Perfect Kiss by Lacey Black

Chapter 16

Leni

The moment his lips claim mine, heat and desire pool in my stomach and slide through my veins. I open my mouth instantly, and his tongue delves deep inside. I can feel my nipples drawing tight into little buds, a sign of just how much this man affects me.

From just a kiss.

But something tells me this isn’t just a kiss.

Malcolm cups my jaw and crawls up onto his knees, slowly leaning me back on the couch. He never once breaks the kiss. His body presses me into the cushions in the best way possible as he maneuvers his hips between my legs. When I hitch an ankle over his ass, he rolls his hips and applies the perfect amount of pressure to the apex of my legs.

I cry out, but it’s swallowed up by his mouth.

“You know, we could very easily get ourselves into some trouble here,” he mutters, his lips gliding down my neck.

“What do you mean?”

“Kissing you is like a sin. A sweet, sexy, dirty sin.” He nips at my flesh with his teeth. “Even though I shouldn’t do it, I can’t seem to stop myself.”

I close my eyes and revel in the amazingness of his mouth on my skin. “Who’s stopping you?” I ask, giving him complete access to my neck.

When he doesn’t reply, I open my eyes and meet his intense brown stare. “Me. I shouldn’t want you this badly. Not with your son just down the hall.”

“He’s a heavy sleeper,” I reason, letting lust completely overpower logic.

Malcolm chuckles, running his hand down my side and letting it rest on my hip. With a sigh he whispers, “Oh, Lenora. You’re a temptation I wasn’t expecting.”

It’s as if he didn’t mean to say that aloud.

I feel his hand everywhere as it explores my body. Yet, it never seems to land where I ache. He touches my side, stomach, and the leg hitched over his hip, but seems to avoid two key areas. The two places I’m dying for him to touch.

Just as I start to wonder if kissing is all that’s on the menu tonight, he shifts his weight and runs his hand straight down from my navel to the apex of my legs. “I really, really want to touch you.”

“Yes, please,” I practically beg.

His eyes lock on mine as he cups me, applying just enough pressure to send bolts of pleasure through my body. Heat from his palm sears me, and I can’t help but rock my hips up, needing more of this sweet torturous friction.

Malcolm adjusts his hand and slowly slips it under my shorts. I’ve never been more grateful for stretchy shorts in my life. His lips glide over mine as his fingers dance along the seam of my panties.

I’m just about to chastise him for drawing out the agony when he slips a finger beneath the elastic. His tongue dances with mine, a slow, seductive little number and his skin finally comes in contact with my most sensitive area. The first touch is like a jolt of electricity, hot and jarring to my overly stimulated senses.

Once he swirls his finger across my clit, he never lets up. His kisses become more insistent as he draws me closer to release. I barely have time to think, time to breathe. All I can do is feel. It’s overwhelming at first but so right.

My hips are now moving entirely on their own, and it only takes a few more seconds before I’m teetering on the edge of release. Malcolm rips his lips from mine and trails them down my neck, gently biting my sensitive flesh before quickly soothing it with his tongue. The slight bite of pain partnered with his fingers is enough to send me flying over the edge.

His mouth slams into mine, swallowing my cries of ecstasy, as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. His fingers don’t relent until my body sags into the couch, completely sated and boneless.

“That may have been the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he mutters, kissing across my jaw.

I wiggle my hand between us, seeking out his hard length wedged between us. Before I can get to him, he stops my hand, pulling it up to his lips and kissing the knuckles. “What’s the matter?”

He sighs but doesn’t remove my hand from his lips. “As much as I’d really love for you to touch me, I think we should wait.”

His words surprise me. “Wait?”

Malcolm gives me the slightest, sexiest grin. “For when we can be completely alone. Next time, I don’t want to muffle your screams, Lenora. I want them to surround me as I slide into your body for the first time. I’m not taking you on your couch with Trace in the other room. We’re going on a date, just the two of us, so you tell me when you’re available, but make sure you have a sitter for the whole night, because once I’ve got you to myself, I won’t stop until we’ve both had our fill.” He kisses my palm and adds, “And that might be a very long night.”

A shiver sweeps through my body at his statement. His declaration. We’ve been dancing around this and both want it. I can feel just how badly he does. It’s pressed very firmly between my legs. “How about Saturday night? I’ll see if Laken can watch Trace for me.”

He places a chaste, hard kiss on my lips. “Let me know when you talk to her. My schedule is a lot more flexible than yours.”

I highly doubt that. The man works two jobs.

Then he gets up, taking the heat and comfort of his body pressed into mine with him. I didn’t even realize I groaned in outrage until he chuckles and extends a hand. “What about that?” I ask coyly as I place my hand in his and he helps me up.

He glances down to where his erection is still raring to go in his jeans. “That will be just fine. He has a mind of his own, but it’s not the first time he’s had to take a seat and wait his turn,” he quips with a sexy smirk.

“Well,” I start, stepping up and wrapping my hands around his back, “you could always just take a long shower and pretend I’m there with you.”

He groans, almost painfully. “That image is never going away now, sweetheart.”

I chuckle and give him a hug. A tinge of embarrassment sweeps through me, mostly because I’ve never done anything like I just did with him on my couch. I’ve usually been in a relationship with the guys I’ve been…intimate with.

“If you can make it work Saturday night, we’ll have dinner and then maybe head back to my place. We can watch a movie or something,” he says, his own touch of nervousness in his voice.

“I’d like that.” Although, my mind isn’t exactly on watching a movie. There’re a few other things I’d like to do with Malcolm instead…

He slides his hands into my hair and kisses me. “Thank you for letting me come over tonight and cook the fish. I had a great time.”

“I did too,” I reply, blushing as my mind replays what happened just a few minutes ago.

A wicked grin spreads across his sinful lips, his eyes falling to my mouth. As if reading my mind, he says, “That was definitely my favorite part.” He lets me go, grabs the small bag left on the counter, and heads for the door. “Lock up behind me. I’ll make sure the downstairs door is secure.”

“Thank you, Malcolm. For everything. We had a great time.”

His soft grin reflects in his dark eyes as he says, “Me too. Night.”

And then he’s gone, leaving me with the memory of the way he made my son laugh as they cooked dinner together and the way he made my body sing after Trace was put to bed. Malcolm Wright is under my skin and quickly becoming a necessary part of my day. If there was ever a chance of me keeping my distance from this man, that time has come and gone.

I just worry about the fall, because if there’s one thing I’m doing, it’s falling for him.

Hard and fast.

* * *

“What’s the plan for this evening?” Laken asks after Trace takes off to play with the girls.

“Well, I think we’re headed somewhere to eat dinner. When we talked last night, he didn’t like the idea of eating at Sauce It Up because then everyone would be up in our business,” I tell my sister, glancing down at my outfit.

I must have changed a dozen times. First, I felt too casual, and then too dressed up. Since I wear comfortable clothes to clean in all day, I don’t have a big selection of things worthy of a date. I ended up choosing a pair of dark jean capris, a navy-blue sleeveless top that helps hide my extremely large breasts, and a pair of tan wedge sandals to give me a little more height.

“You look amazing,” she says, as if reading my mind.

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? Malcolm is going to swallow his tongue when he sees you,” she states with a reassuring grin.

“I’m nervous,” I finally confess.

“Why?” she asks, taking a step forward and reaching for my hand.

I sigh and close my eyes. “I’ve seen the women he dates, Lake, and I’m definitely not one of them. Plus…well, it’s been a while for me. You know…”

The smile on her face lets me know she knows exactly what I was referring to. “Listen, Leni, you have nothing to worry about. First off, let’s talk about the other women he dates. Frankly, you’re right. You’re nothing like them.”

I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. At least she could have lied to me, but then again, we don’t lie to each other. As sisters, we vowed to always be the one you could go to for help, and that includes hearing the hard truths in life.

“Before you get all worked up, hear my words. You’re every bit as beautiful as those others, but you’re real. You’re not a Barbie who eats salads all day, spending her ex-husband’s alimony checks,” she says, referring to Jessa. “You’re as real as they get. You have your own job, own two businesses, work your ass off to provide for your son, and have gotten to where you are based on your own merits, not someone else’s. I’m so damn proud of you, and Malcolm Wright should thank his lucky stars you set your sights on him.”

I can’t help but smile.

“Now, let’s talk about the other thing,” she says, dropping her voice down to a whisper. “You’ve already mentioned about…down there when you walked in on him naked,” she adds, dropping her eyes down to my groin. “Any man packing that kind of heat with the trail of broken hearts in his rearview mirror didn’t get to that point without knowing how to use it.”

A giggle spills from my lips, mostly because I’m recalling exactly what it felt like to have his erection pressed against me. And yes, it was…sizable.

“I’ve also heard the rumors and something tells me they’re not too far off base.”

I clear my throat and whisper, “Oh, it’s not.”

Her eyes widen. “How big?” I demonstrate an approximate eight-or-nine inch length with my hands, causing her to gasp. “Shut up!”

“You better be comparing the size of the fish you caught earlier in the day,” Grayson states with humor in his voice as he joins us in the kitchen.

“Oh, she’s definitely not talking about a fish,” my evil sister retorts with a smirk. “She’s talking about—”

“I’m pretty sure I know what she’s talking about, babe. No need to explain. Or compare, apparently.”

Laken giggles and wraps her arms around Grayson, resting her head on his chest. “Absolutely no comparison necessary. You know what I think of the size of your—”

“Stop talking!” I holler, bringing my hands up to cover my ears. “Jeez, and to think you’re the quiet and shy sister.”

“Oh, she’s not quiet,” Grayson quips, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

“Good God, you two are gross. I do not want those images in my head.”

“I wouldn’t mind those images in my head,” Grayson teases, swatting my sister on the ass.

“I’m leaving now before you two change your mind and I’m the one babysitting tonight while you go do inappropriate things to my baby sister.” I start to head for the door.

“Nothing inappropriate about it, Leni! In fact, it’s curl-your-toes appropriate on every level,” my sister yells after me as I push through the door.

“Good night! Love you, sickos!”

“Night! I expect all the juicy details tomorrow morning.”