Kiss Me

by Lexy Timms

  His heart ached thinking about her hurt or gone from his life forever. When he made the call, he could barely get the words out. He was terrified they were going to confirm his fear and ask him to identify a body. He didn’t think he would ever be able to come to terms with her being truly gone forever.

  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he kept expecting her to come back or call and tell him everything was okay, but she had needed a change of scenery. Ben had convinced himself he could live with that. He would be able to accept her reasons and move on. The call hadn’t come. His imagination had run wild yesterday and he’d finally made the call, only to be told there was nothing they could do. She was a grown woman who most likely left under her own steam. There wasn’t a crime committed. She ran away. Ben argued and told them about Tim and the possibility she had been kidnapped or hurt, but the police weren’t ready to start an investigation.

  Ben had reluctantly agreed to give it more time. If the private investigators didn’t come up with anything, he would use his power and money to get an investigation opened. There was no way anyone could disappear without a trace in this day and age. Someone had to have seen her or know something and Ben was determined to find out.

  He'd called Talia twice that week, hoping she would have at least heard something. She hadn’t. Katherine had disappeared. Vanished into thin air. Everyone was under orders to call him the minute they heard from her. The worry was making him crazy. He knew everyone else was as worried as he was and it didn’t make for a very exciting crowd to hang out with.

  Without talking himself out of it, he pushed the button that would call Talia again.

  “Hi, Ben,” she answered on a yawn.

  “I’m sorry to call you again,” he started.

  She yawned again. “It’s okay. Did she call you?” she asked.

  “No, why, was she supposed to?” he asked, sitting forward.

  “No. I’m sorry. I thought that’s why you were calling. I haven’t heard from her at all,” Talia said.

  He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head with irritation and frustration. “Okay, I’m sorry to keep bugging you.”

  “It’s okay. I’m glad she has someone that cares about her so much. She really is a good woman. It’s good she has someone who can see how awesome she is. That man, he is an idiot. He had no idea what he had, but I’m glad she’s not going back to him. Too many women in her situation do just that.”

  “She did too, for far too long,” he grumbled.

  “But, she’s free now.”

  “I hope so. I’ll let you get back to your day off. If she does check in, please let me know. I don’t need details, but just let me know she is alive and well. I promise I’m not a stalker and I’m not trying to do anything she doesn’t want me to do. If I’m crowding her and she needs space, I get it. I’ll back off,” he said, hoping like hell Talia understood.

  “I understand. She was very happy with you. She’s not running from you, I’m sure of it. She’s running from him,” she said in a gentle tone.

  “Thank you. Goodbye,” he mumbled before ending the call, not feeling any better about the situation.

  Ben knew he was probably making an ass out of himself by continually calling. He felt like someone should tell him, very bluntly, she didn’t want to talk to him and to quit chasing her. Until he heard it from her or someone speaking on her behalf, he wasn’t going to give up. He couldn’t.

  His day was going nowhere fast and alcohol seemed like a good option, even if it was the middle of the day. Alcohol would numb some of the stress he was under. He rose from the couch, his bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor in the living room before making his way towards the even colder marble floors that covered most of the house.

  When the doorbell rang, he considered ignoring it. It wasn’t hard to figure out who it was. There were only a handful of people approved for entry. It was probably Rachel or Will, or maybe both coming to check on him. He’d been in a shitty mood yesterday and he knew they would be trying to cheer him up. He didn’t want to be cheered up. He wanted to be miserable. A bottle of scotch sounded far more appealing than trying to be polite while entertaining guests.

  “Go away,” he muttered under his breath, knowing full well they couldn’t hear him.

  Not wanting to be rude, he strode down the hall, uncaring that he was shirtless. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen it before. He wasn’t at work and didn’t have to put on airs for anyone. Maybe they’d get the hint he wasn’t in the mood for company.

  He yanked opened the door, ready to tell his friends he was fine and just wanted to be alone. Instead, of seeing Rachel and Will, he got a huge shock. His mouth dropped open and he stared at the woman standing there, a sheepish look on her beautiful face, her dark brown eyes apologetic. He stared long and hard. At first, he thought it was a drunken stupor until he remembered he hadn’t had a drop yet.

  “I’m sorry,” Katherine said in a small voice, her arms hanging at her sides as she looked at him with those eyes he loved so dearly.

  Ben didn’t think twice, he grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her, slamming her face into his bare chest as held onto her like he would never let go. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her lithe body pressing against his.

  “You’re here,” he mumbled, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest as he practically tried to absorb her body with his. He never wanted to let go. He had convinced himself he would never see her or hold her again and now she was there, in his arms. He couldn’t release her for fear it would be the last time he got to inhale the scent of her hair or feel her arms holding him so tight.

  “I’m sorry,” she muttered against his chest again.

  “Don’t,” he breathed out the word.

  He didn’t want her apologizing. He just wanted her. Ben pulled her inside the foyer and kicked the door shut, one hand on her arm as if he were afraid she would disappear if he let go. He stood back, looking over her face, checking for injuries and finding nothing. His eyes drank in the sight of her. He noticed her blonde roots were a little more pronounced. She hadn’t dyed her hair recently. He hoped that meant she wasn’t trying to hide or run anymore.

  He couldn’t stop himself. He had to taste her and slammed his mouth over hers, his tongue pushed inside. He heard himself groan with satisfaction. Having her in his arms, tasting her, seeing her, it was too much. He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted her. He needed her.

  She pulled away, looking into his eyes, her hand moving to his face where there was heavy beard stubble coming in before moving into his hair that hadn’t been cut in two weeks, which was very unlike him.

  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered again.

  He shook his head. “You’re here, that’s all that matters.”

  “I should have called. I wanted to,” she replied, he could see the apologetic look on her face.

  He kissed her again. His anger and frustration were gone. She was forgiven, absolved of all her sins. He wanted to show her how much he had missed her. His hands reached for the button-up plaid shirt she was wearing and yanked it over her head. There was no time to mess around with buttons. Then he was working at the button and fly on her jeans, peeling them down her hips.

  Her hands went to his chest, pushing away as she kicked off her shoes and shucked her jeans. Her urgency matched his own. They were in his house alone and he knew his security wouldn’t bother him, not with a woman in the house. They knew better.

  “I want you,” he whispered over her neck.

  “I’m here,” she replied, her head dropping back, giving him complete access.

  His hands deftly unhooked her bra before pulling it away from her body, giving him a fabulous view of her gorgeous breasts. He wanted all of her all at once. Passion was making him feel frenzied as his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking it between his teeth. She was practically climbing him, one leg wrapped around his knees, making him unsteady.

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bsp; With his mouth still holding onto one of her erect nipples, he took a few steps forward, pushing her against the wall for support before dropping to his knees in front of her. He wanted to worship at her feet. His hands stretched up, holding her breasts while he buried his face between her legs. She gasped, encouraging him to continue his worshipping.

  Her panties were in the way. His hands moved over her flat tummy, continuing down her body, pulling the panties down as he went. He carefully lifted one foot than the other before nudging her legs a little wider for easy access to her sweet spot.

  “Oh sweetheart, I’ve been dreaming of this for days,” he groaned, before leaning forward to press his mouth to her nether lips.

  “Ben,” she moaned, and he knew she was as hot as he was.

  He knew her body well, and knew how to make her cum with little effort. She was a sexual creature that he loved to tantalize until she was begging him for more. He would always oblige. As his mouth worked over her core, he felt her knees bend as she sagged against the wall. The movement opened her a little wider for his enjoyment, which he took a great deal of pleasure in. Every drop of her on his tongue made him harder and hotter for more.

  His tongue delved between her folds, pulling soft cries and moans from her with every swipe. It fueled him, making him heady and ravenous for more. He would never grow tired of the woman, he knew that deep inside his very soul. As he continued to drink from her, he let himself lose all control, lapping, nibbling and suckling until she was screaming his name, her hands fisted in his hair as she released herself into his waiting mouth.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Katherine

  HER BODY WAS SLIDING down the wall, she couldn’t stand up another second after the orgasm had rocked her to her very core. He stood, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against him while her legs slowly became a little steadier.

  She looked up at him and felt so much for this man who had a way of stripping her down to her rawest self in every way, while handling her so tenderly. She knew he would never hurt her and she wanted him to know how much she cared for him. Leaving him had been a horrible thing to do. Making it up to him was her new mission. She wanted to show him how much she wanted him in her life.

  “My turn,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

  “Let’s go in my room,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.

  She shook her head. “Not yet.”

  In a flash, she dropped to her knees on the cold marble floor, yanking his sweats down his body. His thick erection was directly in her face, sending spirals of heat through her body. She thought about how good it felt when he put himself inside her, then thought about how good it had been to have him love her with his mouth. She wanted to give him that same intense pleasure. Her hands reached out, grabbing his shaft and holding it steady while she slowly ran her tongue over the head of his cock.

  He jerked forward, sucking in air. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”

  She looked up as she closed her mouth over him, holding his eyes as she sucked on him like he was the best lollipop in the world. She watched as his eyes closed and his hands braced against the wall while she bobbed up and down on him, sucking him deep into her throat before pulling back. His breathing was rapid, and she could hear him slapping the wall as she continued to suck.

  “Get up, fuck baby, please, get up,” he groaned.

  She pulled away from him, wiping her mouth as she got to her feet. “You’re an amazing man,” she told him, needing him to hear it from her.

  “Bedroom. Now,” he grunted the words.

  She giggled as he grabbed her hand, the two of them walking stark naked through his massive home, the windows wide open for anyone to see. She glanced down at his perfect, tight ass and felt her desire ramping up again.

  “I want you in me,” she blurted out, speaking the exact thought that had popped into her mind.

  They had barely made it to the staircase when he spun around, picked her up and climbed a few steps before carefully depositing her. He stood over her, leering down at her naked body, her legs slightly open as she waited for him to make the next move.

  “Here. You’ll have me in you right here,” he growled, shoving her legs wide and placing one hand next to her head as he slowly lowered himself to her.

  The position gave her a very good view of his body slowly melding with hers. She watched as her body blossomed, opening for him as his dick slowly slid inside her. She gasped, biting her lip as she watched the joining. Never in her life had she witnessed something so erotic.

  “God damn sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said on a breath as he pushed in the last inch, his balls resting against her butt as he fully seated himself inside her.

  “I can’t breathe,” she gasped.

  “Breathe, sweetheart, breathe,” he coaxed.

  Her whole body was tingling, watching and feeling his invasion had heightened all of her senses. She closed her eyes, trying to give herself a reprieve from the overwhelming ecstasy pumping through her veins. She was moving her head back and forth, her body spasming around him, holding him tightly inside her.

  “God, I can’t. I don’t, oh hell,” she said, not sure what she was saying.

  “Let go. I’ve got you, let yourself go,” he encouraged, slighting moving his hips as he spoke.

  Her eyes popped open as a new wave of nerves was tantalized. “Ben,” she said his name, more as a plea than anything else.

  “Watch me make love to you,” he said in a low voice.

  She opened her eyes, met his and then looked between her legs where he was slowly moving in and out of her body, her juices making his shaft glisten in the bright light of day. It was more than her overloaded senses could take. Her body exploded in a burst of hot liquid as she cried out his name over and over. He lovingly kissed her while she rode through the orgasm, his body enveloping hers with heat.

  Once the initial orgasm passed, he carefully picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, her body still spasming as she floated down from where he had taken her. He put her on her feet as he closed his bedroom door, which she thought was a little silly after what they had just done in the foyer and then on the staircase.

  She turned and grinned at him. “Are you suddenly shy?”

  He slowly shook his head. “Nope. I’m happy to leave the door open, but right now, I want your hands on the back of the door, your legs wide and your ass up. I want to fuck you until you are screaming my name,” he said, the heat in his eyes making her creamy all over again.

  “This door?” she teased, turning to put her palms flat against the door.

  “That door. Legs,” he demanded.

  She spread them, arched her back and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “I’m ready.”

  He stood there, staring at her body. It was daring and naughty and made her feel delightfully raunchy. She arched her back more, making sure he had full access.

  “Damn sweetheart, you are so hot. I could explode right here just looking at you,” he whispered, reaching out and caressing her hip before moving to her butt cheek.

  “Explode deep inside me. I want to feel you bucking into me,” she breathed.

  She wanted him to want her, to need her and forgive her for running out on him. The words were difficult to say. Giving him her body was the only other way she knew how to tell him how badly she wanted to be with him.

  His fingers reached between her legs, fondling her folds as he slowly pushed his index finger inside. “You’re slippery,” he said, fingering her some more.

  “For you, you make me so wet,” she told him.

  His palm cupped her. “Hot.”

  She gasped, the anticipation of his entry was making her restless. She wiggled her butt, moving her hips to push against his hand. “Please, take me. I want to feel you inside me. I’m craving your body.”

  His finger moved back inside her, pushing in deep, drawing more moisture from her. �
��I love your body, every bit of it. I want you so much.”

  “Have me! I’m yours!” she said, desperation in her voice.

  He stepped towards her, using two fingers to spread her while his dick pushed inside, slowly at first, and then with one hard stroke he buried himself inside her. A moan escaped her lips as her body molded around him once again. Every new position with him took her to new heights.

  He began fucking her hard and then gently, escalating her desire and then cooling it only to start it all over again. His body was pressed against hers, pushing her closer to the door. She pushed back, driving herself against him as he thrust inside her. They developed an intense rhythm, both of them completely out of control and letting their bodies do the thinking.

  “Ben!”

  He roared something incoherent, ripped her away from the wall, turned her and picked her up before dropping her body onto his dick. Her head dropped forward as her back connected with the door, sliding up and down with each thrust. She felt the tension in his back, likening him to a coiled tiger ready to spring.

  “Fuck!” he cried out, stiffening as his body erupted inside her.

  She was orgasming so violently she felt as if she were going to black out. Her body was bouncing against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life. When the door was no longer behind her, her eyes popped open as he carried her to his bed. With one hand, he reached out and pulled the blankets back before putting her on the sheet. She scooted back, making room for him as he crawled in beside her, pulling the sheet to her waist. They faced each other, their heads resting on pillows as they watched each other go through the final throes of orgasm.

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  He grinned. “Definitely wow.”

  “Our clothes are all over the foyer. Your security team is going to think you were attacked,” she teased.