One Wild Kiss

by Jessica Lemmon

  “Oh, that feels nice,” she praised.

  “That ain’t nothin’.” He set his tongue to one, the taste better than the feel. She raked her hands into his hair and encouraged him to make his way to the other. He was a man who was willing to serve.

  He swirled his tongue around and around, sucking her deep. As her breaths quickened, her hips moved of their own volition. She rode his lap but fell short of where he wanted her—where he needed her. Palms splayed over her back, he moved to lay her down but she stopped him with both hands on his chest and shoved him down on the bed.

  “Stay,” she instructed.

  He obeyed, watching, amused, as she climbed from the bed to shed the remainder of her sparkly ball gown and kick off her high-heeled shoes. Then she undressed him, which was something he didn’t recall experiencing with a woman ever—he could say that with certainty. She tossed his shoes aside, peeled off his socks, dragged his pants down his legs and tossed them on the floor. Then she gave him another show, turning her back to him and tucking her thumbs into her panties. Bending, she peeked over her shoulder at him as she rolled the last bit of clothing over her temptingly round ass, past her thighs and finally off her feet.

  His chest heaved, his fists mangling the neatly made bedspread. She came to him and leaned over, her small breasts brushing his chest as she crawled up his form.

  Her lips barely touching his, she murmured, “Good boy.”

  Cupping her soft breasts, he accepted the kiss she offered, nearly exploding then and there when she kissed him long and deep. She took her time to explore his mouth while he gently pinched her nipples. When she gripped him and gave him a stroke he wondered if he’d die before he came.

  “Bran.” Her whisper was almost frantic. “I want you.”

  Best damn news he’d heard all day.

  “I noticed.” Sliding his hand between her legs, he found her warm and wet. He stroked her center, while he kissed her, timing his tongue with his fingers. But she wasn’t able to hold her mouth over his whenever he touched that tiny, sensitive nerve bundle. She pulled away on a gasp.

  “Condom,” came her broken sentence. “Where?”

  “Bag in the bathroom.”

  She moved to climb off him, but he stopped her with a “not yet.”

  “But—”

  He reversed their positions, him over her, and with one knee spread her legs wide. Then he found the heart of her with his fingers and renewed his efforts, kissing her nipples instead of her mouth this time. She squirmed beneath him, her hands fisting his hair, her breaths high and tight. By the time an orgasm rocked her, he moved from her breasts to kiss her neck, then her cheek and then her mouth.

  “That’s what I wanted,” he told her, his lips against hers before finishing her off with a succinct kiss.

  He watched her descend back to earth, shaking off the haze of the orgasm slowly. A smile crested her full mouth, her eyes barely open. “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Somewhere she must’ve found a hidden source of energy. Next she pushed on his chest and rolled over him, kissing his neck and chest. Halfway to where he wanted her sweet mouth, she hopped off him and sent him a smile over her shoulder. Her hair was a wreck, and combined with the wiggle of her heart-shaped ass as she left the room, quite possibly the most tempting she’d ever looked.

  Every moment he’d spent with Addi on this trip had taken him by surprise. It was a refreshing change from him trying to wrangle and orchestrate every detail of his life. With her he could just be.

  When she returned, his head cleared of all thoughts save her. She straddled him, settling over his waist and waving the condom packet between them. “Ready, cowboy?”

  He moved before she expected him to, pressing her back to the bed and snagging the condom at the same time. A laugh exploded from her chest, one of pure delight. He couldn’t help grinning, too. “Are you ready?”

  Her teeth on her bottom lip, her smile transformed into one that was at once demure and wanton. He knew why a second later, when he felt her hand grip him firmly before tickling his balls with her fingernails.

  He’d fantasized about having her tonight, so sure he’d have to ease her into it. Take his time. He thought she’d be shy. That he’d need to coax her out of her shell by first kissing her from head to toe.

  How wrong he’d been. Delightfully wrong...

  He rolled on the condom, notched the head of his cock into her and her head bucked. Eyes closed, she hissed the word “yes” three times in a row. Her fingernails scraped his shoulders as he slid in the rest of the way, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat.

  Once there, he paused long enough to meet her open eyes, to admire the blush of her cheeks. “Ready, Addi?”

  She gave him a squeeze with her inner muscles, grinning like a goddess while he nearly blacked out. In his ear, the silken caress of her voice announced, “I’ve been ready, handsome. Now start moving.”

  If he wasn’t convinced before, now he knew for sure.

  Sex with Addison would be the best sex of his life.

  Fourteen

  Addi’s goal for her one night with Brannon Knox was to take everything she wanted and leave nothing undone. She’d vowed to make it good. Evidently she overshot the mark, because sex with Bran wasn’t good. It was freaking fantastic.

  Epic.

  Mind-blowing.

  And when he’d stopped letting her run the show to take over, she was just as thrilled with the outcome.

  But.

  She still wanted to run the show.

  “I want to be on top again,” she told him as he stroked into her. “Please.”

  She could tell that he didn’t want to say yes, to give up control of her pleasure. But there was more to her pleasure than he knew—most of it would come from being in charge of his.

  Her please must have swayed him. He allowed her to climb on top of him, settling beneath her. Straddling him, she admired his hair ruffled in the pattern of her fingertips—bucket list item!—on the backdrop of a snow-white pillowcase.

  She eased down onto him, and he filled her, the length and girth of him even more substantial in this position. Still, he didn’t let her do all the work, his hands clutching her hips as he rose to meet her.

  After a few gentle glides, he clutched her hips and slammed her down onto him.

  “Oh!” What a lovely surprise that had been.

  He repeated the motion, his gaze never leaving hers. Another orgasm crept along her spine, threatening bone-melting pleasure.

  “Like that?” He pulled her down and hit that precious, perfect spot again.

  “Oh!” He’d coaxed that reaction from her without trying.

  “Yeah, you like that.”

  So proud of himself.

  “You like this.” She rotated her hips and watched as his smile was replaced by a look of pained pleasure. “Don’t you?”

  “Keep working, honey,” was his gruff answer.

  She kept working, he kept rising to meet her and his thumb brushed against her clitoris in time with each long, smooth stroke. It was that move that sent her over. Hands on his chest, she rode out her orgasm with her eyes shut. Wave after wave hit her mercilessly, her insides clutching him greedily. He took over for her, pistoning his hips while she had the most delicious orgasm she’d ever experienced. A loud growl followed—his release—paired with his tight grip on her hips. So tight she wouldn’t be surprised if his fingertips left imprints.

  When she was finally able to open her eyes, she’d collapsed on top of him. Her breasts were smashed flat on his chest, her nose tucked into his throat. She took a long inhalation before biting his neck and soothing it with a kiss.

  He spoke first.

  “Damn, Addi. That was... That was...” His chest moved with a deep laugh and she used the reserves of her
strength to lift her head. He quickly lost his smile and kissed her tenderly, moving his lips on hers.

  “Incredible.” He kissed her nose. “Unexpected. You’re a cowgirl in the bedroom. Who knew?”

  Delirious from her earth-shattering orgasm, she muttered, “Only with you.”

  “I’ll take it.” He dropped his head back and blew out a breath. “I owe you a few hours of foreplay, but if you give me a few minutes to recover...”

  A few minutes.

  Well, they’d have to hold her funeral right after Joe’s because she must have died from ecstasy. No way was Brannon Knox asking her for a round two.

  She looked into his dark eyes. “You’re—are you serious?”

  “Usually it wouldn’t take me so long to recover.” Ever so gently, he slid from her body and placed a kiss on the center of her lips. “Honey, you ruined me tonight.” With a wink, he climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom.

  That seemed fair. He’d ruined her a long time ago.

  He strolled back into the room a minute later and she feasted on the sight of him. Wide shoulders trickled down to a broad, defined chest to chiseled abs. His penis hung heavy to one side. At half-mast, it was still impressive.

  “Hey, I’m up here.”

  She rerouted her gaze to his face to find him grinning.

  “Nah, I’m kidding. I like the way you look at me.” He peeled back the blankets and invited her under them with him.

  She went, cuddling into the crook of his arm. “This has been... You’ve been... I don’t know what to say except for thank you.”

  He responded sincerely, his lips pressing against the top of her head. “I know this is a tough weekend for you. I’m glad I could make it better.”

  She rested her hand on his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “It went fast. The weekend’s almost over.”

  Right. Almost over.

  Almost time to load up the car and drive back to River Grove where she would sit at her desk come Monday morning. Almost time to forget that Bran wore nothing under his suit pants—impossible. Almost time to pack her feelings for him into a deep, dark crevice and forget about them.

  “But not yet.” He was suddenly gone, her head falling to the pillow with a soft whump. His head ducked beneath the covers, his hands on her breasts while his mouth kissed her torso then lower, lower and...

  “Oh God.” She arched her neck and closed her eyes. Definitely she’d died and gone to heaven.

  Heaven was the only way to describe Bran’s mouth.

  * * *

  Brannon woke the next morning to an empty bed.

  After a very late night with Addison, he’d pulled the room-darkening curtain so they could sleep in—which he’d had zero problems doing. He could have slept through a 10.0 earthquake. She’d thoroughly worn him out.

  He climbed from bed, scrubbed his face with his hands and opened the drapes. “Ad?”

  Sunlight filled the bedroom, highlighting the tangled white sheets. He squinted against the brightness, smiling at the pillows they’d knocked to the floor during their exploration of each other. Shuffling to the bathroom, he checked the dark room but she wasn’t in there, either.

  Well. That was a first.

  He’d never lost his date from the previous night. Not that he’d had many one-night stands. And after how good last night was, they’d be crazy to only indulge in one night. He hadn’t had enough of Addi.

  Before they’d fallen asleep, he’d gone down on her and she’d climaxed several times. They’d had sex again, and he went slow so he could watch each satisfied microexpression cross her face. She’d fallen asleep snuggled against him, and dead arm be damned, he was content to let her lie there as long as she liked.

  Now, she was a ghost? It made no sense.

  The clock on the nightstand read a little after eight in the morning. He knocked lightly on their joined doors, assuming she’d fled to her own bed in the neighboring room.

  No answer.

  He knocked again. “Addi?”

  When there was no answer, he tried the knob. Locked.

  He knew damn well she’d enjoyed herself—several times. She hadn’t faked her reaction to him any more than he’d been able to fake his reaction to her. She’d turned him inside out, surprised him and made him want more. So how was it that she wasn’t around this morning for the more he was ready to give her?

  He showered and dressed before venturing downstairs. Brunch was in full swing, and he saw some familiar faces from the weekend festivities. At the coffee bar, he spotted the face he’d been expecting on the pillow next to his this morning.

  Approaching from behind, he leaned over Addi’s shoulder and dropped his voice low. “Excuse me, have you seen the woman who was in my bed last night? She vanished without saying goodbye.”

  She spun around, her mouth pulled into a soft “O” of surprise. “Brannon. Hi. I was... I couldn’t sleep.”

  “That’s funny. I could barely wake up.”

  “I noticed. You snore.” She poured cream into her coffee.

  He started to argue, but she spoke before he could.

  “Would you like coffee?”

  “Sure.”

  She poured him a mug, then added cream and the perfect amount of sugar. She knew how he took his coffee and he had no idea how she took hers. She’d been paying attention to him for the last year she’d been working for him and he’d been... Well, not ignoring her, but definitely not paying close enough attention.

  She handed him the mug. “Here you go.”

  Before she vanished a second time, he gripped her arm. “Where are you going?”

  “The pool?” A closer look at her white linen dress showed the shadow of a yellow bikini underneath.

  “How about some breakfast?”

  “I thought you might be in a hurry to leave for River Grove so I was going to grab a quick swim before we check out.”

  One of them was in a hurry today, but it sure as hell wasn’t him.

  “Now that you mention it, I could use a swim. After breakfast. Join me.”

  She turned and walked to a table, her spine straight and her shoulders pulled back. Proper. Elegant. She was icing him. No easy smiles or flirtatious side-eyes any more. Even her offer of coffee had been as generic as if they were back at the office already.

  They’d barely lowered into their chairs when a waitress approached and took their breakfast order. There were limited choices on the menu, which made choosing easy.

  “Pancakes sound good. I almost ordered that,” Addi said conversationally after the waitress left. “Just let me know when you’re ready to leave. I can be packed in a matter of minutes.”

  Again, so formal.

  “What gives?” He knew when he was being dismissed. He didn’t care for it.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You left my bed.” And now that he’d said it aloud, he realized how much it pissed him off. Not because she owed him anything, but because he’d invited her there. She could have done him the courtesy of telling him she was leaving. Or hell, leaving a note. “I had to scour the grounds to find you and when I do, you treat me like we’re in the middle of a business transaction. So again I ask, what gives?”

  He sipped his coffee. It was perfect, which irked him for some reason.

  “You knew what this was.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “One night and a clean break.”

  He felt his eyebrows jump. “I didn’t realize there was such a defined line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.”

  “I said midnight—”

  “We went well past midnight.” Last time he’d checked the clock over Addi’s naked, sated body, it was nearly 3:00 a.m.

  “I was trying to be practical.” Her cheeks stained pink as she studied her coffee.


  “I’m not big on practical any longer. Remember?” Practical hadn’t helped him land CEO. Practical had him asking out a woman he had no sexual chemistry with whatsoever. Practical had him purchasing an engagement ring for the same woman, one he didn’t love. As far as he was concerned, practical was damn impractical.

  He’d insisted enjoying the weekend with Addi for one reason: he wanted to. Granted, he hadn’t expected to enjoy himself as much as he had or he never would have agreed to her one-night rule.

  “I don’t want it to end like this,” he grumbled, frustrated. “Not over pancakes before a four-hour car ride home.”

  She watched him, silent.

  “Have you had enough of me already?” Having asked that he realized she could answer the affirmative, which left him weirdly exposed.

  “No.” She sighed, and in her hesitation he sensed she was feeling equally vulnerable.

  “Okay, good.” Great, actually. “How do you feel about extending the weekend? Is there any reason for me to be in the office tomorrow? Any big meetings? Unmovable conference calls?”

  “I—I’d have to double-check but I don’t think so.”

  “Even if there is, we can cancel. There’s nothing more important going on than this.”

  She offered a gentle smile, and his shoulders relaxed some. He didn’t often crave approval, but hers meant a lot to him.

  “Addison—what’s your middle name?”

  “Jane.”

  “Addison Jane Abrams—” he reached for her hand on the table “—would you be willing to stay another night with me? The entire night. Through morning. No vanishing.”

  She nodded.

  “I’m going to need to hear the word.”

  “Yes,” she answered and pride flooded his chest. “As long as my boss doesn’t care if I skip work on Monday, I’m willing to stay another night.”

  “I see no bosses here.”