Kiss Me Book 1 (10 page)

“
Don’t stop on my account,”
he said as a wicked smile formed on his face, flashing his
impossibly white teeth in her direction.

“
What the fuck are you
doing here?” she said as she climbed from her chair and stood with
her hands on her hips. He’d already seen every inch of her—there
was no need to be shy about her body now.

“
I came to talk to you, but
it looks like you’ve got other things in mind.”

She watched as he tucked
his hair behind his ear and pierced her with those blue
come-fuck-me eyes. He was wearing ripped jeans and black scuffed
biker boots. A tight white t-shirt was stretched across his thick
chest and arms. She licked her lips, and for a brief moment she
forgot what she had been talking about.

“
How in the hell did you
even get in?”

“
Front door was unlocked,”
he said.

“
You don’t know how to
knock?”

“
I did. Your car was here,
and I got worried when you didn’t answer. Now I see you are more
than fine,” he said as his eyes rolled over her body. Her nipples
tightened under his gaze, and moisture began to gather between her
thighs. He licked his lips, and slowly his gaze met
hers.

“
Well. I’m fine. You can
leave now.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond as she turned
her back to him and dove into the cool, rippling water. She swam
the entire length of the pool, hoping the water would soothe the
flaming desire that was threatening to burn her alive.

When she broke the
surface, she was relieved to see that Christian was nowhere in
sight. Sighing in relief, she lay back in the water and floated
along the surface. Suddenly something grabbed her and pulled her
under. Panic overcame her, and she sucked in a mouth full of water.
She came up coughing and sputtering.

When she turned, she saw
Christian behind her, blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

“
Are you out of your
fucking mind? You nearly drowned me!” she screeched.

“
Relax,” he said as he lay
back and floated. His extremely nude body glistened in the sun as
the tiny droplets glittered like diamonds. His arousal was very
apparent. Though he was not fully erect, he was still
impressive.

Be
strong
, she told herself.

She made her way to the
stairs and climbed from the pool, wringing her hair out as she
went.

“
Come on, princess. Get
back in and talk.”

“
Fuck you, Christian. I’m
done talking to you. I said everything I needed to last
night.”

She watched as he stood
and walked to the stairs, which he climbed very slowly from the
water. He looked like a Greek god as the water sluiced off his body
as he emerged. There was a wicked, predatory gleam in his eyes as
he watched her.

She gulped, and her
resolve began to tremble. Her brain may have been refusing him, but
her body was begging her to go to him. It needed to feel him
against her, inside her. She frowned and took a step
back.

“
We need to talk,” he said
evenly as he stopped in front of her.

“
I don’t have anything else
left to say.”

“
You’re lying,” he said. “I
can see the hunger in your eyes. I see the way you want me when you
look at me.”

She snorted. “Full of
yourself much?”

“
Say it’s not true. The way
I make you feel when I do this . . .” his hand skimmed down the
flatness of her stomach and slipped between the folds of her
pussy.

“
It’s not true,” she said
defiantly.

“
Liar,” he said as he ran
his nose along her jaw line.

Her lips parted and she
sucked in a sharp breath as his finger lazily circled her clit.
“You’re already wet for me. You want me buried inside that pussy,
don’t you? You want me to fuck you like I did last night. It’s all
you’ve been able to think about,” he said, panting into her
ear.

“
N-no,” she said and gasped
as he slid two fingers into her hole.

“
You’re body says
differently.”

You better stop
this
, her brain screamed through the
fog.
You’ll. Be. Sorry.

With every last ounce of
brainpower she had, she put her hands against his chest and pushed.
“Get away from me.”

Taken off guard, Christian
stumbled back. He drew his fingers to his lips and licked her
moisture away.
Damn him
.

Without thinking, her hand
snapped out and landed across his cheek.

“
You bastard. You
self-absorbed fucking bastard,” she ranted. “You think because
you’re hot shit that you can do whomever you want and treat them
like whores. You take what you want and refuse to give back. I’m
not your whore,” she said, seething.

She thought she’d made a
dangerous mistake when his eyes narrowed dangerously and he took a
menacing step forward. Her palm ached and immediately she was
sorry. She must have been outside her mind to strike at a man who
could easily overpower her.

However his next move
shocked her to the core. He wrapped his hands in her hair and
roughly jerked her forward, causing their mouths to come together
in a bruising and punishing kiss. She fought against him, slapping
at his chest and beating against his shoulders. His hold on her
hair tightened as his grip tightened around her arm.

His tongue swiped over the
roof of her mouth, causing tiny shivers to surge through her body.
Suddenly her fight was becoming a very different one. Finally he
pulled back and they were both panting. “You’re pissed at me! Good.
You want it rough? Baby I can give it to you rough,” he said as he
sank his teeth into her shoulder. She screamed out and buckled
beneath him. Her nails raked against his back, and he
groaned.

She was done—there was
nothing to do against him. She was pissed as hell, and, at the same
time, he’d already begun to build another fire inside of her. She
needed an outlet.

Leaning forward, she sank
her teeth into his shoulder. He jerked her head back roughly. “Not
here,” he said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to
the stairs. He took them two at a time, and she instructed him to
her bedroom.

He deposited her on the
bed, but she didn’t stay there. She launched herself out and began
swinging at him with all the force she could muster. OK, she wasn’t
a fighter, but she got some satisfaction when he grunted as one of
her fists connected against his jaw.

“
That’s a girl,” he said,
goading her as he grabbed her by the throat. He added just enough
pressure to get his point across. Moisture exploded from her pussy
as desire caused her skin to twitch. She flung a slap at him but he
ducked the blow as he roughly shoved her into a wall.

He released her throat,
gathered her wrists, and slammed them into the wall above her head.
The force rattled the wall, causing a couple of pictures to crash
to the floor. Glass shattered, but she didn’t care as his punishing
mouth found hers once more. She bit his lip and he growled;
reaching his hands between their bodies, he roughly shoved two
fingers into her pussy and began to pump them fiercely.

“
Argh,” she screamed as her
legs buckled and her back arched from the wall. His body kept her
pinned there. She let loose a growl of frustration and dug her
claws into his back. He grunted his approval and continued to
plunge his fingers into her roughly. He even added a third finger,
causing her to buck and kick as he stretched her hole.

“
You good and pissed yet?”
he asked as his tongue licked up her neck.

“
Bastard,” she said, a half
moan, half hiss.

“
I knew that little wild
cat was in there somewhere, princess. She just had to be riled
up.”

He jerked her from the
wall and tossed her roughly to the bed. She tried to scramble away,
but he grabbed her roughly by the ankle and pulled her to the edge
of the bed. Putting his hands on the insides of her thighs, he
pushed them as far apart as they would go, opening her
wide.

“
What a beautiful pussy,”
he said as he fell to his knees and sucked each one of her lips in
his mouth. Gently he nipped at her with his teeth before dipping
his tongue into her exposed hole.

She tried to move her legs
but his firm grip prevented it. He rolled his tongue alone the
outside of her slit. Amy felt as if she was going to explode as he
tortured her. She wrapped her fingers through his hair and forced
his face fully into her pussy, just as he’d forced her down on his
cock the night before.

“
Lick it,” she
demanded.

He did as he was told and
pushed his tongue deeply into her. “More,” she said as she jerked
on his hair.

“
Oh, right there. Uhhh,
that’s right. Oh shit, Christian. You’re going to make me come,”
she wailed as she released her hold on his hair and gripped the
sheets beside her. Just as she reached the precipice she pulled
back.

“
Nooo,” she cried out she
lashed out at him but he was too quick. Grabbing her by the hips,
he rolled her onto her stomach and placed a hand in the middle of
her back, holding her down on the bed.

“
My turn,” he said. She
tried to get away from him but the pressure was too much as he held
her onto the mattress with one hand while guiding his cock into her
with the other.

Amy gasped as he roughly
entered her. She was more turned on than ever before. He was
getting rough with her, and she liked it. She craved it.

Christian leaned forward,
pressing his back to her chest as he rammed her from behind. Her
feet were flat on the floor as he dove into her like a
jackhammer.

“
You’re going to fucking
listen to what I have to say,” he said, punctuating each word with
a hard thrust.

“
Fuck you,” she said over
her shoulder.

“
Oh, I plan on it,” he said
as he continued to pound her harder than ever. Reaching over, he
grabbed both hands and pinned them behind her back. Holding them
there, he stood back and landed a sharp, openhanded blow against
her ass.

“
Oh . . . yessss,” she
moaned.

“
Are you going to listen to
what I have to say?”

“
Fuck you,” she said as she
panted, almost out of breath.

Another hard blow fell on
her ass. She bucked and squealed.

“
Now.”

“
Never!” she said. Her
words were muffled by the blankets. Her body was trembling
violently. Her inner walls began to quiver, and her toes started to
curl. Passion was racing through her rapidly. She was about to
come.

“
You’re going to listen to
what I have to say, one way or the other.”

Right before her release
took over, Christian let go and withdrew. She was panting and
burning with need for a release. She rolled over and found him
staring down at her smugly. His hands were on his hips, and his
cock was rigid and pointing up proudly. The entire length—a good
ten inches—was slick with her moisture.

She was nearly in pain
with the edge of her release being right there and being unable to
find it on her own.

“
I don’t have to listen to
you,” she said as she put her heels on the bed and spread herself
wide in front of him. Reaching down she spread her thick moisture
over her pussy and began to rub herself. She tossed her head back
as she braced herself with her other hand.

Faster and faster she
rubbed. When she opened her eyes and looked back at Christian, his
eyes were watching her hungrily. His hand was stroking his cock as
he watched her. Watching him stroke himself while she fingered
herself only served to heighten her already-through-the-roof
arousal. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She
needed
to feel his cock pulsing
inside her. She
needed
to come as he rode her.

“
Fine,” she finally said,
conceding.

“
Fine what!” he
said.

“
I will let you talk. Just,
please, lick me. Suck me. Fuck me. I don’t care what you do to
me—just please make me come,” she begged.

“
Though you’d never
ask.”

He took one long stride,
jerking her from the bed. Her legs scissored around his hips as his
dick rammed home. He lost his balance slightly, and they both
crashed against the wall, but that didn’t stop them. He pinned her
beneath him on the wall and pushed deeply into her. He could feel
the slight bump as the tip of his dick pressed against her cervix,
but she didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t stop. She clutched his
shoulder with one hand and the dresser with the other. The contents
crashed to the floor, shattering bottles of perfume, dumping
jewelry and sending pictures skittering across the hard
wood.

“
Harder. Oh Christian.
That’s right. I’m going. To. Come!” she said and bucked and arched,
scratched and bit as wave after beautiful wave crashed over her and
pulled her under. She was gasping for air as Christian shot his
release deeply inside her.