Beautiful Dreams (The Beautiful Series) (24 page)

He eased my legs apart with his and then suggestively rubbed the length of his hard erection against my sex. I moaned while reaching for the zipper of his jeans, and I yanked it down. He shucked off his pants in record time, and then he suspended himself back over me as he quickly got rid of my shirt. I arched my back, hastily unclipping the clasp of my bra.

With a wicked grin, he nuzzled his face into the center of my loosely fitted bra that still clung to my breasts. He ran his nose along one outer swell before going down the V at the center of my chest, and then he came back up and across to the other.

“Oh, how I’ve missed these,” Kyle groaned in a raw voice.

His breath was hot against my skin. It sent my blood pumping ferociously throughout my veins. I slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders, and I whipped the lacy material across the room. I panted as he drew my nipple into his mouth. He sucked and swirled the tip with his tongue until I was writhing beneath him.

I raised my hands and ran them through his soft hair as he switched to the opposing nipple to begin his relentless assault again. Unable to bear anymore, I wrapped my legs around his lower waist and brought him forward. His lips took mine in an explosive kiss. I raked my hands down the length of his sculpted back, feeling every muscle underneath my palms.

Kyle broke away from my mouth, and I inhaled sharply, forcing air into my lungs, as I lifted my head off the mattress to gaze at his arousal. Feeling emboldened by pure hunger for him, I gripped the back of his thighs and shimmied myself lower on the bed. He rose to his knees, reading my intentions.

His firm erection jutted forward as he stared down at me, and his eyes were blazing with anticipation through his dark lashes. Licking my lips, I leveraged myself on one elbow while enclosing my fingers from my free hand around his length. I slowly stroked my palm up and down his thick girth, and I spread his moisture around with the pad of my thumb. Then, my tongue connected with the tip of his member.

“Christ, Lily,” he rumbled in a strangled tone.

I was deliberately teasing him. His hands worked their way into my hair as he gently eased himself to the back of my throat. His breathing deepened as he watched himself slip in and out of my mouth.

Knowing that he was watching spiked my pleasure. I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache between them as I increased my speed. He swelled inside my mouth, and I could tell he was on the verge of coming.

“Lily…” he said, his voice raw. He gritted his teeth as he tried to pull back. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I refused to let him go. I wanted to taste him.

On a low growl, he yanked himself from between my lips, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. Suddenly, he expertly maneuvered me by gripping my hips and manhandling me around until we were in the intimate sixty-nine position. Desire rippled through me.

I greedily took him into my mouth again. I moaned around him as he persistently thrust his tongue into my sex. I could feel the tight grip of his palms possessively cupping my cheeks with enough force to leave faint imprints.

I matched his rhythm in perfect synchronization while holding the base of his erection. My insides quaked with the need to release. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and my orgasm slammed into me. The muscles in his thighs jumped as he exploded into my mouth.

I was still trying to catch my breath when he repositioned himself until we were side by side, facing each other. He pulled me against his chest and rested his arm over my side. His fingertips brushed up and down the length of my back while gazing into my eyes.

“That was…” I stalled as my mind was still reeling from my orgasm. “Wow,” was all I could manage.

“Wow.” Kyle said with a husky tone. He lifted his hand to run his thumb across my bottom lip. “Since you insisted on driving me to the brink of insanity with those sweet lips of yours, I had to return the favor. You’re so fucking hot when I make you come with my mouth.”

I gave him a cheeky grin. “Why, thank you.”

He shook his head as heat burned in his eyes like wildfire. “That was just the warm-up, beautiful,” he said as he revealed a panty-dropping grin.

My heart beat faster at the sight of him. The purity of his desire sent my nerves into overdrive. “Oh,” I whispered.

His sexy look revived my arousal with a vengeance not to be tamed. In a nanosecond, he flipped me onto my stomach. His hand softly tilted my head, so his mouth was right next to my ear. His warm breath on my skin sent my insides whirling with desire.

“This time, I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours in the air.”

He placed his hands on my waist and lifted my behind. He rested his palms at the base of my spine, and then he worked his way up, pausing at the nape of my neck. Oh-so slowly, his fingers trailed a path back down my spine and all the way to my sex. I involuntarily rocked my hips back at him as he leisurely sank two fingers in me.

“So wet, Lily,” he said while rubbing that tender spot with just the right amount of pressure.

I sucked in a deep breath as electrical currents pulsed throughout my body. I was so, so close to coming. I sighed out at the sudden loss of his touch, only to feel his length drive deeply into me with one swift thrust. All my blood rushed south, sending me spiraling into an ongoing release. He continued to penetrate me, in and out, rocking me with each forward plunge of his hips.

I cried out as Kyle tugged my head to the side. He cradled my jaw while capturing my mouth in a fervent kiss. His tongue pierced through my closed lips, seeking entrance, and then he massaged my tongue with his.

Kyle’s hands returned to grip my hips again, and he controlled our movements while pressing our bodies together. He pounded his length into me with measured strokes. Then, he undulated his hips until he brushed across that sensitive inner wall. It was torture and pure bliss all at once as the pressure inside me climbed.

His name left my lips as I fisted my hands into the silk sheets beneath me, letting wave after wave of the longest orgasm I’d ever had roll through me. I barely heard as Kyle groaned in pleasure after me.

Thursday morning was back to work in my new favorite writing cave—aka the loft. My initial reaction was to be bummed because our mini getaway had ended, but it felt good to have some semblance of normalcy. We had just been falling into a routine before we left for Colorado, and I was finding myself eager to get back to it.

As my computer was loading, my phone beeped with a text from Brooke.

Hey, gorgeous! First round of edits are headed your way, so check your email and get to it, lady! P.S. Miss your face. ☺

It truly stunk that Florida was so far away. I smiled at my phone, missing my dear friend, as I typed a message back to her.

Booting the laptop now. I’m on it! Miss you, too!

I instantly thought about Brooke’s upcoming birthday next week. Flying her up here for a weekend of shopping sounded better and better by the minute. I made a mental side note to run the idea past Kyle tonight. I did not foresee any objection on his end.

My phone pinged again with Brooke’s reply.

Sounds good! Try to have them to me by next week, so we can keep to the new schedule! *Hugs*

I wished I could hug her. I sent her a quick text.

Okay, keep a lookout for a surprise coming in the mail! :-)

It was damn hard to surprise her with an airplane ticket without knowing her schedule. I hoped my spontaneous gift would work out.

You better not be sending me a birthday gift. This is my thirtieth. I have every intention of skipping this bitch!

I laughed while picturing her expression as if she had been ranting that out loud to me.

No can do. Skipping birthdays is not allowed, so suck it up!

Her reply was quick.

*SIGHING* That was me sighing VERY loud. Fine. I will allow you to celebrate my b-day IF you promise me a shopping trip soon. I’m going through major Lily withdrawals.

I smiled, knowing her weakness.

Deal! Now, leave me alone. My demanding editor has work for me to do! ;)

I looked down as my phone alerted me to Brooke’s reply.

Ha-ha! Later. ☺

I opened my email and clicked to download Brooke’s edits for my most recent novel. I instantly backed it up to my external hard drive.

While it downloaded, I recalled the lazy evening Kyle and I’d shared last night.

The feel of his hands on my body was as if he needed to make love to me as much as he needed air to breathe. Each soft caress of his made me crave him more. He slowly made love to me. It was exquisite and full of passion. Not a single inch of me was left untouched. Then, we reveled in our perfect afterglow bubble, neither of us wanting to leave each other’s side for hours.

Later, after finally dressing, we sauntered into the living room where we playfully bantered over which movie we were going to watch first. It led to me socking him in the face with a soft gray pillow. That resulted in him tossing me over his shoulder. He slapped my ass and rambled about showing me who the boss was again since I’d apparently forgotten—again.

Oh, did I love this rough and dominate side of him. It was sexy—just like him.

After thoroughly fucking me and setting a new personal record of orgasms, we snuggled into each other’s arms and fell asleep to a rerun of
Survivor
.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, startling me out of my daydream. I grinned at my sexy alpha’s text. Like me, he was supposed to be working.

Working hard over here, but keep getting distracted with images of you coming apart beneath me while moaning my name. Only four more hours. Love you, Kyle

My heart thundered uncontrollably in my chest at the thought of him recalling our night together, too. I giggled, wanting to tease him back.

Don’t disturb a working author! Or I will be forced to sock you with a pillow…again. Love, your future wife

His reply was instant.

Ready for my future wife to sock me with a pillow anytime, beautiful. Just be ready to take me deep into that tight body of yours when you do. Love, your future husband, who now wants to leave work early

Like an idiot, I grinned again at my cell phone screen.

Better duck your head before entering then. Get to work! ☺

I set down my phone. It was time to quit procrastinating and get to work.

After an hour of reviewing edits, I was only at the end of the first chapter with several side notes.

Dang.

It was astounding to see how much truly went into the editing process. I had to keep track of the timeline, body positions, and key points all at the same time. I was in awe of authors who wrote multiple books at one time, flipping back and forth between storylines. I, for one, had to write one book at a time to keep everything straight in my head, or I’d be calling Tim, Bob and Bob, Jack.

Brooke was phenomenal at her job. Her attention to detail amazed me at each page. I quickly made my way through grammar edits, then I reviewed comments and suggestions before clarifying any confusion, and finally, I added key elements where needed.

By three o’clock, my eyes and brain needed a short break. I grabbed my headphones off the end table and blared Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines”
as I walked downstairs to the kitchen, swinging my hips to the beat.

I made myself a quick sandwich while making a mental reminder to go to the store with Kyle this weekend. His kitchen was well stocked, but I was missing a few of my favorites. As Taylor Swift’s “22” came on, I slapped mayo and light mustard on my wheat bread. I wasn’t keen on having a sandwich, but I needed something quick. I inwardly vowed that this was my last day of ham and cheese.

I sang along, knowing I couldn’t carry a tune worth a damn, while swaying my hips in sync with the music. I spun around to put the condiments away, only to see Kyle stalking toward me with a grin on his face. I was completely startled, and unable to stop my reaction, I jumped sky-high while letting out a loud yelp. The mayo and mustard went flying from my hands. The mayonnaise jar hit the tile and busted open, and the contents splattered everywhere. Luckily, the mustard skidded along the floor without breaking.

We both stared at each other with wide eyes. I gauged the mayo destruction plastered all over him and the room, but then I was quickly distracted when my eyes lingered over his dark charcoal dress shirt with cuffed sleeves. The tight fit showed off his toned body. His muscular forearms were exposed, and his broad shoulders and biceps filled the sleeves of his shirt. I bit my lip at being so obvious while checking him out.

Kyle raised a brow at me with an amused expression on his face as he closed the distance between us. He reached for my white headphone string and gently tugged, making the earbuds fall out of my ears.

My labored breathing started to slow as I looked up into his eyes. “Hi,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing bright pink. I was hoping he would not be mad about the huge mess I’d just made in his otherwise spotless kitchen.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Kyle said. He lifted his thumb and swiped mayonnaise off my cheek before licking it off. “But I was enjoying the view.” He grinned, showing off his handsome smile.