I’ve had my share of drunken kisses but this is nothing like any of those.
The moment his lips touch mine, I’m shocked sober and my body starts buzzing in a whole new way.
His lips are soft but demanding on mine.
He captures my top lip first and sucks, then my bottom lip.
The sensual slide of his tongue against my lips sends burning rods of arousal shooting into my lower belly and heating my already pulsing pussy.
Kaden Blake kisses like he’s done it a lot.
On a deeply buried level, I know it should bother me but it doesn’t.
All I can focus on is that if his kisses make me feel like this, what would it be like to have sex with him?
He pulls back for air and reality rushes back in…
I jump to my feet and step away from the table.
“I should go,” I say - breathless, my lips still tingling.
He stands to his full height, “Yes, you should leave.”
He takes a step towards me and I step back.
He takes another step and I hit the wall.
Oh no.
He closes in, his hands planting on the wall either side of my shoulders, and he has to hunch his shoulders to look into my face.
“You, Claire Snow, want to stay and play with me,” he murmurs, his gaze holding mine captive, “And I would love it if you stayed so I can play with you. Why, I can think of at least five very naughty games we could play right here.”
“It’s… It’s not that I’m not… attracted to you,” I say.
“Well obviously,” he replies with a chuckle as his hand cups my breast and the evidence of my arousal pushes against his palm.
He shifts his hand so the weight of my breast fills his palm and he starts circling his thumb around my erect nipple through my thin dress and lacy bra.
It feels incredible.
Why doesn’t it feel this good when I do it? A traitorous moan escapes my throat and my fists clench at my sides.
“But…”
Damn it brain - focus!
“But we’re going to be business partners.”
“Yes,” he replies matter-of-factly.
I growl in frustration both with him and myself, “Well isn’t this a bad idea? For business partners to…”
“To what?” he inquires and as his thumb continues to circle my nipple, his other hand is slowly gathering my dress, pulling the hem higher and higher until I can feel the cool air on my thighs and soaking panties.
“To have sex?” he murmurs against my mouth and my legs go weak.
His fingers find the wet patch at the crotch of my panties and he groans - deep.
“It’s just a bad idea,” I say desperately.
“Oh yes,” his hand cups my pussy through my panties and starts to rub in slow, wonderful circles that make my eyes glaze over, “It’s very bad idea. But we’re going to do it anyway.”
“What if I say no?”
My words are barely audible but his hand stops and my body screams, rejecting my stupid mouth.
“Are you saying no?”
His hand is right there and my pussy throbs getting more sensitive by the second.
His mouth hovers so close to mine that we’re breathing each other’s air and my lips twitch as though electric charge is jumping from his mouth to mine.
“Run,” he rasps, his tongue flicking to taste my mouth and I can tell he’s holding himself in check at great effort.
“What?”
“Here’s the deal. My home has many rooms - many dark, tight, little holes in which a timid little mouse could hide,” a single finger presses against my clit and I gasp, “Run and hide, little mouse. If you are still hidden when the clock strikes twelve, you can go home, untouched, and we will never speak of this again.”
“What if you find me before midnight?”
His smile is slow and distinctly wolfish, “If I find you before midnight, I’m going to throw you down on whatever surface is available.”
He leans in so his breath tickles my ear.
“And we are going to have wild, passionate sex until neither of us can move.”