Kiss Me Box Set

by Hart, Emma

  He was built like a marble statue with muscles in all the right places. Strong, broad shoulders. Solid pecs. Abs that would make a blind woman weep.

  He looked better than he had in my sex dream.

  “What?” Noah’s eyebrows shot up.

  “Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?”

  “You dreamed about having sex with me?”

  I bit my tongue. So much for keeping that to myself. “Little bit.”

  “Was I any good?”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  * * *

  REAGAN

  Boom Chicka Wow Wow

  “If I say no, will you work extra hard right now?”

  He cupped the back of my neck and lowered his face, keeping his gaze locked onto mine. “Reagan, when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to say anything at all.”

  “Sounds like a promise.”

  He grinned, and something flashed in his eyes. That was all I could think before he swept me into a hungry kiss that made my thighs clench. My clit ached, and the pressure from my thighs didn’t make it any better.

  Noah pulled me over toward the bed and pushed me back onto it. I fell onto the soft cover with an “Oomph,” and I caught a flash of a smile from him as he leaned over me to kiss me again.

  He ran his hands along my body, exploring the curves of my sides. Shivers danced across my skin. It felt so good, and when he reached up to pull the straps of my dress down, it felt even better.

  His fingertips were rough and hot, gliding across my skin easily. As he pulled the straps down over my shoulders, the neckline of the dress moved with it. I sat up as he continued to remove the dress until it was balled at my hips and my pink, lacy bra was on show.

  Thank God I had on the matching panties.

  They were ten times better than the ones he’d seen me in before.

  I lifted my butt so he could tug the dress down. He did until it pooled at my ankles and I kicked it away along with my shoes. Noah kicked off his own shoes and kissed me again, pushing me back to lie down.

  His fingers left a trail of heat where they explored my body. I tilted my head back as he moved to kiss down my throat and cupped my breast. Moving the cup down, he brushed his thumb over my nipple, making me jerk.

  He replaced his thumb with his mouth, closing his lips around my tender nipple. A gasp escaped my lips, and I wound my fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue over me.

  Oh, God.

  He turned his attention to the other one, doing exactly the same to that. My back arched, pushing my breasts farther into him. He took what I gave, lavishing attention on them with nibbles and tongue flicks and thumb brushes, until he moved, positioning himself between my legs.

  His lips moved to my stomach. I clenched as he went lower and lower, past my belly button, and kissed a line from hip to hip. He dropped to his knees and spread my legs, and I threw my arm over my eyes.

  One finger trailed up the inside of my stomach. He hooked it under my panties and moved them to the side, brushing his knuckles over my clit.

  My hips jerked.

  I sucked in a deep breath when he flicked his tongue over my clit. Fireworks erupted through my body when he closed his mouth around it. All the desperate aching I felt was being alleviated with every roll of his tongue.

  He explored me thoroughly, bringing me closer to the edge of orgasm. I moved so that my hips tilted for him, giving him more room, almost a silent plea for him to just keep going.

  If he stopped, I was going to kill him.

  Spasms tightened my muscles. I could feel it in my stomach and my legs. My orgasm was within touching distance, and I moaned, gripping hold of the cover. It balled under my fist, but I didn’t care. I was moving so much I was essentially riding his face. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d have scratches from his stubble on the inside of my thighs, but I didn’t care.

  He pressed down with his tongue.

  My entire body went tight. Pleasure rocketed through me in a huge wave, and heat prickled at my skin as I rode the moment out.

  That hadn’t happened in my dream.

  I squirmed when he moved away from me. My legs dropped back together, and I moved my arm to see him unbuckling his belt. He dropped his pants, and I could see clearly his long, thick cock as it pressed against his underwear.

  Noah pulled his boxers down and stepped out of all his clothes. He bent over, and a sock went flying toward the door.

  He straightened.

  He really did have a great cock. It was a bit of an honor to see it in person, to be honest. The picture really didn’t do it much justice.

  “You’re staring at my cock, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling a condom out of the nightstand.

  “I know they say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, but…”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re fucking insane.”

  I propped myself up on my arms and grinned. “So is your cock.”

  “I’m not gonna argue with you there.” He tore the packet with his teeth and pulled out the condom. Dropping the wrapper to the floor, he reached down and, with a firm grip on the base of his cock, rolled it on.

  I shuddered.

  “I’m starting to feel a little bit objectified,” he said, fighting a smile.

  “That’ll be because I’m objectifying you,” I replied, wriggling out of my bra. “Now, are you gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna put that thing to good use?”

  He gripped the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, then grabbed my thighs and parted them so he could slip between them like before. This time, he leaned right over me and kissed me deeply.

  His cock brushed against my clit teasingly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, almost in an attempt to push him inside me. I wanted more—all of him, and I wanted it now.

  Noah dragged his teeth across my lower lip and moved, reaching between us. He wrapped his hand around his cock and ran his fingers through my wetness, then moved and pressed his cock inside me.

  His lips found mine again. He took his time moving into me, and I ran my hands over his muscular shoulders. His skin was hot beneath my touch, and I drew in a deep breath as he stilled fully inside me.

  He pulled out and moved back in, and heat flushed through me. He felt so good, and I gripped his shoulders as he found a rhythm. His thrusts became deeper and harder, and the more he fucked me, the more I wanted.

  It was like a drug, with each thrust the next hit. It was addictive and heady, and all I could feel was the endless rush of pleasure as another orgasm threatened to overtake me.

  It was almost overwhelming, and my back arched, pushing my body into Noah’s. I tugged at his hair and scratched at his shoulders, desperate for the release.

  It came, and it came hard. Pleasure wracked my entire body, and I cried out into Noah’s mouth. All my muscles were clenched and tight, and I could barely breathe for the sensations I was experiencing.

  I think I even saw a light.

  Life flashing before my eyes kind of light.

  The mother of all orgasms.

  Noah’s face was buried in my neck, and I sagged beneath him. Neither of us moved for what seemed like forever, until Noah finally adjusted his body weight so he was no longer totally on top of me.

  He pulled out of me and flopped onto the bed next to me with a sigh. “Bet I didn’t do that in your dream.”

  I shook my head. “Nope. And the orgasm was way better than I had then.”

  He rolled his head to the side. “You came after dreaming about me?”

  “Not really after,” I said slowly. “Kinda during. Then I woke up.”

  His laugh was breathy and tired. “At least real me is better than dream me.”

  “Luckily for you, or I’d never consider doing it again.” I winked at him and hauled myself up on my elbows.

  “You’re considering doing it again? I feel honored,” he said dryly, but he was smiling. “Here’s an idea: stay over, and I’ll let you
do it again tomorrow.”

  “You’ll let me?”

  “I’m generous like that.”

  I laughed, dropping my head back. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  He grinned and tapped me on the nose. “You have no idea.”

  ***

  I rolled over, stretching my arms out. It felt good to wake up my muscles this way, and God only knew I needed to wake them up.

  I patted around the mattress feeling for Noah. He wasn’t in the bed with me, so I rubbed my eyes and rolled over. Sitting up slowly, I listened for any indication that Noah was in the house.

  There was nothing.

  Not even a shuffle.

  I reached out toward the nightstand and grabbed my phone. The time showed almost nine, and I frowned at the new message icon. There were three unread texts, so I clicked the notification. The first was from my mom, and there was more than one.

  MOM: Where r u?????

  MOM: Reagan, answer ur phone

  MOM: Why aren’t u replying????

  MOM: Why aren’t u home????

  MOM: What’s going on???

  MOM: WHERE R U???????

  Whoops. I should have told her I wasn’t coming home. I tapped out a quick reply and told her I’d spent the night at Noah’s and I was sorry for not calling.

  Living at home was not working for me.

  The next message was from Halley.

  HALLEY: Where the fuck are you? Your mom showed up at my house at six a.m. absolutely hysterical. I almost called her an ambulance.

  I grimaced and hit reply.

  ME: Stayed at Noah’s and forgot to tell her. Sorry.

  I sent it and opened the other message—it was from Noah, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I read it.

  NOAH: At work. Didn’t want to wake you. Left you the spare key by the kitchen sink so you can lock up if you leave.

  NOAH: Not that you have to leave. I finish at one if you want to stay at mine.

  NOAH: There’s some female shit in the bathroom from when my mom visited last month. Shampoo and shit. I left you towels just in case.

  I smiled. I wasn’t going to stay, but I appreciated the offer. I had to get home to get my ass whooped by my mom for giving her a heart attack. But I would take him up on that shower.

  ME: Thanks! My mom is pissed at me for not telling her I was staying out, so I need to go home. Do you want me to hide the key?

  My phone beeped that the battery was almost dead. I grimaced and glanced around the room, my eyes falling on a cord on the other side of the bed. I launched myself over with a silent prayer that it would fit my phone and just about peed with happiness when I saw that it did.

  I plugged it in and left it on Noah’s pillow before I went in search of his bathroom. It was weird walking around his house totally naked, so I grabbed my boobs with my arm and ran to the nearest door.

  It was, thankfully, the bathroom.

  I closed the door in case Poosh came up—I didn’t know if she could get her little legs up the stairs, and anyway, I didn’t know if she was a voyeur or not.

  I turned on the shower and hunted through the drawers and the cupboard above the sink. I desperately needed to take off my makeup, but the chances that Noah would have anything to remove it with were slim. Still, I was nothing if not determined, and my search paid off with a half-empty packet of wet wipes that weren’t entirely wet anymore.

  Between almost all the wipes and a sponge, I managed to get yesterday’s makeup off my face and stepped into the shower. As he’d said, there was shampoo and conditioner on the shelf, and I washed the mess out of my hair.

  Thank God I had hair ties in my purse.

  When I was done soaking under the hot water, I stepped out and wrapped myself in the towels. I winced a little at the fact they were white. My hair had a tendency to leak a little purple after it’d been washed, especially when the color was fresh like mine was.

  Note to self: buy Noah a new towel.

  I clutched the towel over my boobs and went back into the bedroom. I wished like hell I’d stuffed a pair of clean panties into my purse, just in case, but Ava had talked me out of it.

  I blew out a long breath and sat on the side of the bed Noah had slept on. My phone showed a few new messages again, and I bit the inside of my cheek when I opened the one from my mom.

  MOM: OH MY GOD YOU’RE ALIVE

  MOM: U can sleep with who u like but just tell me ur out next time!!!!!!!!

  Yeah… Thanks, Mom?

  ME: I’ll be home soon. Can you or Dad pick me up from Noah’s? It’s the other side of town.

  MOM: Ur dad is doing deliveries, he’ll be done in an hour. Text me the address. XOXOX

  I did just that with a huge thank you and another apology before I checked Halley’s response.

  HALLEY: NOAH’S??? DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?

  HALLEY: Hahahahaahaha Ava owes me $20

  Right.

  Of course.

  Their bet.

  No wonder Ava had talked me out of packing spare panties.

  ME: Good, you can buy me a drink with that if you wanna know about it.

  What? I wasn’t going to give that information away for free. I moved on to Noah’s reply.

  NOAH: Don’t worry about the key. I’ll get it next time I see you.

  My lips twitched into a smile. The thought of seeing him again unleashed butterflies in my stomach. It was stupid because we had such a great connection, but if last night had taught me anything, it was that I had feelings for Noah.

  Strong, solid feelings.

  Ones that I didn’t think were going to go anywhere anytime soon.

  Even if they did scare me a little.

  Okay, they scared me a lot. He was the kind of guy who could break my heart—and not just break it but decimate it. He was literally my dream guy. He ticked every single box I had and probably some I wasn’t yet aware of.

  And he was just so damn perfect for me, and that was definitely a scary thing.

  I could see myself falling in love with Noah. If I’d known him any longer than two weeks, I’d say I already was. I didn’t believe you could fall in love quickly, so it really didn’t matter how strong my feelings for him were.

  They weren’t love.

  Not yet.

  One day, but not today.

  I put down my phone and went on a hunt for my clothes. Did I have enough time to clean my underwear and dry them off if I put them in the sun? I didn’t really want to put dirty panties on, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

  They were all I had, after all.

  I located my bra, my dress, and my shoes, but my panties were nowhere to be found. Frowning, I threw my clothes on the bed and got onto the floor. Had they accidentally gone under the bed?

  A peek under the frame said no.

  They’d disappeared.

  How did panties disappear? They didn’t have legs, and as far as I knew, they—

  Oh, my God.

  I froze.

  No, panties didn’t have legs.

  But Poosh did.

  I scrambled to my feet and ran downstairs. The towel on top of my head fell off halfway down the stairs, but I left it there and went in search of Noah’s dog. She was nowhere to be found in the living room, so I walked through into the kitchen.

  Where Poosh was lying in her bed with my underwear between her paws.

  And my panties?

  Well, rest in peace, my little lacy friend.

  “Oh, my God,” I breathed. “Poosh!”

  She simply cocked her head at me, holding on tight to the fabric that used to be my underwear.

  I darted forward and snatched them away. She’d completely torn them apart, and I felt a pang of sadness.

  They were new.

  I liked those.

  Damn it.

  I spied Noah’s trashcan in the corner and tossed the panties into it. “Bad Poosh!” I said, pointing at her.

  She whined and looked at me with big, wide
eyes.

  How the hell did you stay mad at that?

  “Shit.” I bent over and scratched her behind the ears. Damn dog. How was I supposed to punish such a cute little sweetheart?

  A cute little sweetheart who’d just eaten my panties.

  Goddamn it.

  I ran back upstairs and into the bedroom where I grabbed my phone to message Noah again.

  ME: Your dog ate my panties.

  I really hoped he was the only person who saw that message.

  Like, really hoped.

  My phone buzzed, and I knew it was Noah before I even looked at the screen. “Hey. Aren’t you working?” I answered.

  “Poosh did what?” was his reply.

  “She ate my underwear,” I said. “I took a shower, and when I came out, I couldn’t find my panties. I found her in her bed with them and they’re totally wrecked.”

  “Shit. I’m so sorry. You don’t happen to have any stashed in your purse, do you?”

  “We’re talking about a pair of panties, not Chapstick!”

  “Fuck. Okay.” The line cracked as he blew out a long breath. “Okay. You’re gonna have to use my boxers.”

  “I can’t wear your boxers!”

  “What are you gonna do? Go commando?”

  “I didn’t think of that. I was too busy telling off your gross little dog until she looked at me and made me feel guilty.”

  “Yeah, she does that.” He paused. “You’re gonna have to take some of my underwear.”

  I groaned and dropped back on the bed. “I knew I shouldn’t have slept with you on the first date.”

  He burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah. Look, I have to get back to work. My boss thinks I’m using the bathroom and he’s gonna send a search party if I stay much longer. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

  “Okay. Thanks. Do you want me to let Poosh into the yard before I go?”

  “If you have time, that’d be great. Thanks, Reagan.”

  “No problem. I’ll let you go back to work so I can get to snooping through your drawers. Bye!” I hung up to the tune of his laughter and tossed my phone back down.

  Right.

  Time to find me some boxers.

  There was a sentence I never thought I’d say.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN