Kiss Me Now - A Billionaire Boss Romance

Then he keeps kissing, down to my shoulder, across my collarbone to dip his tongue into the hollow at my throat. At the same time, his hands wrap around my waist, tightening, and—

“Shit,” I gasp. The car I called is parked out on the road. It honks, just once. I’m about to peel away, when Lark’s grip tightens.

“I’m parked right over there.” He nods toward his car. “At least let me drive you home.”

There’s a long beat where I hesitate. I know what this will lead to. Behind us, my ride honks again, a little longer this time, the driver through the windshield visibly annoyed.

But Lark’s hands are still tight around my waist, his hard cock still digging into my thigh, and I’m only a human, in the end. “Take me, then,” I tell him, and I don’t mean straight home.

In response, Lark wraps both arms under my thighs, and in one smooth motion, lifts me up against him. Reflexively, I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands digging into his shoulders, as he carries me across the lot toward his car. Over his shoulder I watch my ride share rolling his eyes and giving up, restarting his engine to drive away. My phone buzzes with the cancellation notification, but I hardly even notice.

Because we’ve reached Lark’s car, and he’s pinned me against the door, kissing me again, his hands at the fly of my jeans when he sets me back on stable ground.

My heart beats faster. We’re still in the middle of the parking lot. But it’s dark out, and with my ride gone, there are hardly any cars on the road which we’re hidden from by Lark’s car anyway.

He grins at me, his eyes twin green flames in the dark. “I can’t get you out of my damn head, you know that, Cassidy?”

My belly tightens at his words. Not least because I do know what he means. Far too well. “I dream about you…” I admit, my voice quiet. “Every night.”

“What do I do to you in those dreams?” he asks, his voice dropping lower. Almost husky now. He kisses my neck again, my throat, my jawline.

I tilt my head back, savoring the sensation of his hot mouth on my skin. “Everything,” I say, and I can feel the vibration of his mouth as he laughs. “You… kiss me,” I start.

In response, he leans up to press those searing lips to mine. “Go on,” he adds when we pull apart again, and it takes me a second to catch my breath.

“You peel off my clothes,” I murmur.

His hands return to the clasp of my jeans, and he finishes undoing them, pushing them down, so I’m standing in my panties in the parking lot, backed up against his car.

“You let me take yours off,” I add, and then I reach out to do the same to him, pushing his jeans off. He steps out of them, in his boxers, and then, before I can do anything, he pushes those down too.

Fuck. I forgot how big he is, how thick he is when he’s hot for me. Which is, frankly, every time he’s close to me.

It drives me wild, how hard I make him.

“Then what do I do, Cassidy?” He steps closer, and I reach out with both hands to wrap them around the base of his shaft. I stroke along his length, savoring the velvety smoothness of his skin, the contrast between that and how hard his shaft feels beneath.

“Then…” I swallow hard. Raise my gaze to his again. “You fuck me.”

He takes one last step, and his cock is pressed right up against my belly now, hard shaft pressing against my soft skin. “How do I fuck you in these dirty dreams you have?” he whispers, leaning down to lick the shell of my ear, making me tremble. It’s chilly outside now that night is falling. But his body is so damn hot against mine, searing.

“Hard,” I reply.

He pushes my panties off with one thumb, easy as ripping apart wrapping paper. Then he spreads my thighs and stands between them, bending to position himself until the head of his cock is at my entrance. He parts my pussy lips with two fingers, one stroking between them, along my slit, until he grins at me. “Someone’s wet for me,” he says, before he bends to rest his forehead against mine.

“Always,” I admit, my gaze focused on his.

He keeps his eyes on me as he pushes inside me, slow enough that I can feel every centimeter of his cock as he fills me. A groan escapes my lips. I forgot how good this felt. I’ve been dreaming of him, yes, but dreams can’t possibly compare to the real thing, to the thick, full sensation of his cock straining against the walls of my pussy.