Kiss Me Book 1 Page 3

  Amy felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment as heat raced up her neck.

  “Can I not just bring you a check in the morning?”

  “It’s not your money I want, princess,” he rasped into the phone. The low gravely timbre of his voice made her pussy jump in response, reminding her that he was the reason she was aching in the first place.

  “W-what is it that you want? And stop calling me princess.”

  “I have hit a bit of a road block with my work. I need a break and a word with my muse.”

  “Your muse?”

  “See you in twenty minutes.” The line went dead, and for a long moment all she could do was stare at the phone in her hand. Had he seriously just given her a booty call?

  Booty call or not, she found herself leaping from bed and jumping into the shower. She quickly shaved all areas of her body and cleaned up. By the time she got changed and left the house, she had five minutes to get to his place. It was nearly a ten-minute drive.

  She pulled up six minutes later. Taking a deep breath, she locked her car and walked to the front door. She was surprised to find it unlocked. Not too comfortable in the dark, she hurried across the gallery floor and to the bay doors. On the other side she could hear music playing, but it was blaring like the last time she’d been there. With shaky hands she pulled the doors open and stepped inside.

  “You’re late,” he called down from his loft.

  “I’m not here to jump at your beck and call,” she retorted as she began to climb the stairs. When she reached the top she found him standing in front of a large blank canvas, wearing only flannel pajama bottoms.

  “But you jumped, didn’t you?” he said, smiling wickedly as he took a step closer.

  “I’m here so I can get my things back, and nothing more. I promised to pay a debt and here I am.”

  “Glad you see it that way,” he said, hooking his finger through one of the belt loops on her jeans and pulling her flush against her chest. “Because I’ve not been able to think about anything but you since the night of the opening.”

  Her hands splayed out against his bare chest. His muscles were warm and firm beneath her palms.

  “I’ve not been able to work,” he said, nipping at her neck gently with his teeth.

  “H—how is that my fault?” she whispered as she tilted her head further to the side.

  “Because all I can think about is the way you looked in that black dress. The rose in your cheeks as you looked at the artwork. That little fire in your eyes when you thought I stole your stuff.”

  He pressed his hips forward, pushing his hardening cock into her stomach. She was reminded of how much taller he was than her. It was at least by a foot.

  “Awfully sure of yourself,” she said as his lips began to suck and kiss the hollow of her neck.

  “I saw it the first time you came up here.”

  Reaching between them, he palmed her breast and teased her nipples through the thin material of her shirt. “Your nipples were tight and hard, and right then I knew I had to taste them.”

  “I—I don’t even know you,” she protested feebly. She knew it was a weak attempt, but at least this way, when she felt guilty for what she was about to do, she could say she gave up a fight.

  He ignored her protests. “I bet if I slip my hands inside those jeans your little pussy will be wet.”

  He kissed a line up her jaw and then claimed her lips. It was an all-consuming kiss that weakened her knees. Her hands clutched at his arms and clung to him for support. Without him, she was certain she would have fallen. Though she’d only just met him, he kissed with a fire and a passion with which, in all the years she was married, her husband had never kissed her.

  Christian’s tongue slipped between her lips and began to tease them. That was all it took. Her resolve crumbled and she melted into his chest. Had he been a terrible kisser, it wouldn’t have been a problem; however, he was a fantastic kisser.

  She felt his hands grasp her ass as she was being lifted from the floor. Her legs swung around his hips as she ran her fingers through his hair, freeing it from the rubber band holding it back. His hair was like silk between her fingers, and she cupped the back of his head, pulling his mouth tighter to hers.

  A small groan escaped her lips as he climbed onto the bed with her, never breaking their kiss. Holding on to the back of her thigh, he pressed his erection into her.

  “Fuck,” she hissed against his mouth.

  He chuckled, and she could feel the vibrations from his chest on hers. Suddenly her hands were on his back, raking her nails against his skin. She felt like her body was on fire. It had started out as nothing but glowing coals the first time she’d visited him, but slowly it had grown into a roaring inferno. Now that she was lying beneath him, there was nothing more in the world that she wanted than to feel him spread her legs wide and ride her for all it was worth. In that moment, her art didn’t matter. There was only one thing she wanted—and it was the man teasing her mercilessly with his cock.

  Reaching between them, she began to frantically pull at the front of his pajama bottoms. He chuckled and clasped her hands. “Now, now princess.” He gripped the hem of her shirt and tugged it up and over her head. Next he unfastened the front clasp on her bra, freeing her throbbing breasts. The tips tightened under the intensity of his gaze. Dragging her hands above her head, he pinned her wrists to the bed with one hand while supporting his weight beside her head on the other.

  “Mmm,” he hummed as he bent and brought a light pink tip between his lips and suckled hard on it. The sharp pain caused her to arch from the bed and gasp. A fierce throbbing exploded between her legs, and she tried to close them to ease the pressure, but he was still rocking and thrusting his cock against her through her jeans.

  She was gasping and panting. He left one breast wet and aching before moving to the other. Harder and harder he sucked and rolled the nipple between his lips while biting on the thick bud as he rolled his hips. Her body began to buck and shiver as she felt the waves of pleasure explode around her. With a cry from her lips, she arched from the bed and clung to his shoulders. Did she just come from him sucking on her nipples?

  He chuckled and moved away from her. She heard the pop of the button on her jeans followed by the hissing sound of her zipper. “Lift,” was all he said as he coaxed her jeans and panties down over her hips and over her legs. Next she heard the scraping of his pants coming off and the mattress sagging beneath him as he climbed between her legs.

  “Hope you like it rough,” he said, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him, “Because I’m going to fuck you until you come, then I’m going to turn you over and fuck you again. I’m going to ride you until you pop like warm champagne, and then when you think I’m done, I’m going to fuck you all over again.”

  She didn’t have time to respond as he thrust completely into her. Amy screamed and sat up, pushing herself down on his lap. He was enormous, stretching her pussy walls to their capacity. It was a sweet kind of pain that she accepted greedily. Together they fucked, his upward thrusts meeting her downward thrusts. He buried his face between her breasts as wrapped his arms around her back.

  Amy tightened her legs around him, pulling a long and low lusty groan from his lips. “Fuck Amy, your pussy is so tight,” he growled into her shoulder.

  She raked her nails into his back as he stretched her. He clamped his mouth down, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck. The pain excited her, and, to further encourage him, she clawed at him again.

  “So you like it rough, you little hellcat?”

  Truth be told, this was the first time she’d ever had sex any other way that the missionary position. Robert had been very traditional and boring, and up until the moment Christian had pulled her onto his lap, she’d had no idea that sex could be so . . . fun. She was discovering the dirtier Christian talked, the more turned on she got. The rougher he got the closer she got to coming. It terrified her.

 
Feeling bold she pulled her head back and gave him a challenging smile. “Give me what you got!”

  In one swift movement he pulled out of her and spun her around, throwing her face down into the soft mattress. Part of her wanted to panic, but a bigger part of her knew she could trust Christian. Taking her by the hands, he lifted them to the headboard and secured metal handcuffs around her wrists. The click click click sounds filled the room.

  “Be careful what you wish for, princess,” he growled as he bit down on her shoulder and pulled her up on her knees.

  His hand landed soundly against her ass and she bucked and cried out. The pain was intense and for a moment she thought about begging him to stop but decided against it. Again, he slapped her ass, this time on the other cheek. Over and over again he repeated the process until her bare ass was tender and felt like it was on fire.

  She’d bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. As much as it hurt, she realized that something else was happening as he spanked her. Her pussy was beginning to throb again. This throbbing was much different than before.

  He didn’t give her a chance to recuperate before slamming his cock into her pussy from behind. Roughly he clasped her hips as he drove inside her.

  “Fuck you’re so wet,” he rasped as he rammed deeper and harder into her pulsing depths. Reaching around, he massaged her clit with his fingers as he rocked against her. Amy’s head felt like it was about to explode as an unfamiliar pressure began to form in the pit of her stomach. With each long and wild stroke of his cock, Christian pressed against something inside her that was begging to come unraveled. Each time he touched it she got closer and closer. She clung to the headboard as the metal cuffs bit into her wrists. She was sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but it wasn’t something she particularly cared about. She just needed to figure out what was happening inside her body. Tighter and tighter the coil grew.

  “I can feel you getting tighter around me. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned as he quickened his pace. He leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder once more, his hair falling over her shoulder and brushing against her neck. She wanted to reach up and lace her fingers through those locks but couldn’t.

  Harder and faster her rode and when she was certain she was about to explode he suddenly stopped and pulled out of her completely. Her body trembled with a pent up release.

  “Nooo,” she said, gasping for air.

  He chuckled. “Not yet. You come when I say you can come.”

  She let out a little whimper as she felt him move around beside her. Turning her head, she could see his cock, and she wasn’t surprised anymore that he’d stretched her slit. The thing was massive. Her mouth watered as it hovered just beside her mouth. She could smell her salty musky scent covering her dick and she licked her lips, wanting a taste.

  Gripping her hair in his hands, he pulled her head to his dick and she sucked him in as deeply as he would go. She was right—the taste of her juices mingling with the taste of his cock exploded on her tongue. Greedily, she sucked and lapped at his dick, teasing just beneath the engorged head with the tip of her tongue.

  “Mother of fuck, where did you learn that,” he growled as he tightened his hold on her head. She smiled around his cock and continued to bob up and down. Her neck and arms hurt because of the uncomfortable position, but she ignored it. The only thing she could think about was tasting him. Well, that and the throbbing ache that had her slit begging for more.

  “Whoa there, princess, I think you’d better slow that down a bit,” he said as he pulled away from her. Leaning down he kissed her swollen lips.

  “Do you want to come now, princess?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Beg,” he demanded.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please . . . make me come. Please fuck me until I come,” she begged.

  “That’s a good girl.”

  Taking up his position behind her once more, he buried his cock into her folds once more. It didn’t take long for the feeling to return; however, this time it was much more intense. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her clit, forcing her to buck and rock beneath him. She gripped the headboard and combined with his thrusts and her pushing against it. The board groaned in protest as it slammed against the wall.

  Harder and harder he fucked her hole until she was right on the edge. This time there was no denying her. As his dick pressed against that special spot one last time, everything around her exploded into a myriad of blinding lights.

  Amy let loose a scream like a wild cat as she bucked and pulled against her restraints. She didn’t go far because Christian held her firmly by the hips, never relenting on his thrusts.

  “That’s not all from you,” he puffed out as he grunted and thrust harder and harder.

  He was right, because before she could catch her breath, another orgasm descended down upon her with more force than the first. Her heart raced like mad against her chest. For a millisecond, she wondered if she was going to have a heart attack. She pulled against the cuffs and felt them bite into her skin painfully. Being bound kept her from clawing or lashing out like she needed to. So she just hung on and let Christian ride her like a stud horse.

  Finally, his breaths were coming out in short jerky spurts. He began to grunt as he pulled out of her. She felt his warm spew splatter onto her back.

  Moments later she was vaguely aware of the cuffs being removed from her hands. She collapsed face first onto the bed and didn’t move. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to but because she wasn’t sure she had enough feeling in her body to carry out such tasks as walking, or even sitting up, for that matter.

  She must have begun to doze off when she felt a warm cloth being drawn over her back, cleaning away the evidence of their lovemaking. She stretched and he laughed.

  “Just like a kitten,” he said as he drew the cloth along her back. “Perhaps I should call you kitten instead of princess.”

  “I hate when people call me princess,” she said.

  “Princess it is,” he said as he landed a firm smack on her backside before getting up from the bed.

  She winced and frowned. “Bastard,” she muttered into the blanket.

  Slowly and with protesting muscles, she rolled onto her back. Christian was dressed in his flannel pajamas and standing on the other side of his canvas. Occasionally he would peek around and look at her, paint brush crammed between his teeth as he studied her intently before ducking his head back around.

  “What are you painting,” she said as she finally slid from the bed, dragging the black satin sheet with her.

  “Not your concern,” he said impishly.

  “You’re not going to let me see?”

  “Most assuredly not,” he said.

  “Why not?”

  “Because you are going home.”

  Amy looked at him as if she’d been slapped. The sting of rejection burned in her chest. She gave him a knowing nod. “So that was how this works?”

  He looked around the canvas at her, eyes wide with confusion. Realization dawned on him. “Hey, wait. That’s not what this is. Damn, give me a little more credit.”

  She stiffened and tilted her jaw in defiance. “You said payment for my things, so I assume that was all this was.”

  He smirked. “Oh it was fun alright, but it was far from what you owe me,” he said as he took a step closer to her and pulled her against him. He then scooped her from her feet and carried her back to bed. “In fact, I think I’ll take another payment right now.”

  She giggled like a college girl as he dumped her onto the bed and stalked her on all fours like a giant cat.

  They made love again and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Amy was too tired to think about the regrets she was going to have in a couple of hours. She was too tired to think about the fact that she’d just had sex with a near stranger. The only thing she could think about was the fact that, for the first time eve
r, she fell asleep after sex, feeling completely sated and happy.

  When Amy awoke the sun was filtering through the dirty windows at the top of the wall. Their warm rays tickled her face as she stretched. Her body protested lightly as she moved. When her arm went to the side of the bed, she found it empty. Frowning, she sat up.

  Looking around the loft, she didn’t see Christian anywhere. Then she heard angry voices coming from below. Slowly creeping from the bed, she stood by the railing, careful to keep out of sight.

  The voices below were heated. One of them was Christian but she didn’t recognize the other. She strained as she listened to the conversation. Thankfully their voices carried well in the open space below.

  “I know it doesn’t look good, Amal,” Christian said in a harsh whisper.

  “Do you realize if you are convicted this time you could go to prison for a very long time?”

  “There’s got to be another way. Can’t you make this disappear like the last time?”

  “This isn’t like the last time, Christian.”

  “No, it’s not. Because unlike last time, I actually like this girl,” Christian snapped.

  “Well, then, I suggest you figure something out, because if she finds out about your history with this shit, she is going to fucking lose it. I mean it Christian. I can’t promise to get you out of it this time. Your past has already been throwing up red flags all over the place. You need to get what you want done figured out before it’s too late.”

  “I just need time,” Christian said.

  “Well, brother, time is not what you’ve got.”

  Amy’s heart stopped. Not like last time. What kind of secrets was Christian hiding? What red flags was this man talking about? And what had he gotten him out of before?

  Amy’s mind was spinning in dozens of directions. Who in the hell had she just slept with?

  Kiss Me Book 2

  Amy was pulling up her jeans when she heard Christian climbing back up the stairs. Her heart raced wildly. She didn’t want him to know that she’d overheard anything, so she tried to act as cool and calm as possible. Unfortunately, acting was not her strong suit.