Page 35 of Son of a Preacher Man

“They would never. You know that.”

“Maybe not.” She scrunched her shoulders. “But at least for now, I’d rather we keep things private.”

“Okay.” He got up from the table. Leaning over the back of her chair, Kodiak kissed her crown. “Finish getting dressed. I’ll clean up.”

Fuck.

She came out of her room in a little black dress. Boned bodice. It laced up the back, molding to every alluring curve. Thigh-high stiletto boots.

Mesmerized by the sight of her, he crooked his finger. “Come here.”

“What?” Kelly stepped over to him. Wearing a sly, little smirk, pools of hypnotic blue looked up at him from beneath a fan of black lashes.

He didn’t answer. Threading his fingers into her silky hair, his thumb swept across her cheek. Kodiak grasped her nape, and pulling her luscious mouth to his, he kissed her.

If Kelly wanted to keep this between them, so be it. He’d take what he wanted now. And later, with her lips swollen from his, every pulse of her clit inside the club would remind her just who she was fucking with.

Fingertips tracing the way, his kisses followed. Down her neck, her chest, between her breasts. Cupping the creamy swells that threatened to spill from her dress, he squeezed. Then he reached around her back, and lifting the hem, sank his fingers into the smooth, bare skin of her shapely ass.

“No panties?” It wasn’t a question. She obviously wasn’t wearing any.

Kodiak dropped to his knees, pushed the dress up her thighs, and spread her legs apart. His tongue touched her clit. Flicking at it with the tip. Dragging the flat of it through her lips. And when her hips began to squirm, and panting whimpers could be heard, he thrust his fingers inside. Hot honey flowed. He sucked on her swollen clit, then he gave it a kiss and pulled away, licking her from his fingers.

He stood. Righting her dress, Kodiak studied her face. Lips parted. Skin flushed. Needy and so close to coming. She looked beautiful like that.

Opening her eyes, glazed with desire, Kelly flashed him a look of confusion.

Pulling her flush against him, his hard, throbbing cock pushed into her soft belly. Kodiak chuckled, his nose running alongside hers, and slipping his tongue inside her mouth, he kissed her.

“But…”

I know, baby.

He held out her coat. “Time to go.”

And closing the door behind them, he grinned.

Kodiak held her hand, making chitchat about some case he was working on, as they walked the single block. Like his tongue hadn’t been buried in her pussy just five minutes ago. She was about two seconds away from a delicious orgasm too, and then poof. Time to go—really? What the hell?

Determined not to let him see how much he’d gotten to her, Kelly schooled her expression to appear unaffected. But she totally was. Slick with need, cool night air drifted up her dress, accentuating the incessant pulse between her thighs, as if she needed the reminder.

Two hulking goons stood guard at the club’s entrance, and with a nod to Kodiak, the red doors opened. His arm slinking around her waist, he held her against him and ushered her inside. Sweeping the hair away from her neck, his head dipped. Warm lips brushed her skin, and he murmured, “I’m not done with you.”

Like bubbles in a champagne glass, the tingles between her legs popped. Her heart took flight, soaring to the top of the enormous entryway along with her gaze. Unsure of how to respond to that, Kelly wet her lips.

He chuckled low, warm breath tickling her ear. “C’mon.”

This place was indescribable, words inadequate. She’d only been here once before. The night she met him. And that was the night Kelly decided if she ever took a chance on a man again, it would be for him.

Kodiak led her from the lobby, down the wide, darkened corridor, toward the main club floor. The purple uplighting she remembered from last time was absent, replaced by a haunted forest that lined the walls. Trailing vines suspended from overhead. Murky mist swirled at her feet. Brendan spared no expense for the ball, apparently, but then she’d heard people paid an obscene amount of money to be members here.

He stopped at the discreet stairway that went up to the VIP level. Placing a palm on her riotous belly, Kelly drew in a breath. They were all up those stairs and she was in uncharted territory here. “You go ahead. I need to…um…use the restroom first.”

“There’s nothing for you to be nervous about, Kelly.”

“I’m not nerv—”

His fingers firmly gripping her nape, Kodiak’s mouth came crashing down on hers. He owned her with that kiss. Cupping her breast, he squeezed. The plump flesh escaped the daringly low-cut bodice, exposing her nipple.

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