Page 59 of Son of a Preacher Man

Lifting her chin, stormy blue eyes bored into his own. “I know what they call me behind my back.”

Ice queen.

Though he couldn’t say she hadn’t earned the title.

You melt for me.

“They’ve got it all wrong, Snicks.” Running his fingers through her hair, Kodiak tucked a strand behind her ear. “You’re my queen.”

And just to show her the truth of his words, he kissed her.

Honey-blonde hair fanned out on the pillow behind her, Kodiak rubbed it between his fingers. Running them down her back, he gently traced her spine, the curve of her hip. Kelly turned over with a bottle of champagne in her hand and a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Happy birthday.”

Kodiak glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Most people didn’t have them anymore, but he did. Habit, he supposed. “Not for another twenty-seven minutes.”

Birthdays never meant much to him—not his own anyway. Unless one of the church ladies happened to bake one, there were no birthday cakes. Though, the year he turned eight, Grace was at the house and made him brownies. When Jarrid got home, she lit a candle, and they sang to him.

Grace would’ve been fifteen then. Thinking back now, he wondered if his father was already fucking her.

Kelly pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Close enough.”

Thirty-five. Damn.

Why did it seem so much older than thirty-four? If he lived to see seventy, half his life was already over. Wasted. Years spent chasing promises, lies, and unanswered prayers.

No matter how many years he had left, Kodiak wasn’t about to waste another single one. Kelly was his answer, his truth, his friend, and more. So fucking much more. Whatever was left of his battered heart was hers, all she had to do was take it.

Kodiak took the bottle of champagne from her hand. “C’mere then.”

She straddled his lap, and he popped the cork. The wine sprayed, christening them both. It bubbled over his hand, dripping off his elbow onto the sheets.

“Oops.” And delighted, Kelly giggled, licking champagne from his fingers. “You made a mess.”

He raked his lip with his teeth, carnal thoughts amping his blood to lava. Gripping her chin, he filled her mouth, and watching the muscles move in her throat, she took every last drop.

Kelly licked her lips and grinned. She leaned in, and kissing him, slipped the bottle from his hand. Smooth glass to his lips, she poured wine into his throat. Down his chest. Onto his cock.

“And who’s made a mess now?”

“Me.” Her pupils flaring, she thrust the bottle back in his hand. “But I always clean up after myself, so…”

Starting at his neck, Kelly, his ice queen-turned-fiery siren, licked her way down his body. Flicking at his nipples, nibbling on them. Tracing every ridge of his abs with her tongue. And she wasn’t quick about it.

No, she made him wait.

Anticipating the moment those luscious lips would kiss his dick, when he’d fill that hot, little mouth, Kodiak gathered up her hair. He twisted it, fisting the silken tresses in his hand. Her smoldering blues peeking up at him, she smiled.

“I’ll be watching you, Snicks.” He tugged on her hair. “Just to be sure you do.”

Then she swallowed him whole.

Fingernails scored his abs, and raked his balls, as Kelly traced the veins, engorged with blood, that laced his thick shaft with her tongue. It swirled around the head, flicking at his frenulum, the little flap of skin on the underside of his cock that she knew made him go feral.

Fire licking up his spine, but not near ready for this to be over yet, Kodiak flipped the script. Yanking her up from his dick, he rolled Kelly onto her back, then drenched her in champagne.

“Good job, baby.” The bottle in one hand, his fingers trailed over soft, slick skin with the other. “Very, very good.”

Heady. Drunk on her, he lapped up every square inch of flesh. Her arms. Her sides. The divot at the hollow of her throat. Those beautiful breasts. Sucking on her nipple, Kelly released a moan. So consumed he could eat her alive, Kodiak clamped down with his teeth. And with the taste of her blood on his tongue, he indelibly marked her as his.

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