Beautiful Dreams (The Beautiful Series) (31 page)

“I need you,” he breathed, trailing his way up to tenderly bite my lower lip.

Completely breathless, I nodded. He rose from the chair his hands grasped my bottom to hold me flush against him. I lifted my arms to wrap them tightly around his neck to balance myself. Longing for him, I shifted my grip around his neck, so I could dip my head to place hot kisses along his throat as we rounded the corner outside of the loft. He groaned, spinning us to the nearest wall, and he pressed my back flush against it as he was unable to hold back his desire any longer. He ravished my mouth, taking what he wanted. His hands squeezed my hips while he rocked his erection against my core. His kisses swallowed my moan.

He pulled back, breaking our kiss. “Bed,” he rasped unevenly. “I want you in our bed
—now
.”

He pushed off the wall and turned on his heels to make his way down the stairs. His long strides closed the distance to our bedroom in no time. He kept me in his arms, cradling me, as he lowered me to the bed.

Needing him just as much, I pulled on the collar of his dress shirt and yanked him back to my eager lips. A rumble erupted from his throat as he ravished my mouth, caressing his tongue over mine with long, tender strokes. My hands came to his shoulders, and I raked them down his back. My legs were still clinging to him, and I dropped my left leg and braced my weight to flip him over, so I was straddling his waist. He let out a husky laugh as he let me overpower him. His hands cupped the sides of my thighs as he lifted his waist to thrust against my center. My lips parted at the contact as I felt his hard length bulge against the seam of his dress pants.

I ran my hands all the way down the length of his hard chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath my palms. Anticipation coursed through me at the thought of him letting me take charge while sitting astride his lap.

His eyes glowed with keenness. “What are you going to do with me now?” he teased in a sexy voice mixed with love and lust.

My core clenched with desire at the sound. My fingers ran back and forth across his waistline, and he sucked in a sharp breath. I tugged on the hem of his shirt, releasing it from the confinements of his pants.

“I’m going to ravish you…slowly,” I said while undoing each button of his collared shirt from top to bottom.

He groaned as soon as my hands connected with his naked chest. I bent forward and kissed him, directly above his heart. Then, I deliberately skimmed my lips over to his right nipple, grazing him with only the faintest contact.

“I won’t survive slow, Lily,” he panted. His chest rose and fell as he moved me in sync with him. “Your touch is too much. It makes me lose control.”

I ignored his plea as I drew his hard nipple into my mouth, and I began sucking. The scent of his skin surrounded me, driving me wild as I pulled back. Kyle slid his hands over to my stomach, and he maneuvered me as he quickly got rid of my pants and undies in one swift move. I returned the favor by shucking off his slacks and briefs.

His eyes burned into mine with a look of pure hunger. “This has got to go,” he said in a raw tone while lifting my shirt over my head.

Then, my hands came to the center of my back to unclasp my bra. The fervent look in his eyes had me sliding my hands to cradle the front of my bra. I was deliberately hiding my breasts in an attempt to heighten his anticipation.

“Are you trying to tease me, beautiful?” he asked in a low, sensual voice with a provocative stare that made me so hot.

“Just a little.” I grinned wickedly.

He raised his hips in an effort to lure my body closer, and then he lifted his hands to cover my own. He leisurely trailed his right index finger across the top path of my bra. Then, he hooked it in the center and jerked the lacy material downward. His hands moved to cup underneath the swell of my breasts, kneading them firmly in his palms.

“That’s a brave game you’re playing, teasing a man who is dying to be inside you,” he said seductively with challenging dark eyes that flashed back at me.

I could tell just how much teasing turned him on. The effect it had on me was strikingly hot. The inexplicable pull between us was intoxicating.

He reached up and enclosed his lips over my nipple while his hand slipped between my thighs. The pull of his mouth and the swirling of his thumb across my clit made my hips start to rock along his hand, causing my sex to throb impatiently. The muscles in my belly tightened, and my thighs trembled against him. I let out a soft cry as my orgasm rushed through me, tearing through its barrier and creating havoc within my entire body.

Kyle grabbed my waist possessively, raising me up, while gazing straight into my eyes. I settled in over the tip of his erection and oh-so slowly sank onto him, letting him fill me, with our lips nearly brushing each other. We started to move, creating a delicious friction. When the muscles in his jaw clenched, I knew he was close.

I tipped my hips, letting him take me deeper. A strangled low groan left his throat as he began to fill me with his release. My own orgasm broke free, rolling and crashing through me, causing waves of pleasure to seep out of my center.

After dressing for the night, we lay together, wrapped in one another’s arms for what seemed like forever, neither wanting to let go. When I finally drew back, his gorgeous smile hit me hard. A deep look of satisfaction glowed across his features. He leisurely ran his hand across my face, pulling my hair off my cheek.

“I missed you like crazy today,” he said quietly.

“I missed you, too.” I smiled affectionately at him. “I hate Mondays.”

Kyle chuckled softly. “I think everyone does.”

He paused for a split second, and I could nearly see the thoughts flittering through his mind.

“So, you like working from home?” he asked out of the blue.

“Of course,” I answered truthfully. “Why ever would I not?”

Kyle shrugged. “I just know that this has been a huge transition for you the past few weeks, and I want to make sure you’re happy here.”

I reassuringly smiled up at him. “I love it here.”

His expression didn’t change, so I reiterated my point.

“Trust me, hot stuff, if I didn’t like it here, you’d hear my wrath,” I added, hoping to convince him as well as lighten his mood. It worked.

“I’m hot stuff again?” Kyle released a boyish grin. “I must have rocked your world then.”

Laughter poured out of me. “Yeah, you did. When you unleashed those brownish-green eyes of yours on me, I was toast.”

“Oh, beautiful,” he drawled in a throaty tone, “now, I know your weakness.” He kissed me sweetly.

I playfully shoved him back. “Now that I know you’ll use it against me, I’ll have to build up an immunity to them.”

“That just means I’ll have to work extra hard at pulling out all the stops,” he breathed against my lips.

“Uh-huh,” I chortled.

Then, I remembered his birthday. I decided to test him and see if he had any intentions of telling me. “So, what do you want to do this weekend?”

“Lock us up in our house, stay in our pajamas all day, and be nothing but bums for forty-eight hours straight,” Kyle replied while stroking his hand across my waist.

Well, apparently, he is seriously going to skip his birthday.

“Huh,” I muttered. “Nothing special going on this weekend?”

“Nope,” he responded.

I noted the slight change in his voice.

“I worked an insane amount of hours last week, and it seems this week will be the same if I want to take the following week off for our upcoming wedding. So, I’m blacking out Saturday and Sunday on our calendar.”

I raised my brows at him. “Blacking out?”

“Yes.” He grinned. “It was a tradition in my family. My mom used to cross out a day on the calendar with a black Sharpie. She called them Sharpie Days. It meant the whole household was on lockdown for family time on those days. We are implementing that tradition, starting this weekend, and it’ll be our Sharpie Weekend.”

I looked at him with a dumbstruck expression plastered across my face. I tried to gauge if he was being serious or not since I had not once heard of such a thing in my life. I could not help but admit that it sounded awesome. Everyone was always running around nowadays with hectic schedules. Sometimes, we just needed to be reminded to embrace the moment. And I, for one, loved PJ days.

“I think I like it.” I nodded. “Sharpie Weekend it is.”

“That’s my girl,” he said while pulling me close.

Crap.
Now, I had to figure out what to tell Abbey about dinner. I did not want to screw up our first Sharpie Weekend. I would have to text her ASAP, so we could come up with a game plan.

After Kyle and I made ourselves a light dinner, we headed to bed since he had another early morning ahead of him. I was bummed to see him so stressed over work, but I was also glad he was working hard to take next week off with me. It reminded me that I also needed to put in just as many hours if I wanted to have the extra time off as well.

Kyle drifted off to sleep within minutes of snuggling with me in his arms. I decided to text Abbey really quick before it slipped my mind.

So, I’m thinking we have to do b-day dinner on Friday night. Will that work?

I hurriedly flipped my phone to silent mode, so it would not wake up Kyle. Then, it lit up in the darkness with Abbey’s reply.

It should be okay, but I’ll double check with Mom and get back with you. What are you guys doing over the weekend to celebrate? Did he ever tell you it’s his b-day?

I was relieved we could change our dinner plans. It would be perfect to have his celebration out of the way on Friday. Then, I could surprise him, too, and show him that I already knew. Afterward, we could transition into our Sharpie Weekend. Now, I only needed to figure out a gift.

Okay, let me know. And no, he’s completely beating around the bush! I’m wondering if he thinks I already know. He said he wanted a Sharpie Weekend.

I glanced over to make sure Kyle was still sleeping. I wanted his birthday dinner on Friday to be a surprise. His breathing was still even as I received another text.

Bahaha! That is SO Kyle. He loved those Sharpie Days as a kid. He was my mom’s only homebody. It’s probably the best b-day present you could give him. ♥

I smiled and felt like I really needed to make this weekend special. He, after all, had made our first few dates so romantic. Now, it was my turn to do something perfect for him.

I set my phone down on the nightstand. Cuddling up into Kyle’s warm body, I hoped to come up with something memorable.

Tuesday and Wednesday were positively dreadful. I was completely knocked flat on my back with the most horrid flu to ever plague the Earth. There was nothing worse than having a stomachache. Every time I caught the faintest scent of food, I was running for the bathroom.

My sweet Kyle tried everything to make me feel better, including drawing me warm bubble baths and snuggling with me on the couch, even after I insisted on him keeping his distance from me, so he did not catch my awful bug. Of course, he refused to stay away when he was worried.

The only good news I received was that the Friday night birthday dinner would work perfectly for Kyle’s whole family. We planned to go to his parents’ house around six in the evening.