Kiss Me Book 1 (12 page)

He didn’t wait for an
answer as he hung up his phone and placed it behind himself.
“You’re an evil little bitch,” he said as he clasped both hands on
her hips and rammed up into her. She threw back her head and cried
out as pleasure began to sing its way through her body.

In one swift move he
lifted her and spun their positions. She was kneeling on the steps,
clutching the rough cement wall as he drove his dick into her slick
pussy.

“
This has got to be quick,”
he said into her ear.

“
Fuck me. Oh Christian,
harder, please,” she rasped. “Right there, baby. Oh right there.
Yes, oh . . .”

She didn’t try to be
quiet. She didn’t care who heard her fucking in her back yard. Some
of her neighbors had frequent orgies—this wouldn’t cause any
alarm.

Her release was growing
closer and closer. It was going to be quick, but she didn’t really
care. She needed to feel him inside her again.

“
Your pussy feels so good
around my dick. Fuck, Amy you drive me mad,” he said in her ear as
he pushed her hair to the side and nibbled on the back of her
neck.

That was all it took to
push her over the edge. Her body spasmed and released. He quickly
followed behind her, grunting and thrusting as his back met hers.
She felt his hot seed spill deep in her stomach, and she smiled. It
felt amazing.

He cupped the back of her
neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. There was something
different about it. It wasn’t punishing, demanding, or controlling.
Instead it was sweet, tender, and filled with so much passion it
caused the muscles surrounding his dick to clench again.

He chuckled and gave her a
quick peck. “Good to know how my kisses affect you,” he rasped
huskily.

“
Mmm, you’d be surprised at
how much you affect me.”

“
Is it bad that I want to
stay just like this, all day long, buried in your tight little
slit?”

She could feel her body
heating up again, and she knew that if she didn’t move soon they
were never going to get anything accomplished. Reluctantly, she
slid from his lap and disappeared beneath the water’s surface. She
reappeared at the other end of the pool.

“
Wow, you can hold your
breath a long time,” Christian said as he took long leisurely
strokes on top of the water.

She pushed the wet strands
of water off her face and grinned. “I swam in high school. I just
find it . . . relaxing,” she said as she let her hand skim over the
water’s surface.

“
We need to talk about
what’s happening,” he finally said as he pulled her back and
against his chest. Leaning her head back, she rested her head on
his shoulder.

“
Do we have to?” she said
softly.

“
As much as I would love to
stay here with you, we’ve got to figure out a way to catch Robert.
He’s pinned this on me, and it is only a matter of time before the
cops get enough evidence to nail me.”

“
Have you spoken to him
since?”

“
No, Amar and I think we
might have a plan. We’re going to have to call a few favors in at
the SFPD, but we think it’s going to work.”

“
You’re so
sure?”

“
I am. If Robert is who I
think he is, he’s been involved in this art smuggling ring for a
very long time.”

“
While we were
married?”

“
It’s likely to have went
on beforehand and during your marriage, too.”

Amy went back over her
memories and certain things began to click into place. She turned
and looked at him. “Robert was always on the phone late at night. I
looked at all our phone bills but found nothing weird or out of the
ordinary.”

“
He might have been using a
burner phone.”

“
Maybe,” she said
thoughtfully.

He pulled her against his
chest. “I need to get dressed and take care of some things. I’ve
got another showing tonight!”

“
You do?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s
been scheduled for a while. That’s what I’ve been doing the past
couple of days, getting ready. I’m going to be showing primarily my
pieces, but I wanted to ask if I could show your pieces
too.”

“
Really?”

He nodded. “There are
supposed to be some pretty big buyers there tonight.”

“
I’m not really interested
in selling them,” she said.

“
Well, we won’t sell them.
However, if you happen to end up in the spotlight because of some
major newspaper people are going to be there, that will not be my
fault,” he teased.

“
Christian, I don’t
know.”

“
Don’t worry, princess,” he
said, kissing her nose. “We can keep you nameless, if that is what
you want.”

“
I’ll see.”

He gave her one more deep
kiss before swimming to the stairs and climbing out. She
unabashedly watched as he emerged from the water. She licked her
lips and tried to calm the butterflies that were taking flight in
her stomach. The sun reflected off his tanned skin, highlighting
his beautiful muscles. It was those muscles she’d run her hands
over. She could still see her scratch marks on his back, and she
smiled smugly. It was as if she’d branded him as hers.

“
You keep looking at me
like that and I’m not going to get shit done,” he said as he lifted
a towel from the shelf and began to dry off.

“
Can’t help it,” she said
with a simple shrug.

She waited until he was
completely dressed before climbing from the pool. Her nipples
tightened when his gaze landed on her. A seductive smile played on
her lips.

“
Turnabout is fair play,”
she teased as she grabbed her robe and pulled it back around
her.

Feeling it was safe to be
within arm’s length once more, Christian pulled Amy roughly against
his chest. His mouth slanted over hers for a deep kiss that made
her toes curl. Her hands sifted through his wet hair as she leaned
into him. She moaned into his mouth as he licked at her lips and
slipped his tongue further into the recesses of her
mouth.

Finally, when he pulled
away, she was breathless, and her lips were swollen. “I’ll see you
tonight?” he asked.

She smiled and nodded. “Of
course you will!”

“
Good, oh, and the theme of
tonight is motorcycles.”

“
Motorcycles?” She arched a
brow at him.

He nodded. “Yeah, my
manager wanted to do something a little different, edgy, since a
lot of the art that is going to be showcased tonight is edgy,
bordering on erotic.”

“
Got it, no ball gowns and
tiaras.”

“
You can come in whatever
you like, just as long as you remember it
will
be coming off at the end of the
night and you will be coming.”

Shivers raced down her
spine.

“
What time is the
show?”

He took his cell phone out
of his pocket and looked. “Starts at eight, which is in three
hours.”

“
Wow, that’s
soon.”

He nodded, his blond hair
falling over his shoulder. “Which is why I need to get my ass in
gear.” He tucked her against him in a tight hug and then kissed the
top of her head. “I’ll see you in a little while?”

“
Of course,” she said,
smiling back up at him.

He planted a steamy kiss
before reluctantly letting her go. She watched as he left. Feeling
a bit giddy, she rushed into the house and called her
sister.

“
Hey,” she said when Carrie
answered the phone.

“
Look who crawled out of
her bitch mood,”
Carrie said
sourly.

“
Yeah, I’m sorry about
that. Forgive me?”

Carrie huffed dramatically
into the phone. “I suppose.”

“
Good, because I need to go
on a quick shopping spree. You down?”

“
Be there in
ten.”

Carrie hung up, and Amy
raced upstairs to get dressed. Tonight was going to be amazing. She
didn’t know what Christian and Amar had planned for Robert, nor did
she really care. Her only focus was on Christian. She wasn’t going
to let Robert bring her down anymore.

***

By the time the girls made
it back to Amy’s house it was nearly seven. Amy quickly took a
shower and shaved every inch of her body from the shoulders down.
She wanted to make sure she had Christian’s undivided
attention.

After Amy climbed out of
the shower, Carrie dried and began working on Amy’s hair while she
worked on her makeup. Her sister was a pro with the curling iron,
so it only took twenty minutes to make her hair look immaculate.
Her shimmering golden locks fell in waves around her shoulders.
Deciding to go with the bad girl theme, Amy had lined her eyes with
black and applied black and silver to her eyelids to give her a
dramatic, smoky look.

She tugged the black
leather skirt over her hips. Both sides of the skirt were held
together with laces from hem to hip, giving it the feel of corset
laces. Because of how the skirt was exposing her sides, she wasn’t
been able to wear any panties. It was a notion that excited her
immensely. She could imagine Christian’s excitement when he found
out. She pulled on a black leather vest that had silver angel wings
on the back. The front was only fastened by three buttons and
revealed more cleavage than she thought possible. The last piece of
her outfit was a pair of knee-high black biker boots that hugged
her shapely legs nicely.

“
Damn, sis,” Carrie said
when Amy finally emerged from the bathroom. She gave a little twirl
and was rewarded by a low whistle.

“
Are you sure I look okay?”
she asked as she fidgeted with the laces and buttons. While
Christian had made her step outside of her comfort zone lately, she
almost felt as if it was too much.

“
Do you honestly think I
would let you out of this house looking busted?” Carrie asked
dubiously.

“
No, but you don’t think
it’s too much?” she asked. All of a sudden she was hit with a wave
of uncertainty.

“
He said it was a theme
right?”

Amy nodded.

“
Bikers?”

Again she
nodded.

“
Then you look hotter than
hell! Too bad I can’t go tonight to see that smug sonofabitch
Robert get what is coming to him.”

Amy had filled Carrie in
on everything and hadn’t been surprised in the least when her
sister had threatened violence on her ex.

Amy took a deep breath and
one last look before tucking her phone in the pocket of her vest.
“You sure you don’t care to drop me off?”

“
Not at all. It’s not like
you’ll be coming home tonight anyhow.”

“
You know you can come with
me,” Amy said.

Carrie shook her head.
“I’ve got an inspection at the salon tomorrow, and the husband
wants to spend quality time,” she said, making air
quotes.

“
Well, if you change your
mind.”

“
I’d much rather be with
you. Okay, let’s go, silly hoe,” she said as she playfully smacked
Amy across the backside.

Together the girls left
the house, arm in arm.

Christian scanned the
crowd from the corner of the room. It was packed, even though it
was only eight thirty. Amar was talking to him, but Christian
couldn’t stop looking for one face in particular—Amy’s.

“
Are you listening to a
word I’m saying?” Amar asked, his voice tight with
annoyance.

Christian looked at his
brother. “I’m sorry man. I’m just anxious.”

“
I know you are. She’ll be
here soon,” Amar said.

“
I know.”

“
Has Robert showed up
yet?”

Christian nodded. “He got
here about fifteen minutes ago. I’ve already told him to meet me in
the back at eight forty-five.”

“
Does Amy know what’s going
on?”

Christian took a pull from
the beer in his hand and scanned the leather-clad crowd once more.
“I was hoping to fill her in before the douchebag showed up, but
apparently she’s running a little late. She’s just going to have to
trust me.”

Amar nodded. “Everyone is
in place. Once Robert admits what’s been going on, the cops will
come in through the back and take care of the rest.”

“
And you made sure they
know to come in through the back?”

“
Yeah. There are several
officers here already, and the team is already in position in the
back. It should all go off without anyone being the
wiser.”

Christian was about to say
something when a familiar blond head walked through the front door.
He nearly dropped his beer when he got a look at her. She was
stunning and immediately his dick tightened in response. Holy fuck,
she was the hottest woman in the place, and, judging from the
hungry looks on the faces of some of the men, he wasn’t the only
one that noticed.