One Wild Night

by A. L. Jackson

  This felt like a statement.

  Like a claim.

  He took another step toward me. He pushed his fingers under my shirt and lifted it over my head. My hair tickled down around my shoulders, my breasts straining with need as cool air brushed my skin.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered again. His fingertips trailed across the lace of my bra. The grin he wore grew wicked as he leaned around and flicked the snap and freed it. He slid it down my arms and took a step back to pull it free. “So damned gorgeous. Look at you. So pink and lush.” His voice dipped in seduction. “The softest rose.”

  Chills skated, a rash of goosebumps lifting in their wake.

  Paxton followed them with his fingers. “Do you feel that, Kaylee Rose?” He inflected the last as he edged me into the room that was just as extravagant as the first. I swore it was like stepping into a museum. “What I do to you?”

  His slid his palms up my arms and over my shoulders. Purposefully, he ran them down my sides where his fingers dipped into the waist of my skirt. He tugged it free.

  I yelped when he suddenly hauled me up and tossed me on the bed. A giggle filtered out, and I arched up on the bed as he tugged off my shoes.

  He wound his fingers in the side of my underwear, hesitated for the briefest flash of a second, before he pressed a kiss between my thighs. “I like these.”

  He dragged them off.

  “But I like you bare better.”

  Another giggle.

  God. This so wasn’t me. But it felt so good. Felt so right.

  “I think I like you bare better, too.”

  “Is that so?”

  Chewing at my bottom lip, I nodded, my hair billowing out across the pillow. “That’s so.”

  A low chuckle rumbled in his strong chest. “I think that can be accommodated.”

  He flicked the button on his jeans and shrugged out of them.

  My head spun.

  One of the most sought-after bachelors in the world was standing in front of me. Hard. Ready. Wanting me.

  All the reservations and questions I’d been feeling flew out the window.

  I climbed to my knees and met him at the edge of the bed.

  I pressed my mouth to the bristling muscle of his chest. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here…in this place…with you.”

  Hot hands scraped over my shoulders. “I don’t want you anywhere else.”

  “I still don’t get that, but I’ll take it.” It was almost a tease.

  He laughed, the sound a lure. “Oh, you’re going to take it, all right.”

  Shivers danced, and I started kissing down his chest, over the hard, hard planes of his six-pack that flexed and bunched beneath my lips. My tongue licked out for a taste.

  All man.

  He wrapped his hands in my hair, fisting it tight when I got to the band of his underwear.

  I peeked up at him as I slowly lowered them.

  He shrugged out of them and increased his hold.

  “Take me into your mouth.”

  Lust rocked me to the core. I liked it. Liked that he wasn’t afraid to demand what he wanted. Liked it more when he groaned when I pressed my lips to the tip. My tongue explored, before I took him deeper.

  His stomach jerked and ticked, and he left one hand tangled in my hair while the other came to the side of my face as he began to guide me up and down his length. His hips rocked in time. Needier. Deeper. Harder.

  “Fuck,” he cursed. He pulled free. A shocked gasp left me when he suddenly pulled me up from my knees. The man devoured my mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, before he was pushing me back into the middle of the bed.

  “I need to get inside of you, Kaylee Rose. Right now.”

  Almost frantic, he dug around in the basket filled with necessities that had been left bedside.

  My mouth watered as I watched him roll a condom over his cock.

  He climbed onto the bed and wedged himself between my knees.

  He leaned down close to my ear. “Hold on.”

  I did exactly what he said, my fingertips digging into the skin of his shoulders as he tucked my knee over his hip.

  He filled me in one solid thrust.

  “Paxton.” It was a throaty moan.

  “Fuck…so good. I fucking love the way you feel. So damned perfect,” he mumbled as he pulled out then rocked back in, stealing my breath. He was quick to pick up a rigid pace. Hard and long. Deep and demanding. So, so good.

  He pushed up to his hands, looking down at me as he took me whole.

  I forgot who I was.

  Where I was.

  The only thing I was in that moment was his.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded, and my hand fluttered down my belly.

  He groaned when I brushed my fingers into my folds, my first two fingertips running circles around my clit.

  “So hot. Shit…you’re so hot. Look at you. Look at you.”

  We both watched down where we were joined. His hips snapped and my fingers strummed my body.

  Pleasure wound fast. So thick I swore I could see it hovering in the air.

  Every muscle on his gorgeous body tightened, and I rocked up, desperate to meet him thrust for thrust.

  I’d never felt anything like this.

  Not once in my life.

  Not ever.

  He sat back on his knees and wound his arms under my hips, lifting them from the bed. The magnitude of the shift hit me from every side, consumed with the way his body filled mine.

  So full.

  So much.

  So good.

  Bliss broke. It sped through my nerves, saturating every cell.

  I cried out, and he increased his pace, harder and faster as he pulled every ounce of pleasure from my body. He shouted my name, his hips erratic before he stilled, his hands gripping me tight.

  I could feel the intensity of his orgasm, as fierce as mine.

  Mind-bending.

  Heart-stopping.

  I couldn’t breathe.

  He laughed when he toppled down at my side. “That was…”

  “Incredible,” I said.

  “Amazing,” he returned.

  “Mind-blowing.”

  “Unforgettable.” It was the truth. It didn’t matter where we ended up. I was never going to forget this.

  His smile softened as he ran his fingers through my hair. “Thank you for coming with me. You don’t know what it means to me.”

  “I wouldn’t want to be any other place.”

  His brow arched. “Really?”

  I searched within myself for the truth. “Really.”

  He grinned. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t let you leave.”

  I could feel the heat flame to my cheeks.

  “Come on, get up. I need to feed you.”

  “Do I have to?” It was only half a tease.

  He smacked my ass, and I yelped. “Yes, you have to. You’re going to need your energy for everything I have planned for you. Now get that fine ass out of my bed.”

  “Bossy,” I told him as I gathered the sheet and wrapped it around my body.

  A smirk lifted one side of his mouth. “You have no idea.”

  Chapter 14

  Paxton

  “Mmmm…” Kaylee mumbles, her eyes still closed, as I run a finger over her shoulder and down her arm. After spending all of yesterday doing radio and television interviews, we spent most of last night in bed after a quick dinner at one of London’s newest and most posh restaurants, and I know she’s tired, but I have a full day planned for her.

  “Mornin’, sweet Kay.” I brush my nose over her cheek before pressing my lips to her.

  “Morning,” she moans as she stretches her lean body out underneath the silk sheets. I toss my arm across her bare stomach and pull her over, cradling her in my arms. She slides a leg between mine and brushes her hand over my hardening cock, stopping to cop a feel.

  I stop her, capturing her hand in mine before flipping her gentl
y onto her back and settling between her legs. Heaven. She pants and writhes underneath me as I align myself at her entrance, teasing her. “As much as I want to stay in bed all day and devour you, I have something fun planned for us today.” I rub my cock up and down her wet folds.

  “Pax,” she growls as I slide into her. I take it slow with Kaylee this morning, exploring every inch of her beautiful body as I make love to her. I make a note to touch every crevice, every soft, supple inch of her skin as we connect. Never have I wanted to take my time like this before, memorizing every single curve of this beautiful woman’s body.

  Most women satisfied an immediate need for me. A quick roll in the sheets, a means to an end. I got off, they left. End of the story. With Kaylee it’s different. I never want it to end. I can’t get enough of her. What the hell is she doing to me?

  As we climax together, I can feel our hearts beat wildly against each other’s chests.

  “Kay,” I mumble against her neck as my lips pull gently at her soft flesh as I try to catch my breath.

  “Hmm,” she answers in response, her own breathing labored.

  “Thank you for coming to London with me.”

  She doesn’t answer, but I can feel her smile against my shoulder as we both come down from our climaxes. I know she’s nervous as hell about being here with me, about us, but I can’t imagine being anywhere without her.

  “Where are we going?” Kaylee smiles as I pull her quickly through the hotel lobby, hoping we go unnoticed. Kenneth sent a car and security detail for us, along with an agenda outlining everything we’ll be doing for the next eight hours. I plan to show Kaylee everything London has to offer.

  “You’ll see when we get there,” I pull her in tightly next to me, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. I nod at the driver waiting in the carport with the backdoor of the large suburban open and waiting for us to slide into.

  Once inside, we meet the two burly men who will tag along with us today.

  “Paxton.”

  I reach out and shake each man’s hand.

  “William.” The first man introduces himself with a firm handshake.

  “Michael.” The second does the same.

  As he pulls from the curb, Michael goes over their plan for keeping us safe, but not smothering us, and I’m so appreciative that Kenneth thought to get us security. I want to spend my day focusing on Kaylee, not worrying about any shenanigans happening around us.

  “No autographs today. No selfies. No fan pictures,” I tell them. “I just want to spend the day with Kaylee and feel normal for once.”

  Kaylee squeezes my hand, and I take a deep breath. Each man nods in understanding, and I feel comfortable that they know how to handle all the “celebrity baggage” that always accompanies me.

  “Pax,” Kaylee gasps, her face pressed up against the tinted window. “It’s a Ferris wheel!”

  “Oh, sweetheart, it’s more than a Ferris wheel. Just wait.” The driver pulls up and parks as William and Michael exit first. We follow suit just as another man rushes over. Neither William or Michael blink at the man who extends his hand in greeting to me.

  “Paxton Myles, I’m Rob Doherty, your tour guide for today.” Right, tour guide. I remember seeing something in Kenneth’s message that we’d have a tour guide. “We’ll be starting here at the London Eye, and I have a couple of other amazing things to show you.” He extends his arm toward the giant wheel, guiding us toward the entrance.

  As we approach the area to board, Rob continues, “The Eye is all yours for the next hour. No one will be in your capsule, or any other capsule. The most magnificent views of London you’ll ever see. Be sure to look for The Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, The Tower Bridge, and of course the River Thames.” His smile is huge and infectious and Kaylee’s matches.

  He steps inside the capsule to point out a table that has been set up with champagne and orange juice. “Enjoy champagne or mimosas while you’re up there, but mostly enjoy the view. It’s spectacular!” He steps out of the capsule while they close the door and Kaylee stands speechless.

  “You okay?” I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “Please tell me you’re not afraid of heights.” I chuckle, but panic for a quick moment, having not even considered asking her prior to booking this. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, her face somber.

  “Paxton Myles, I can’t even believe you’ve gone through the trouble of doing this for me. It’s too much, it’s too…” She pauses, blinking as she takes in the surroundings. Clearing her throat, she looks back up at me. “It’s too amazing.” She takes a deep breath as the capsule jolts slightly as we begin to rise. “And no, I’m not afraid of heights.”

  I pull her into my arms, and she wraps hers around my waist in return. I could get used to this. Her next to me…all the time. Her cheek pressed to my chest as the capsule rises slowly and we take in all of London’s beauty.

  It takes about an hour to make two full rotations. I made sure to point out all of the landmarks that Rob mentioned for us to look for, and Kaylee was fascinated. Her eyes beamed in awe, and it was so fucking cute when she’d laid eyes on all these pieces of London’s history while sipping on champagne.

  As we disembark the London Eye, Rob, William, and Michael wait for us and lead us back to the Suburban.

  “Was it everything you’d hoped it would be?” Rob asks Kaylee.

  “More.” She looks up at me. That’s exactly how I felt as well. While seeing London is amazing, it’s Kaylee that makes it better.

  “I agree,” I say quietly, lacing her fingers through mine.

  Once we’re settled back in the car, Rob pulls out his phone and smiles. “Next up, private tour of Buckingham Palace.”

  Kaylee’s eyes about bug out of her head. “What does that mean?” she asks, softly.

  “It means Rob here is giving us a private tour of the Palace.” I nudge her with my shoulder and press a tender kiss to her temple. Her excitement brings me happiness. Is this what it feels like to be in love? When your happiness takes a back seat to someone else’s? I tuck away that thought and smile at Kaylee.

  “We’ll get to see the State rooms, the Queen’s Gallery, and the Royal Mews. We won’t be with anyone else, so we can take our time and we get access to additional areas the general public doesn’t get to see.” Kaylee shakes her head in disbelief.

  “Come here,” she whispers, pulling me toward her, pressing her forehead to mine. “You are too much, Pax, but thank you. Thank you so much.” She kisses me, deeply. A kiss that feels so much more than all the others. This kiss bears the weight of what she’s feeling, and fuck if it doesn’t about make my heart explode.

  “Unbelievable,” is all she can say when we exit Buckingham Palace. She’s been quiet for the last hour, I expect she’s about as overwhelmed as I am having taken in all the history and splendor of the Palace.

  “It really was, wasn’t it?” I stop and look around. We’ve gone unnoticed, mostly thanks to the private tour and shutting down the London Eye for an hour. It feels good to feel like every other normal person who’s out and about sightseeing.

  “What’s wrong?” Kaylee asks as I eye St. James Park off in the distance.

  “Nothing. Michael, William,” I nod my head toward the park and both men give me a look. “Just a little detour, Kay.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Come on.”

  The two men fall into step behind us as I guide her toward the beautiful park. While it’s overcast today, I put my sunglasses on in hopes it hides my face and we can continue to go unnoticed. William and Michael stay a bit closer to us here in the open public, but people don’t seem to notice me, thank God. At the entrance of the park, we stop to look at the beautiful flower beds which are bright and colorful. Kaylee snaps a quick picture of them with her phone before we continue on.

  “Pax,” Kaylee sighs as she lifts her phone and snaps another picture of the fountain in the middle of the lake.

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  She shoves her phone into the back pocket of her jeans and looks up at me. “This might be the best day I’ve ever had. Thank you.”

  I smile back at her. “You’ve thanked me no less than fifty times today.” I rub my thumb over her bottom lip, wanting to suck the soft flesh between my teeth.

  “No one has ever done something this nice for me before.”

  “I want to do nice things for you all the time, Kaylee. So, get used to this, and stop thanking me.” I pull her in for a hug.

  “Mr. Myles,” William says, interrupting our moment. “We best get going.” He nods his head toward a crowd of people who are all holding up their cell phones snapping pictures of my moment with Kaylee.

  “Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. “Ready, baby?” Kaylee nods, sliding her hand into mine as Michael and William get us back to the car safely.

  Chapter 15

  Kaylee

  Paxton held open the door to the massive suite. “Ladies, first,” he said, shooting me one of those earth-shattering grins, all white teeth and Southern charm as he bowed down and gestured for me to go ahead of him.

  A giggle slipped free. After the day we’d shared, I couldn’t help it. The outright giddiness that swept through me. “Why, thank you, kind sir.” My words oozed playfulness as I dipped down into an exaggerated curtsy.

  Fingertips fluttered out to graze down the side of my neck, his words lifting chills where he whispered them at my ear, something about them both possessive and sincere. “I’d do anything for my lady.”

  My heart rate spiked as my mind struggled to catch up with what was happening between us.

  Today had been one of the best days of my life, seeing all the history of London, things I’d never gotten to experience before and probably never would have had Paxton not invited me along.

  Under any circumstances, it would have been wonderful. A once in a lifetime chance.

  But it was Paxton who’d made it magical.

  This morning while riding The London Eye, I’d seen some of the most notable landmarks in all the world.