Page 84 of Lure

This close, I couldn’t mistake the scent of him for anything else. He was summer sunshine, salty breezes, and something a little sweeter. It made me think of the beach and coconut lotions. Or maybe that was just the blond shagginess of him.

“I really like your haircut,” I said, the words bubbling right out. “I should say style, I just… yeah, I like it.”

I wanted to clamp a mental hand over my mouth to shut up before I made a bigger fool out of myself.

His chuckle alleviated some of my embarrassment. “Gracie-girl, I’m going to kiss you right now, but just so we’re one hundred percent on the same page. I am attracted to you and I don’t care what you’re doing with Voodoo and Lunchbox as long as there’s room for me.”

Room for?—

I really didn’t get a chance to process his comment at all because he dipped his head and then his mouth was on mine. It was a slow burn of a kiss, a stroke of his lips. A caress. A whisper of contact. Then he deepened it with a lick of his tongue delving deep, and I pressed my hands to his chest.

His skin was hot under my fingertips. I pushed up on my toes because he was so damn tall. They were all so tall and he surrounded me, all that strength and sturdiness. He had to truly lean down so we could kiss. Thrill raced over my nerve endings and the world slipped a little sideways.

No, it slipped more than a little. He dropped one of his hands from my face to my hip and then he wrapped that arm around me and I was up, crushed to his chest as I slid my arms around his neck.

From slow burn to full scorcher, he turned me inside out with the kiss that demanded everything. Demanded and took, and returned so fiercely. The whole world shifted and then he was sitting down and I was straddling his lap.

He alternated between the drugging caress of his mouth with mine and the sting of his stubble scraping against my cheeks. The sweet and the bite, it was like chasing the salt and the lime with the tequila. It detonated my system with every bit the same force as doing shots did.

The shift in our positions let my knees slide onto the cushions as he massaged my back and then down to my ass. There was a tug, then the towel I’d been wearing vanished as he whisked it away.

“Gracie,” he whispered against my lips. “Does that answer your question?”

I dragged my head up to stare down at him. His pupils were huge and his lips shiny. If I looked anything like him, then I was every bit as wrecked on the outside as I was on the in. “What question?”

His sudden grin was the sun coming out and then he cupped my neck and dragged me in for another kiss. This close, it was all skin on skin, except my bra was in the way. It was so much contact.

Too much. Not enough.

“You’re tensing,” he said against my mouth before he bit down on my lower lip and my cunt clenched around emptiness. One kiss and I was ready to climb him like a tree.

What a kiss.

“Not a bad tense,” I promised him.

“No?” He fisted his hand in my hair, tugging my head back when I would have kissed him again. The heat in his eyes seared me right to my soul.

“No,” I promised. “A very needy tense. But not a bad one.”

I raised my left hand and covered my pinky nail with my thumb as I held up three fingers.

“Scout’s Honor.”

“Not the Scout sign,” he chided, but the low rumbling chuckle underscoring his words turned my insides to liquid and I wanted to drown in him.

“No?” I thought that was how he did it.

“Nope,” he said on a cheerful note. Then with another laugh, he devoured my mouth. Even with the bra, the rub of my chest tohis had my nipples tightening. I rolled my hips against him, the bulge under his zipper a tantalizing temptation that I didn’t want to resist.

A yip from Goblin had me jerking back and we both turned to look at the dog staring up at us, head canted as if he wasn’t sure what we were doing.

“Not this time, buddy,” Alphabet said. “Go take a break.” When he lifted his chin, Goblin barked once then streaked out of the room.

I blinked after him, then Alphabet was massaging my ass. His hands were huge. It was like being surrounded and shielded on all sides. I was right where I wanted to be.

“You need a bed?” The question was so damn soft it sent flutters through my system.

I dropped my hand to his zipper and tugged it down. Then his cock was against my fingers. Someone was running commando and his nostrils flared at the contact of my hand on him.

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