Page 21 of One Little Kiss
I spin in place, kicking a foot out at the end as I let the old-timey music filter through my soul. I pull out all the moves as I stalk toward Winnie, sitting alone in her chair. Clutching my chest, I act out the words, then go all in. Her eyes grow large as I charge forward at full speed and drop to my knees. Shock registers on her face as I slide across the floor, landing at her feet, and rip my shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere as she laughs. Knowing I made her this happy makes those caveman tendencies spring to life again, and I’d swear I was the king of the goddamn world right now.
Slowly, I place my hands on either side of her legs. My thighs burn with effort as I crawl inch by inch up her body until I’m standing, bent over her. My lips are mere inches from hers. The scent of her weaves its way through my conscious, and I know I’m branded by her.
“I need you, darling,” I sing, taking liberties with the lyrics, but my voice is strained with the effort of not breaching the distance between us.
I want her lips on me more than I can remember wanting anything in a very long time.
“Wh-What do you do for work, Pan? Do you moonlight as an exotic dancer? There’s no way you should have been able to make that song sexy.”
Grinning, I give into temptation. Ever so slowly, I lean in and press my lips to her cheek. When she gasps, I linger a few more seconds before whispering in her ear, “I can make anything sexy if I’m staring at you, darlin’.”
Eventually, I stand to my full height and cross my arms over my chest. I don’t miss the way her gaze lingers on my tight undershirt that’s straining over my muscles because every fucking inch of me is wound tight. No one has ever gotten under my skin like this, but she’s there, planted firmly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’ll never be the same after this night.
“I have a feeling everything you do is sexy,” she grumbles.
“Right back atcha, baby. My turn.” I curl my pointer finger at her, indicating it’s time for her to stand. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I smile wickedly, already knowing what I want her to dance to.
Boom. Crash. Boom. Crash.
The dark, dangerous, rhythmic beat of the bass and snare drums echo in the otherwise quiet space. Winnie’s eyes flash with warning. She recognizes the song and I blink innocently. “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. Her gaze flits all around, searching the empty space, and lingers on the camera above us. I’m about to tell her she doesn’t have to go through with it when her face transforms. She’s gorgeous in every moment, but when she sets her mind to something, she’s downright mesmerizing.
I’m in fucking trouble. The crass, raunchy lyrics pick up, and her body flows toward me as if she were made from the song itself. Her legs and hips move in time to the beat. Heel-toe. Heel-toe. Heel-toe. One. Two. Three. Four. Until she’s maneuvered herself between my legs. Her long arms glide up her side to the curve of her breast, and I swallow my response. Winnie grins. She knows she’s winning this battle.
Her hips sway from side to side, and each movement hits the inside of my thighs. I shift in my seat to make room for the erection that’s reaching for her. When she turns in place and bends over, my hands fly to her hips, and I thank my lucky stars when she doesn’t swat them away. Instead, she lowers herself, hovering just inches above my cock. She’s not touching me, but I can feel the heat radiating off her and it sends shock waves of pleasure rippling through my body.
If I can get this worked up just by being close to her, what the fuck will happen when I make her mine? I realize my mind has already made a decision where Winnie is concerned. Now I need to get her on board.
Shamelessly, my hips lift off the seat, aching for contact, and I don’t even care that this is probably being recorded by some poor security guard in an office close by. Winnie tosses her hair over her shoulder, searching for my face. When our eyes meet, I lose all control.
“Turn around, Win.”
Her mouth parts, but she follows my command. She knows what I want to do to her; the song sings it for me in the dirtiest of ways. But not here. Not now.
As she spins in place, I don’t remove my hands. I can’t. I may never be able to let her go. My fingers squeeze her hips, and they feel as delicious as I thought they would. Fingertips knead into her flesh as I inch forward. Or maybe she leans down, but our faces draw closer. Her gaze flicks to my mouth as my tongue runs across my dry bottom lip, but it doesn’t help. I’m parched, and her mouth is the only liquid I need.
My heart is pounding wildly because she opens her mouth like she’s going to say something. She’s so close I can taste her breath. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever touched.
Please don’t pull away, I silently plead. There’s an inferno raging inside of me. She’ll either put it out or we’ll combust from the sheer chemistry of us together as one. I’m not sure which I want more.
“One …” My voice is harsh and needy as I search her eyes for any sign that she’s about to bolt. I don’t even care that I’m about to beg this woman for a kiss. “One kiss, Win. Just one little—”
I don’t get to finish that sentence because she catapults herself toward me. Lips and teeth smashing against one another. I was right. Explosive. My body goes up in flames as I taste her for the first time. I need this woman more than the air we share. It takes less than a second to recover and fully take over this kiss. If one is all I’ll get today, I’ll make sure she never forgets it.
Hooking my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans, I pull her down onto my lap. If I had any less self control, I would have come right then, but I focus on her lips that taste like cherry cola. While my brain fights over the taste of her, my body works on autopilot. I deftly slip a hand into her curls and groan when I realize they’re as soft as I imagined.
Closing my fingers around a fistful of them, I angle her face to the left while plundering my tongue deep into her mouth. I swallow her sexy moan and feel myself get painfully hard against her.
She’s a feisty kisser, fighting for control, but there’s no way I’m giving that up. I won’t survive her if I do. Instead, I grip her cheeks with both hands. Our tongues are at war in an erotic dance that tastes like forever and promises I’ve never made before.
Winnie’s hands grip my hair tightly, and it adds to the full body sensation that is all Winnie. Desire courses through my veins in a way I didn’t know existed and couldn’t put into words if I tried.
I lick, nip, and suck on her bottom lip until she grinds down on me, completely lost in the kiss. She’s lost in me, and I want to fucking roar with gratitude. I have enough self-awareness not to let this go too far, but Jesus Christ. Knowing how easily we get lost in each other is like a drug I never want to give up.
Every nerve ending in my body is keyed up. Electric. A rumble starts deep in my chest, and I know no other kiss will ever compare. The sound brings Win back to the present, and her eyelids flutter open. Her eyes are more teal than gray right now, but they’re dazed, foggy, and I’m thankful she’s as affected by this kiss as I am.
I know she’s about to pull away, so I lean in for a gentle peck. Lips to lips. Soft but firm. She blinks in rapid succession, confusion, fear, and lust flitting across her expression. I can’t bear to think she regrets the best kiss of my damn life, so I pull her head into my chest.
“That was, ah, fucking incredible, CC,” I admit, forcing air into my lungs.
