huge bed, I can’t sleep no matter which way I turn. The t-shirt he gave me is comfortable, but I have a belly full of nerves. He showed me the spare room after getting me a shirt to wear and left me to decide which bed I wanted to sleep in.

  I’d chosen his room the moment I’d seen his unmade bed. I knew it would smell of him, which probably explains why I’m struggling to sleep. It’s late, gone two in the morning and Ryan has only just come back into his apartment above the club. The soundproofing works its magic because I haven’t heard a sound. Not even the sound of traffic in the street has gotten through the windows.

  Feigning sleep, I wait with anticipation as I sense Ryan standing in the doorway of his bedroom with his eyes on me. I know this without even having to turn my head and look at him. I’m not sure whether to let him know I’m awake or to continue pretending I’m asleep. While I’m trying to make my mind up, I hear the rustling of clothes. The light in the bathroom goes on, followed by the shower.

  Willing myself to sleep before he climbs in the bed, my eyes snap open when I hear a loud groan. The sound suddenly cut off, followed by a curse.

  My body grows hot and uncomfortable when I realize he probably did more than shower. Heat rushes into my cheeks and I feel my nipples tighten into hard buds. I swallow around the lust rising and try not to fidget. The man is going to kill me with need at this rate.

  The light goes off in the bathroom and I try and listen for his footfalls. However, my pulse is throbbing so hard through my ears that I can’t hear anything. The bed dips and then I feel him sliding under the covers with me seconds before a warm arm wraps around my belly, tugging me against him.

  “I know you’re awake,” he whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps racing down my spine. “Did you hear me?”

  My face is on fire, but I’ve waited a long time to be with this man. My embarrassment has no place in this room with us. “I heard you.” I swallow around the lump in my throat, and ask, “Did it feel good spilling all over your hand?”

  He presses his hips into my ass. “It didn’t feel as good as it will coming inside you.”

  I moan and rock against his long and thick erection.

  Ryan asks, “Did it make you wet, knowing what I was doing?”

  “Find out,” I dare, wanting his hands on me more than anything.

  His arm around me tightens before he lays the palm of his hand on my belly and spreads his fingers wide. He slowly pulls the t-shirt up until he’s touching bare skin. Unable to help myself, I wiggle in his hold. The ache I feel is deep and needy and I can’t catch a breath. My impatience is growing for his touch where I ache.

  Laughing, Ryan uses his other hand and lifts the back of the t-shirt, baring my ass. I want to die of embarrassment, but the moment he presses his pulsing cock between my cheeks, I can’t think.

  “No panties,” Ryan mumbles, his dick jerking against my bottom.

  I reach up for his hand on my belly and slowly pull him lower. He chuckles, which turns into a low growl as his fingers slide over my mound and continue moving until they’re pushing through my arousal.

  I find myself flipped over to my back. He nudges my legs open and kneels between. His eyes glitter, dark and filled with lust. “Get rid of the t-shirt.”

  Tossing it to the floor, Ryan stares at my chest. I have to fight with the urge to cover myself. My breasts shake as I breathe slowly and my legs twitch, wrapping around his waist.

  “Fuck!” Ryan pants. “You are so beautiful that I don’t know what to touch first.”

  A spontaneous laugh bursts out of my mouth, stunning Ryan…and just like that, I’m comfortable being naked and turned on with the man. I smirk. “I know exactly what you want to touch first.” I raise a brow and play with the ring through my nipple.

  Ryan wraps a hand around his shaft and slowly strokes himself as I play, arching upwards.

  “Stop!” Both my wrists are pinned over my head with his large hands as he comes down over me.

  My breasts tingle as the hair on his chest teases them while his dick throbs and leaks against me. Tightening my legs around his hips, I raise my hips and rub my pussy along the hard length of him. Ryan clenches his jaw tightly and closes his eyes. “I’m going to be coming all over you in a minute.”

  “I want you inside me.”

  His eyes snap open and he lets out a long breath. “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve waited four years to be naked with you.” I reach between us and brush my fingers over the head of his wet cock. “I’m very wet and I’m aching with a need to have you filling me.”

  His eyes search mine and once he knows I’m serious, he leans over, retrieves a condom from the nightstand. In seconds he’s rolling it down his length.

  The man is beautiful with a body hard and unyielding, tanned with dark hairs sprinkled over his chest. His shaft sprouts from neatly trimmed hair, and his balls hang heavily beneath. As my eyes take him in, his cock twitches hard.

  Ryan slowly settles on top of me and drops his forehead against mine. Holding my gaze, he lifts to one side and slowly runs a hand down over my chest and belly, landing between my legs. It’s reasonably easy considering I’m spread wide open.

  A finger slips between my lips down there and I jerk in surprise when he enters me with a thick digit.

  “So wet,” he whispers and then his lips cover mine.

  His kiss is just as powerful as I remember, and I’m lost in the smell of him. The taste of him. The feel of him. His finger never stops moving as I feel myself swell and something powerful gathers in my belly.

  Groaning, I beg, “Ryan, now, please.”

  Removing his finger, he presses at my entrance with his penis and slowly enters me with the tip. “Oh,” I moan. “Can you feel me around you.”

  “Fuck!” He curses. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It won’t hurt for long. I’m ready for you. You feel good.”

  “God, help me.”

  I chuckle. “He’s not going to help you now.”

  He presses in further, his eyes never leaving my face. “You feel really good,” he pants, his face tight. “Hot. Wet. Tight…Fuck! You’re squeezing the fucking life out of my dick.”

  “I can’t help it. You feel good.”

  His forehead drops to mine. “I’m not all the way in yet.”

  “Ryan, I need you.”

  “Hold on to me.” He slides out to the tip and wraps me up in his arms. His lips find mine and he kisses me. He doesn’t stop. Our mouths are hard and heated, and then I feel him withdraw slightly and shove in; hard and fast. I gasp, breaking from the kiss, and dig my fingers into his back.

  I feel my muscles spasming around his dick, trying to push him out. Ryan clenches his jaw and breathes heavily while I can’t stop squeezing him. I’m not sure what I want him to do, nor am I sure what I should do. However, Ryan dips his head and suckles my pierced nipple into his mouth. Instead of my body calming down, I convulse and ripple around his penis as I come. Rockets go off behi
nd my eyelids as I hold Ryan to me, the pleasure intense and beyond anything I’ve experienced before.

  Hearing Ryan growl, he pulls out as far as I’ll let him, and slamming home, he grinds down, his cock spilling a powerful release into the condom. He grabs my hips, pushing me into the bed while his penis does a slow glide back and forth, causing little aftershocks to run through my body.

  A guttural moan leaves his mouth as he collapses on top of me in an exhausted heap before withdrawing from my body. He rolls to his side, and whispers, “Give me a minute.”

  When I think he’s asleep, Ryan rolls from the bed and walks into the bathroom. I watch him remove and flush the condom before he comes back with a washcloth. He doesn’t say anything, just cleans between my legs and throws the cloth back into the bathroom.

  Climbing into bed, he pulls the covers over us and snuggles me into his arms. “Please don’t leave.”

  “I have nowhere else I’d rather be,” I reply softly, my eyes drooping.

  Eight

  Ryan

  Holding Gretchen’s hand, I have to force my attention to stay on the road in front of us. The vision of my girl kneeling between my legs with my cock in her mouth is the most erotic thing ever. How the fuck I’d slept through some of that is beyond me. I’d woken as my orgasm was being sucked out of me. I thought the head of my dick was about to blow off with how strongly I finished.

  The beautiful girl has a wicked side to her, and I wanted to see what else she dared do. And there was me thinking she was a shy virgin. The virgin part was accurate, but the shy part is none existent. It would appear whatever the fuck is going on between us, has gotten rid of that. I’m glad. I love the teasing side of her, even if I think it’s going to kill me.