Kiss Me Tonight (Kiss Me 2)

“You dreamed about having sex with me?”

I bit my tongue. So much for keeping that to myself. “Little bit.”

“Was I any good?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – REAGAN

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“If I say no, will you work extra hard right now?”

He cupped the back of my neck and lowered his face, keeping his gaze locked onto mine. “Reagan, when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to say anything at all.”

“Sounds like a promise.”

He grinned, and something flashed in his eyes. That was all I could think before he swept me into a hungry kiss that made my thighs clench. My clit ached, and the pressure from my thighs didn’t make it any better.

Noah pulled me over toward the bed and pushed me back onto it. I fell onto the soft cover with an “Oomph,” and I caught a flash of a smile from him as he leaned over me to kiss me again.

He ran his hands along my body, exploring the curves of my sides. Shivers danced across my skin. It felt so good, and when he reached up to pull the straps of my dress down, it felt even better.

His fingertips were rough and hot, gliding across my skin easily. As he pulled the straps down over my shoulders, the neckline of the dress moved with it. I sat up as he continued to remove the dress until it was balled at my hips and my pink, lacy bra was on show.

Thank God I had on the matching panties.

They were ten times better than the ones he’d seen me in before.

I lifted my butt so he could tug the dress down. He did until it pooled at my ankles and I kicked it away along with my shoes. Noah kicked off his own shoes and kissed me again, pushing me back to lie down.

His fingers left a trail of heat where they explored my body. I tilted my head back as he moved to kiss down my throat and cupped my breast. Moving the cup down, he brushed his thumb over my nipple, making me jerk.

He replaced his thumb with his mouth, closing his lips around my tender nipple. A gasp escaped my lips, and I wound my fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue over me.

Oh, God.

He turned his attention to the other one, doing exactly the same to that. My back arched, pushing my breasts further into him. He took what I gave, lavishing attention on them with nibbles and tongue flicks and thumb brushes, until he moved, positioning himself between my legs.

His lips moved to my stomach. I clenched as he went lower and lower, past my belly button, and kissed a line from hip to hip. He dropped to his knees and spread my legs, and I threw my arm over my eyes.

One finger trailed up the inside of my stomach. He hooked it under my panties and moved them to the side, brushing his knuckles over my clit.

My hips jerked.

I sucked in a deep breath when he flicked his tongue over my clit. Fireworks erupted through my body when he closed his mouth around it. All the desperate aching I felt was being alleviated with every roll of his tongue.

He explored me thoroughly, bringing me closer to the edge of orgasm. I moved so that my hips tilted for him, giving him more room, almost a silent plea for him to just keep going.

If he stopped, I was going to kill him.

Spasms tightened my muscles. I could feel it in my stomach and my legs. My orgasm was within touching distance, and I moaned, gripping hold of the cover. It balled under my fist, but I didn’t care. I was moving so much I was essentially riding his face. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d have scratches from his stubble on the inside of my thighs, but I didn’t care.

He pressed down with his tongue.

My entire body went tight. Pleasure rocketed through me in a huge wave, and heat prickled at my skin as I rode the moment out.

That hadn’t happened in my dream.

I squirmed when he moved away from me. My legs dropped back together, and I moved my arm to see him unbuckling his belt. He dropped his pants, and I could see clearly his long, thick cock as it pressed against his underwear.

Noah pulled his boxers down and stepped out of all his clothes. He bent over, and a sock went flying toward the door.

He straightened.

He really did have a great cock. It was a bit of an honor to see it in person, to be honest. The picture really didn’t do it much justice.

“You’re staring at my cock, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling a condom out of the nightstand.

“I know they say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, but…”