ONE KISS ISN’T ENOUGH

  WILLOW WINTERS

  CONTENTS

  Then You Kissed Me

  Then You Kissed Me

  1. Brody

  2. Brody

  3. Brody

  4. Tequila Rose

  Falling at First Sight

  Falling At First Sight

  Prologue

  1. Trent

  2. Autumn

  3. Trent

  4. Autumn

  5. Trent

  6. Autumn

  7. Trent

  8. Autumn

  A Little Bit in love with You

  1. Brianna

  2. Asher

  3. Brianna

  4. Asher

  All I Want is a Kiss

  All I Want is a Kiss

  1. Olivia

  2. Olivia

  3. Nicholas

  4. Olivia

  5. Nicholas

  Just A Little Crush

  Just A Little Crush

  1. Aubree

  2. Jackson

  3. Aubree

  4. Jackson

  5. Aubree

  6. Jackson

  7. Aubree

  8. Jackson

  Epilogue

  Pretend You Love Me

  Pretend You Love Me

  Prologue

  1. Madelyn

  2. Connor

  3. Madelyn

  4. Connor

  5. Madelyn

  A Kiss to Keep

  A Kiss to Keep

  Prologue

  1. Chloe

  2. Sebastian

  3. Chloe

  4. Sebastian

  5. Chloe

  Seductive

  Seductive

  1. Addison

  2. Daniel

  3. Addison

  4. Daniel

  5. Daniel

  6. Addison

  7. Daniel

  8. Addison

  About Willow Winters

  Also by Willow Winters

  Copyright © 2019-2024 by Willow Winters All Rights Reserved.

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  NOTE: This is a work of fiction.

  Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination.

  Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.

  Cover Design by Lori Jackson Design

  THEN YOU KISSED ME

  PRELUDE TO TEQUILA ROSE.

  THEN YOU KISSED ME

  By Willow Winters

  I thought I had life all figured out… and then you kissed me.

  Then You Kissed Me is a prelude to Tequila Rose.

  BRODY

  I’m not supposed to be here, in this bar, to flirt with a girl I don’t even know... it’s all I can think when I notice her.

  Her curves are not why I’m here, although they’re exactly why I’m standing in the middle of the bar, stopped in my tracks before I can even sit down. She’s not on my to-do list tonight.

  Even with the internal voice scolding every thought I have, I know the second I lay eyes on her, perched on a stool with a faraway look in her striking hazel eyes, that there’s something about this girl that makes it harder to keep walking than it should be.

  “You can seat yourself,” a hostess, with a tight but kind smile and three tall menus for the Blue Room wrapped in stamped black leather, tells me as she walks past at the pace of a woman who’s busy as all hell in this crowded bar. “Thanks,” I answer the back of her white dress as she heads off.

  This place is made to look like a modern day speakeasy with the clean décor but darkened corners. And packed at that. Makes sense, I guess, since it’s a college town. It’s amazing there’s even a seat open at the bar. Especially one next to a woman like the one in that tight red dress.

  My good friend Griffin told me about this bar. He said it was a good place to think since it’s always busy and the chatter and ambiance makes for decent white noise. He knows the shit I’m going through and a beer and good atmosphere will do wonders to take your mind off things you’d rather not deal with. Well according to him.

  Taking a glance at the far end of the bar that separates the large space into two halves, I’m sure Griffin didn’t have that blonde at the bar in mind when he said I should go clear my head. Sit down. Have a beer. Watch the game. Those were my marching orders.

  Getting lost in her is exactly what I’d rather do than spend the night drinking alone, waiting on Griffin to be done his … whatever the hell he had to do. Of all the people in here, she’s the only one I really notice. Although it’s obvious she did that by design.

  She’s alone at the bar, even though her short, red dress is a show piece. The way the silky fabric rides up her thigh and she blushes when she notices… it does something to me. The mix of sultry and innocence. Like she’s not sure how much she should give away. She’s not used to doing this. This young girl on the hunt for a good time charade.

  If nothing else, I know if I don’t sit next to her, someone else will. If I don’t take her home tonight some other asshole in this place damn sure will. The moment that realization hits me, I know there’s no way in hell I’m going to let that happen.

  Smirking, I watch her throw back the pink cocktail and make my way to her as she watches the crowd. I’m no knight in shining armor, but I know how to buy a girl a drink.

  I’ve decided, after less than a minute of watching her, that she’s on the prowl, but too damn cute and innocent to know what she’s doing. Telling myself that’s all this is, I drag out the bar stool and ask her if she needs another drink.

  Her eyes hit me first then the blush in her cheeks rises all the way up to her temple. My blood simmers and travels lower. I was right, she’s a shy little thing to be sitting alone, wearing a dress that’s meant for a good time.

  She keeps looking at me, her fingers fiddling with the rim of her empty glass. Even that small movement is sexy as hell. The smile is sweet and the fact that she’s too busy eying me up to realize she hasn’t answered makes me laugh.

  That gruff sound that comes deep from my chest turns her cheeks to an even hotter shade of red. I might be man candy to some girls, but damn she doesn’t hide it at all.

  “Yes please, if you’re offering,” she finally answers, twirling the ends of her wavy hair around the tips of her fingers flirtatiously. Her voice is soft, and gentle, but with a playfulness that’s undeniable. And her lips… fuck, my cock is already hardening.

  Better than that, she can barely keep her gaze on me without smiling even harder.

  She’s fucking adorable. The perfect mix of sweet and sexy. Just knowing I get to her makes the black tee shirt that’s already tight on my broad shoulders even tighter. I know I look blue collar; I can’t hide that rough side of me. Dark jeans and a black tee shirt are about as dressed up as I ever get.

  This girl looks like anything but that.

  But the way she fidgets and keeps glancing at me like I’m man candy she hasn’t tasted, lets me know she’s as interested in me as I am in her.

  Thank fuck. I’m not from around here, never went to college, and it’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.

  She’s not eye fucking me, she’s eye glancing me because she’s too bashful to outright stare at me. Everything about her makes me smile. She’s too damn cute to be here alone.

  Small talk is easy with her. This girl named Rose. It suits her with the red dress and delicate features of her slender neck. Throughout the night, all I can think about is kissing her there. Every time her hand slips down to my thigh. Playful and seemingly innocent but I know she knows what she’s doing.

  Every hour that passes, the place empties out more and more. She doesn’t seem to notice or care. She’s too busy asking me questions that are far too sweet and demure to elicit anything more than a laugh and more of those stolen touches. What’s my favorite color? What’s my best friend’s name? What’s a joke I’d never tell my parents?

  Until she asks what brought me here since I’m not in college. Saying I came to visit a friend worked the first time, but she pries deeper so I hit her back with the same kind of question. The kind of question where there’s a piece of it you don’t want to exist.

  “What brought you here tonight? In a red dress, sitting all alone?”

  BRODY

  Her slender fingers slip on the straw in her glass of water and her gaze drops to the bar. At first, I think she’s not going to answer, but she surprises me. Her bottom lip slips out from her teeth, grabbing all my attention to her kissable lips before Rose answers me, “I wanted to meet someone tonight.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah,” she nods, the tension that was there for a split second when I asked her the question vanishes and her small hand lands on my thigh again, doing all sorts of things to me that the simplest of touches shouldn’t be capable of doing. Thump, thump, my blood pumps harder as she brings her lips to the shell of my ear.

  “I kind of want to go home with you tonight,” her warm breath sends a shiver down my neck, past my shoulders and doesn’t stop.

  “You’re tipsy,” it’s only a comment, but there’s an invitation hidden in my tone. I give her the way out thou
gh, just in case it’s only liquid courage. “I could take you home, drop you off if you want?”

  “You’re cute,” Rose whispers around her drink as she peeks up at me with her thick lashes. My grin is easy. All of tonight has been easy. I haven’t thought about a damn thing except what she has to say. When the lights turn on behind the bar, the music turns off and the check hits the table, I slap the cash down, tipping the bartender well.

  I ask this sweet Rose as she climbs off the stool, standing next to me a head shorter and her gaze focused on the dip in my throat, “What do you want to do?”

  She sets her finger right where she’s looking, her touch gentle and her voice nearly lost in the air between us, “I want to kiss you right here.”

  That does it. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her in close and revel in the feel of her soft body against mine as her heels hit the floor and she squeals in delight.

  She doesn’t let go of me, and in the cab she fucking tortures me, kissing me just below my ear on that tender spot I thought about kissing her.

  “Not yet, my wild Rose,” I half scold her in a whisper but as she pulls away, I capture her lips in mine. The kiss is searing, that first one in the back of the cab, with the taste of temptation and tequila mixing. My blood runs hot, my fingers inching up her thigh the way she did it to me all night. The only difference is I’m touching bare skin and the light, tender touch isn’t enough.

  Her gasp fills the cab when I pull away and when the cab driver looks back at us in the rearview, I keep my gaze forward, as if nothing at all is going on back here against his black leather seat.

  As if I don’t want to rip off her dress and push my hand between her legs, and rock my palm against her clit.

  “You’re already hard,” her whisper comes with a hint of awe as she grips me through my jeans. Fuck, my head falls back and I close my eyes when the cab driver tries to meet my gaze again, his eyebrows much higher up on his forehead.

  “Wait just five more minutes, Rose.”

  “I don’t want to wait.” Her protest is adorable, but there’s no way this driver is getting a show.

  “You’re killing me,” I groan and decide I should satisfy her before I come undone and take her right here.

  With my fingers spearing through her gorgeous blonde locks, I mold my lips against hers, stealing her surprise gasp and loving the soft moan of pleasure she gives me when I kiss her again. Her fingers play along the back of my neck, her tongue dancing with mine and I make sure to keep my hands right where they are on the small of her waist. One move, and I swear I won’t be able to stop.

  I’ve never been so relieved to hear a cab driver tell me “we’re here” and hand over the cash.

  Rose’s cheeks are a gorgeous hue of pink that travels down to her chest.

  Griffin’s not here when I unlock the apartment door. She’s in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles hooked behind me with her heels digging into my ass before I can even kick the door shut behind me.

  This girl knows what she wants and I’ve never been so eager to give it to her, to satisfy every sordid thought I know she had back at the bar.

  I don’t bother turning on the lights to Griffin’s bachelor apartment, barren of everything that makes a home a home considering his student budget.

  She doesn’t need to see any of this place, she doesn’t want to either. All she wants is to get in bed and as I kick my shoes off, our lips still locked in place, I’m just fine with that.

  Her ass fits perfectly in my palms, but this damn dress is in the way.

  My desire to shred it is only tamed by the fact that I know this is all she has to wear when this is over and I sure as shit know Griffin doesn’t have any chick’s clothes here.

  When I toss her on the bed, the faded light shining through the slits in the blinds and casting the most beautiful shadows along the curves of her neck and breasts, she takes in a deep inhale, arching her back like she’s been deprived of breath all the while.

  That’s when I realize the heavy rising and falling of my own chest, and sharp need to be buried inside of her that overrides any other sane thought that might come to me.

  My jeans are off, my shirt ripped over my head and tossed carelessly on the floor in seconds. Her dress and lace underwear are quick to join my pile of clothes.

  “I love the way your hands feel,” she moans as I cup her breast in my hand. Her chest is small but full and when I run the pad my thumb over her hardened peaks, her head falls back, her lips part just slightly and her eyes close. I let her lose herself in the pleasure I give her, skimming my hands over her body, kissing every inch of her until I find her hot and glistening between her thighs.

  With my breathing finally calm again, and hers ragged as she lays under me, I pump my cock once in my hand to get her attention. Her eyes go wide and that seems to wake her up.

  She doesn’t say anything, but her gaze doesn’t leave my length and she stills on the bed.

  Fuck. That is not a good sign.

  “You alright?” I ask her realizing something is very fucking wrong right now. Please don’t back out. Please, for the love of all things holy, I need to be inside this woman more than I need to breathe.

  Licking her lower lip, her body relaxes only slightly when she looks up at me and says, “You’re… you’re really big.” I don’t break her hazel stare.

  “I’ll go slow.”

  She nods and gets settled, the sheets rustling as she lays down, far more aware than I think she’s been all night.

  Nestling my hips between her thighs, she spreads her legs wider for me. The first kiss I give her is in the crook of her neck, that spot I was dying to kiss before. With the head of my dick pressing against her warmth, I let the tip of my nose run up her neck and take my time kissing her again.

  The warmth comes back to her body, every small touch bringing her closer and closer to the edge of writhing under me. I nip her lower lip and she kisses me desperately.

  That’s my cue to enter her in a swift but slow, deep stroke. I stare down at her as I push all of myself into her. Her nails dig into my back, her reddened lips, swollen from kissing me, making a beautiful little “o”.

  And her gaze stays on mine as her heart pounds in time with mine. I stay that way, letting her stretch and get adjusted until she finally breathes again. It takes longer than I thought it would, but every second is worth it.

  The next stroke is faster, deeper and then harder. Working my way up to taking her like I want. The slapping sound due to her arousal and my pistoning hips stirs with her strangled moans of pleasure. She tilts her hips every time she comes and it lets me in deeper as her pussy flutters around my cock.

  I want to come more times than I can count, but I can’t get enough of the feeling when she gets off. The sound of her crying out my name. The pleas she makes not to stop. Every little thing she does is mesmerizing.

  When I finally have my release, it’s four o clock in the morning and her breathing comes in chaotic pants, her body well spent and well fucked.

  “Can I crash here?” her voice is a whispered wish, sleeping dragging her down deeper into the covers. As if I’d kick her out. What kind of men is she used to?