Page 65 of Body Shot

Her eyes darken. “That might be a waste of good tequila.”

“Fuck no. C’mere.” I wiggle my fingers at her. She leans closer. Her eyelids have gone heavy and she’s breathing a little faster. I feather a kiss over her lips. “I’m gonna pour that añejo into the sexy hollow at the base of your spine and sip it from there. And then I’m going to drizzle some between your legs and taste you there too.” I kiss her again, keeping my eyes on hers. “And when you come I’m going to taste that along with the tequila and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Her breath hitches and I smile. “Let’s go.”

“N-now?”

Satisfaction swells in my chest. “Now. Grab your purse, gorgeous.”

Hayden walked here, so we both jump into my car and make the speedy trip to my place. I pull into a small garage attached to my condo, the unit a three-story, multi-level building. We enter from the garage and pass through my small utility room into the kitchen.

Hayden looks around, moving toward the spacious living room. “This is really nice.”

“Thanks. It’s decent. I bought it mainly for the view of the bay.” I gesture at the big windows and door onto the patio, though it’s dark outside and nothing can be seen.

“Your living room is huge compared to mine.”

It’s big enough for two sofas and three armchairs, big brown leather ones arranged in front of the stone fireplace, with ample room to move around them. “Do you want to know where I bought my furniture?”

She shoots me a startled glance. “Uh, no . . . Oh.”

I grin. “How about a tour of the bedroom?” I hold out a hand.

She moves toward me and slides her hand into mine. “Is that where the tequila is?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, what? You keep tequila in your bedroom?”

“Where else would I keep it?” I tug her along with me down the hall.

“Maybe . . . a bar. Or your kitchen . . .”

“Or who the fuck cares.” I step into the bedroom and release her hand. “As long as we have tequila. Take your clothes off.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “How romantic.”

I let my head fall back. “Ah. You’re right. Damn, you make me crazy.”

“I do?” She blinks.

I move up closer to her, so our bodies touch, and set my fingertips to her cheek. “You do.” I bend and kiss her mouth, slow and soft. “So. Fucking. Crazy.”

I close my arms around her and bring her tight against me. My dick strains behind my fly and her softness pressing against it feels both good and cruel. Her soft breasts crushed to my chest also feel damn good and the way her mouth opens to me makes my blood sizzle in my veins.

“All night,” I mutter. “All night my dick’s been hard for you. Making me crazy. You should be spanked for that.”

Warmth flows between her thighs and a small moan leaks from her lips. “You invited me.”

“You had the nerve to show up all sexy and pretty.” I nip at her bottom lip. “Then lift your top and expose that smooth belly so I could lick it.”

I slide a hand into her hair, worn down and loose tonight, and I grab a handful of silky strands and hold on tight, tipping her head for a deeper kiss. I slide my tongue into her mouth and find hers, then suck gently on it.

She moans and clutches my T-shirt at the shoulder. Her back arches as I kiss her harder, bending her over my arm. Our mouths slide together, open and close in long, wet kisses. We both make sounds of need and pleasure.

“Damn,” I groan. “Hayden, baby.”

I release her hair and skim both hands down to her ass, gripping and lifting her. She gives a little jump and wraps her legs around me, her arms around my neck.

“Oh yeah. I’d like to take you up against the wall, like this, hard and dirty.”

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