Page 106 of Bottles & Blades

Hot breath on my skin, warm brown eyes on mine.

She looks like an angel with the overhead light shining down on her, and I can’t resist.

I kiss her.

Not gently, not coaxing her into meeting the thrusts of my tongue, the long drags of my mouth. The best part? She’s right there with me. Leaning back into me, slipping her hands into my hair, gripping the strands tight, and kissing me back with all the enthusiasm she can muster.

Which is a fucking lot.

Which has that kissing turning to touching, to slipping my hands under her shirt and getting to stroke all of that silken skin.

She gasps when I cup a breast, when I roll one taut nipple between thumb and forefinger.

And then she’s climbing over the console, clambering onto my lap, taking the kiss from hot to scorching. I groan, draw her closer against me, kiss her deeper, fucking her with my tongue, wishing I was fucking her with my cock.

There are far too many layers of clothes between us, far too little room in this seat.

But I can’t tear my mouth from hers.

Not yet.

Not as she straddles my waist, settles heavily on me, and begins rocking.

I drop a hand to her waist, change the angle slightly, shifting her, and she gasps, mouth tearing away from mine. “Honey,” she groans.

“I like that,” I say, cupping that ass, keeping her close. “But I like it when you call me Jean-Mi more.”

She rocks harder. “Jean-Mi.”

It’s a plea and a demand.

It’s everything and more.

I buck up into her, matching her rhythm, keeping her close, guiding her up the edge.

I feel the shudders in her body when she moves, know she’sright fucking there.

“Come for me, baby,” I order. “Find it on me now, buttercup.Rightnow.”

“I—” Her head falls back. Then she jolts. “Oh, God.”

Hand diving into her hair, I draw her forward just in time to taste her moans on my tongue as she comes apart.

Fucking perfect.

Fuckingmine.

“Honey,” she whispers as I carry her, loose-limbed and hazy-eyed, into the house.

“Yeah, buttercup?”

“Are you going to let me take care of youthistime?”

Christ, that’s a tempting fucking offer.

But it’s late and she’s tired and we’ve been moving really fucking quickly.

“No, baby.”

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