Page 66 of Body Shot

“Oh God.” She nibbles my earlobe. “I’d like that too.”

“But first . . . tequila.”

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BECK

Hayden huffs out a laugh and I stride toward my bed. I lower her to the mattress on her knees and she smiles up at me as she reaches for the hem of her tank top. I watch avidly. “When you pulled your top up, lying on the bar, I wanted to grab your hands and stop you.”

“I wasn’t going to reveal anything.”

“I like that sexy bra.” I eye the pink demi bra, the plump flesh above the lace edge of the tiny cups, the little bows at the bottom of each shoulder strap. “OnlyIget to see that bra.”

“Yes, sir.”

I roll my eyes, my lips twitching. “Good girl.”

“I should hate that,” she says, working open her jeans. “But it kind of turns me on.”

“Me too.”

She shoves her jeans down her curvy hips, exposing her panties to my view, another familiar pair, a pink thong with barely-there side ribbons. She goes to her ass, shifting her legs to the side, pushing the jeans the rest of the way off, and I reach to help her. I whisk them away and toss them onto the nearby chair.

“Are those panties wet?” I ask in a husky voice.

She gulps. “Yes.”

“Perfect. Take your bra off.”

She complies, revealing those gorgeous tits. Her hard nipples are begging to be sucked. But that’ll have to wait until later.

“Lie down and roll over.” I twirl my index finger.

“Arf.”

I bark out a surprised laugh. “Jesus. Okay, I’m sorry, that did sound kind of like I was talking to a dog.”

“You’re bossy tonight.”

“Yes. Yes, I am. Also impatient.” I lift an eyebrow.

With an amused curve to her lips, she stretches out on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head.

I cross to the dresser, where the tequila is. I’m not even sure why the tequila is in here. I grab the bottle and return to the bed, dropping the bottle there. Hayden watches me with lust-hazed eyes.

I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt up and off. My eyes meet Hayden’s again, and damn, the way she looks at me makes me feel like . . . like I matter.

I’m not sure if anyone has ever looked at me like that before, even the long list of women I’ve fucked. Not even the girls I dated in high school before my parents fucking interfered and scared them off.

My skin tightens and my dick surges. I carefully draw down the fly of my jeans and let them drop to the floor, along with my boxers. Hayden’s gaze tracks up and down my body with worshipful hunger. Fuck yeah, I love that. I could get addicted to that.

I push that thought aside and climb onto the bed, reaching for the tequila. “Here we go, baby,” I murmur. I position myself between her legs, unscrew the cap, and carefully pour golden liquid into the little dip at the base of her spine, the one I pictured in my mind when I promised her this. Oh yeah. I admire the visual, her sleek back and rounded ass cheeks curving down into smooth thighs. Her panties barely cover her pouty lips. My mouth waters. And it’s not for the tequila.

I bend to lap at the liquid, letting the spice and heat of it warm my tongue. Slowly, I lick it away, and keep stroking my tongue over her when it’s gone with measured, unhurried licks, focusing on the taste of the tequila, the warm scent of her, and her soft skin against my tongue.

Her fingers grip my duvet and I watch her toes curl in as I lick lower still, teasing her thong, then rubbing my lips over one smooth cheek. “Oh, baby. So pretty.”

I pour more tequila, this time up between her shoulder blades in a narrow stream that trickles down to pool in that same place. Now I lick my way down, nuzzling her with my nose, pausing to kiss and nip.

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