Perfect Kiss (Mason Creek Book 9)

by Lacey Black

  My hips are now moving entirely on their own, and it only takes a few more seconds before I’m teetering on the edge of release. Malcolm rips his lips from mine and trails them down my neck, gently biting my sensitive flesh before quickly soothing it with his tongue. The slight bite of pain partnered with his fingers is enough to send me flying over the edge.

  His mouth slams into mine, swallowing my cries of ecstasy, as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. His fingers don’t relent until my body sags into the couch, completely sated and boneless.

  “That may have been the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he mutters, kissing across my jaw.

  I wiggle my hand between us, seeking out his hard length wedged between us. Before I can get to him, he stops my hand, pulling it up to his lips and kissing the knuckles. “What’s the matter?”

  He sighs but doesn’t remove my hand from his lips. “As much as I’d really love for you to touch me, I think we should wait.”

  His words surprise me. “Wait?”

  Malcolm gives me the slightest, sexiest grin. “For when we can be completely alone. Next time, I don’t want to muffle your screams, Lenora. I want them to surround me as I slide into your body for the first time. I’m not taking you on your couch with Trace in the other room. We’re going on a date, just the two of us, so you tell me when you’re available, but make sure you have a sitter for the whole night, because once I’ve got you to myself, I won’t stop until we’ve both had our fill.” He kisses my palm and adds, “And that might be a very long night.”

  A shiver sweeps through my body at his statement. His declaration. We’ve been dancing around this and both want it. I can feel just how badly he does. It’s pressed very firmly between my legs. “How about Saturday night? I’ll see if Laken can watch Trace for me.”

  He places a chaste, hard kiss on my lips. “Let me know when you talk to her. My schedule is a lot more flexible than yours.”

  I highly doubt that. The man works two jobs.

  Then he gets up, taking the heat and comfort of his body pressed into mine with him. I didn’t even realize I groaned in outrage until he chuckles and extends a hand. “What about that?” I ask coyly as I place my hand in his and he helps me up.

  He glances down to where his erection is still raring to go in his jeans. “That will be just fine. He has a mind of his own, but it’s not the first time he’s had to take a seat and wait his turn,” he quips with a sexy smirk.

  “Well,” I start, stepping up and wrapping my hands around his back, “you could always just take a long shower and pretend I’m there with you.”

  He groans, almost painfully. “That image is never going away now, sweetheart.”

  I chuckle and give him a hug. A tinge of embarrassment sweeps through me, mostly because I’ve never done anything like I just did with him on my couch. I’ve usually been in a relationship with the guys I’ve been…intimate with.

  “If you can make it work Saturday night, we’ll have dinner and then maybe head back to my place. We can watch a movie or something,” he says, his own touch of nervousness in his voice.

  “I’d like that.” Although, my mind isn’t exactly on watching a movie. There’re a few other things I’d like to do with Malcolm instead…

  He slides his hands into my hair and kisses me. “Thank you for letting me come over tonight and cook the fish. I had a great time.”

  “I did too,” I reply, blushing as my mind replays what happened just a few minutes ago.

  A wicked grin spreads across his sinful lips, his eyes falling to my mouth. As if reading my mind, he says, “That was definitely my favorite part.” He lets me go, grabs the small bag left on the counter, and heads for the door. “Lock up behind me. I’ll make sure the downstairs door is secure.”

  “Thank you, Malcolm. For everything. We had a great time.”

  His soft grin reflects in his dark eyes as he says, “Me too. Night.”

  And then he’s gone, leaving me with the memory of the way he made my son laugh as they cooked dinner together and the way he made my body sing after Trace was put to bed. Malcolm Wright is under my skin and quickly becoming a necessary part of my day. If there was ever a chance of me keeping my distance from this man, that time has come and gone.

  I just worry about the fall, because if there’s one thing I’m doing, it’s falling for him.

  Hard and fast.

  “What’s the plan for this evening?” Laken asks after Trace takes off to play with the girls.

  “Well, I think we’re headed somewhere to eat dinner. When we talked last night, he didn’t like the idea of eating at Sauce It Up because then everyone would be up in our business,” I tell my sister, glancing down at my outfit.

  I must have changed a dozen times. First, I felt too casual, and then too dressed up. Since I wear comfortable clothes to clean in all day, I don’t have a big selection of things worthy of a date. I ended up choosing a pair of dark jean capris, a navy-blue sleeveless top that helps hide my extremely large breasts, and a pair of tan wedge sandals to give me a little more height.

  “You look amazing,” she says, as if reading my mind.

  “Really?”

  “Are you kidding? Malcolm is going to swallow his tongue when he sees you,” she states with a reassuring grin.

  “I’m nervous,” I finally confess.

  “Why?” she asks, taking a step forward and reaching for my hand.

  I sigh and close my eyes. “I’ve seen the women he dates, Lake, and I’m definitely not one of them. Plus…well, it’s been a while for me. You know…”

  The smile on her face lets me know she knows exactly what I was referring to. “Listen, Leni, you have nothing to worry about. First off, let’s talk about the other women he dates. Frankly, you’re right. You’re nothing like them.”

  I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. At least she could have lied to me, but then again, we don’t lie to each other. As sisters, we vowed to always be the one you could go to for help, and that includes hearing the hard truths in life.

  “Before you get all worked up, hear my words. You’re every bit as beautiful as those others, but you’re real. You’re not a Barbie who eats salads all day, spending her ex-husband’s alimony checks,” she says, referring to Jessa. “You’re as real as they get. You have your own job, own two businesses, work your ass off to provide for your son, and have gotten to where you are based on your own merits, not someone else’s. I’m so damn proud of you, and Malcolm Wright should thank his lucky stars you set your sights on him.”

  I can’t help but smile.

  “Now, let’s talk about the other thing,” she says, dropping her voice down to a whisper. “You’ve already mentioned about…down there when you walked in on him naked,” she adds, dropping her eyes down to my groin. “Any man packing that kind of heat with the trail of broken hearts in his rearview mirror didn’t get to that point without knowing how to use it.”

  A giggle spills from my lips, mostly because I’m recalling exactly what it felt like to have his erection pressed against me. And yes, it was…sizable.

  “I’ve also heard the rumors and something tells me they’re not too far off base.”

  I clear my throat and whisper, “Oh, it’s not.”

  Her eyes widen. “How big?” I demonstrate an approximate eight-or-nine inch length with my hands, causing her to gasp. “Shut up!”

  “You better be comparing the size of the fish you caught earlier in the day,” Grayson states with humor in his voice as he joins us in the kitchen.

  “Oh, she’s definitely not talking about a fish,” my evil sister retorts with a smirk. “She’s talking about—”

  “I’m pretty sure I know what she’s talking about, babe. No need to explain. Or compare, apparently.”

  Laken giggles and wraps her arms around Grayson, resting her head on his chest. “Absolutely no comparison necessary. You know what I think of the size of your—”

  “Stop
talking!” I holler, bringing my hands up to cover my ears. “Jeez, and to think you’re the quiet and shy sister.”

  “Oh, she’s not quiet,” Grayson quips, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

  “Good God, you two are gross. I do not want those images in my head.”

  “I wouldn’t mind those images in my head,” Grayson teases, swatting my sister on the ass.

  “I’m leaving now before you two change your mind and I’m the one babysitting tonight while you go do inappropriate things to my baby sister.” I start to head for the door.

  “Nothing inappropriate about it, Leni! In fact, it’s curl-your-toes appropriate on every level,” my sister yells after me as I push through the door.

  “Good night! Love you, sickos!”

  “Night! I expect all the juicy details tomorrow morning.”

  Chapter 17

  Malcolm

  When she opens her door, it’s like I’m struck by lightning. She’s standing there in blue jean capris, a high-neck navy blue sleeveless shirt, and cute wedge sandals. Her hair is down and straight and her makeup subtle, yet flawless. She’s simply the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.

  And tonight, she’s all mine.

  “Wow, you look amazing,” I say, stepping forward and brushing a kiss across her lips.

  Leni rolls her eyes dramatically, even though she smiles at the compliment. “Well, thank you.”

  “Ready to go?” I ask, noticing she’s carrying a duffle bag too. When we talked last night, we both agreed she’d join me after dinner back at my place. There was a lot of assumptions made with no definite decisions. I don’t want her to feel pressured into taking our relationship to the next level, so seeing her with a bag is a little exciting. It means she’s planning on staying with me tonight.

  She makes sure her door is locked and follows me to my car. I place her bag in the back seat and open the passenger door for her. Once she’s inside, I move to the driver’s side and hop in beside her, instantly reaching for her hand as soon as the car is started.

  As I pull out, I ask, “Are you okay with a steak and seafood joint? There’s this great place in Billings, and I know it’s a drive, but the food is worth it.”

  “That sounds good. I haven’t been to a restaurant that doesn’t feature chicken fingers and mac and cheese in forever,” she replies with a chuckle.

  I automatically smile myself, recalling how much macaroni and cheese Trace put away earlier in the week when I was at their place. “Good. You’ll love this joint. My grandparents and parents go a lot for special occasions. Their bacon wrapped filet is to die for.”

  Her stomach rumbles, causing a slight blush to tinge her cheeks. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten much today.”

  “No? Busy day?”

  She groans. “Yes. I had a cleaning job rescheduled from yesterday to today, so my mom came by the apartment and watched Trace. Then, I wasn’t back five minutes when my phone rang. There was a drainage issue with one of the washing machines downstairs, which resulted in a whole drum load of water spilling all over the floor. I had to call the plumber to help, and I’m so grateful he was right next door. He had it fixed in no time.”

  “That’s good,” I reply, picking up speed as we head to Billings.

  The drive takes about an hour, but it’s a comfortable trip. We chat about everything, from her work and the business below her apartment to the biggest obstacles yet to come as mayor. I actually find talking to Leni easier than I’ve ever experienced, but to be honest, there wasn’t a lot of talking on previous dates.

  I didn’t want to talk.

  Now, all I want to do is listen to the sound of her voice as she tells me about the products she uses for cleaning.

  When we arrive at the restaurant, I pull into the valet parking and lead her to the doorway. I can smell the delicious aromas as we approach the hostess stand, where a man in a suit is waiting. “Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?”

  “We do, under Wright.”

  “Ahh, yes, table for two. Right this way,” he says, leading us through the restaurant and toward a small, intimate table along the outer wall. “Your waiter will be with you shortly.”

  I hold out Leni’s chair and wait for her to take a seat before sitting in the one across from her. She holds up the menu in front of her and starts browsing the dinner options. “Oh man, I’m not sure which one I want.”

  I don’t even bother with the menu. I was here about three months ago with my dad and grandpa and already know what I’m having. It’s what I always get. “Might I make a suggestion?” She meets my gaze and nods. “Go with the surf and turf. You get your option of a lobster tail or grilled shrimp skewer; both are to die for. Add the bacon to the filet. You won’t be sorry.”

  Leni closes her menu and sets it aside. “That sounds amazing. I’ll do that.”

  When our waiter arrives, we each order one drink and a glass of water, and I add the fried green beans for an appetizer. I find myself reaching for her hand and holding it every chance we get. Even after our drinks and the starter arrives, I constantly reach over and graze her skin with my thumb. I can’t seem to stop myself.

  When our entrees arrive, I smile as her face lights up and her mouth practically waters. “Holy shit, this looks amazing,” she whispers the moment the waiter leaves.

  “Wait until you try it.”

  Leni cuts into her steak and takes her first bite, “Oh my God,” she groans, slowly chewing as the flavors explode in her mouth.

  Only after she’s swallowed her first bite do I cut into mine, savoring the amazing taste of the prime beef. “Try this,” I say, digging into my lobster tail with the small fork and holding it up for her to take a bite. When her lips wrap around my fork, I almost let my own groan fly, fantasizing about her lips around something else of mine.

  “Delicious,” she murmurs, slipping a shrimp off her skewer and holding it up.

  I lean forward, maintaining eye contact, as I bite the piece of seafood off her fork and slowly chew. The way she licks her lips as she watches me swallow has my cock jumping to full attention like a good soldier. Who knew eating dinner with her would be better than foreplay? All I can think about now is getting her home and having dessert.

  We don’t say much as we eat, but we don’t need to. The sexual tension is so thick, I’m sure everyone around us can feel it. It’s practically a living, breathing entity in the room, surrounding and encompassing us with each passing second.

  Once we’re finished and the waiter returns to collect our plates, he offers us dessert. When I notice her eyes lighting up as the chocolate cake is mentioned, I ask for two pieces to go and hand over my credit card. As soon as my name is scribbled on the slip of paper, I stand and reach for her hand, anxious to get her alone. Home. Naked.

  All of the above.

  As quickly as possible.

  Leni doesn’t speak as we wait for my car, one hand nestled in mine, while the other is resting on my forearm. Usually I enjoy amenities like valet parking, but all I can think about now is how I should have parked my own damn car. Then I could kiss her without being on display of others in the nearby vicinity.

  Finally, my car arrives, and I practically throw the money, including a healthy tip, at the driver. Leni slips into the passenger seat, careful not to upend the bag of cake, and we’re off just moments later. The first stoplight we hit, I reach for her and pull her toward me. Our lips meet in a frenzy, eager and desperate for more. Her sweet little tongue sliding against mine is almost my undoing, and the only thing that keeps me from throwing the car in park and taking her right here in the middle of the roadway is the horn blaring behind me.

  I glance up, realizing the light is green, and press my foot a little too firmly on the pedal. We dart through the intersection as I try to adjust my jeans to relieve some of the discomfort. “I can’t believe I almost mauled you during a red light.”

  She chuckles this seductive little sound that makes my dick so
damn hard. “Well, in your defense, I might have been doing just as much mauling.”

  I shake my head as she sets her hand on my thigh. “No, I think you need to keep your hands to yourself, Lenora. If you touch me, I might not be able to control myself. You turn me into an animal,” I state through gritted teeth as her fingers slide ever so closely to where my hard cock sits.

  “As much as I really can’t wait to see that side of you, I do suppose we should hold off just a bit until we’re closer to your place. And your bed.”

  The groan falling from my mouth is painful. I’m so turned on it’s painful. Everything is painful, except being with her.

  That’s pretty fucking amazing.

  “You’re quite the temptress, Lenora Abbott,” I reply, threading my fingers with hers. “I think I’ll hold your hand because I don’t trust you not to do things you shouldn’t do while I’m driving.”

  I glance over to see a wide smile spread across her lips. “Probably a good call.”

  By the time I pull into my driveway and straight into my garage, I’m so on edge I can barely think. I practically jump from the vehicle, not even bothering to take the keys with me. Instead, I head for the passenger door.

  To Leni.

  The moment she steps out, I pounce. My lips meet hers in a flurry of desire, as I press her back against the door. She goes up on her tiptoes, even in those crazy wedge shoes, and gives as good as she gets. Her hands grasp at my shirt, tugging me closer. My own hands are everywhere too. Her hair, her neck, her back, her hips. I want to touch her all over, and frankly, I’m a little overwhelmed on where to start.

  Ripping my mouth from hers, I suck in a deep breath of air. “I’m not mauling you in my garage, Lenora.”

  “Then we should go inside, yeah?”

  God, this woman is going to kill me.

  Just as we practically tumble through the doorway between the garage and mudroom, her cell phone rings. Like a cold glass of water thrown over us, we both sober quickly as she digs out her device. “Shit, it’s my sister’s number,” she says, drawing the phone to her ear. “Hello?” There’s slight panic in her voice.