Page 5 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

Randi gave a little moan as his hands slid from her hips to her ass. He was going to lose his mind. But it was going to be a very nice trip to crazy.

Her fingers curled into his hair as her other hand fisted the front of his shirt. She arched closer and Nolan took over the kiss. He stroked her tongue hungrily, then gentled things, kissing her softly, nipping at her bottom lip before again pressing against her tongue, trying to drink her in.

He felt her leg wrap around his, and he couldn’t help but drop his hand from her ass to the back of her thigh below the hem of her short dress. Her skin was like silk, and while he might not give a kidney for a smile, he’d definitely give one away for the chance to lick her right there.

And she’d been right about sharing the tequila this way. He was absolutely feeling tipsy now. But it was that thought that made him lift his head. As much as he’d love to make out with Randi for another solid hour or so in Coach’s backyard, he wouldn’t do it with her when she was drunk.

She stared up at him, breathing fast. Nolan also had to draw in two or three gulps of oxygen before he could speak.

“Thanks for the taste,” he said.

She pressed her lips together, then asked, “You sure you got enough?”

He almost groaned. He wasn’t sure there would ever be such a thing as enough with her. “My head’s spinning,” he told her. “And I’ve got to drive.”

Randi let him go and stepped back. For a second, Nolan kicked himself. What the fuck was he doing? Turning her down for more ofthat? This was Miranda Doyle. He might never get another shot. But he didn’t want a drunken shot. He wanted her fully with him and he wanted her to remember it for a very long time afterward.

Like he would.

She wet her lips again, watching him. “I have more tequila back at my place,” she said. “But I don’t have any shot glasses. We might have to do body shots instead.”

Jesus. Nolan thought his heart skipped a beat there. Talk about the most tempting thing he’d ever heard in his life.

It didn’t matter how many women he’d been with. Simply kissing Randi had just obliterated the taste of any other woman from his mind. Of course, it had been a hell of a kiss and was fueled by the fact that he’d dreamed of it for a long, long time. And it had been even better than anything his imagination had come up with. He’d never shoot Patron without thinking of her—and probably getting hard—again.

Which meant that the only time he should really do tequila shots would bewithher. Like right now.

But no. She was drunk.

“I’ll take you home,” he told her. “But I can’t stay.”

She frowned. “I promise not to talk.”

Nolan paused at that. She promised not to talk? What did that mean? “Randi—”

“Have you done body shots before?” she asked. She moved in closer and put a hand on his chest. “You lick the salt off my neck, suck the tequila out of my belly button, and then take the lime from my mouth.”

Nolan cleared his throat. He knew the basics, had seen it done, but had never done it himself. Suddenly he wanted nothing more in the entire world than to suck tequila from her belly button.

“Or I could put the lime right here.” She ran her finger from her collarbone to the glorious dip between her breasts. “And really, you can lick the salt from wherever you want to.”

That list was embarrassingly long.

“Randi, if you weren’t drunk, I’d take you up on all of that in a New York minute, but—”

Her brows slammed together and she pushed him back. She ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah, okay, whatever. I guess women in New York don’t put limes between their breasts, right?”

She stepped around him and stomped toward the barn party.

It took Nolan another minute to follow. What had that been about? He hadn’t mentioned New York on purpose, it was just an expression.

He didn’t catch up with her until she was standing in front of her best friend, Annabelle, and her boyfriend Jackson.

“Can you take me home?” Randi asked Annabelle before Nolan could say anything.

Annabelle’s gaze went to Nolan. “Of course,” she told Randi. “You ready now?”

“Yes,” Randi said firmly.

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