Page 73 of Preacher

The wanton look in her eyes got to me to me every time.

I dropped my mouth to hers, silencing her with a kiss. Her mouth was warm and wet, and all her little moans and whimpers made my cock ache with need. I knew right then that there was no going back. She felt too good, too right. The scent of her skin, the warmth of her mouth, got to me in a way that no woman ever had.

My hands made their way past the small of her back down to her perfect ass, and I pulled her even closer. As I lowered my mouth to her neck and began trailing kisses along her collarbone, my hands roamed across the curves of her body. Damn, she felt so fucking good. She inched closer with a muffled groan, and it was all I could do to keep myself in check. I slipped my hand under the opening of her shorts and trailed my fingers along her bare thigh up to her center.

I smirked as I eased her panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside her. A wave of gratification washed over me when I found her soaking wet—which left no doubt that she was just as aroused as I was.

She planted her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself as she waited for me to make her come.

I didn't—at least, not yet.

Disappointment marked her face when I removed my hand and stood. I didn't say a word but simply started unbuckling my jeans, and that sinful look in her eyes returned. Her breathing grew ragged with need as I pulled out my throbbing cock and began stroking it.

Tabitha ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and that was it.

I was done.

I had to be inside her, and I pulled her over to me.

She removed her shorts and panties, then lowered herself down on my lap, straddling her knees on each side. She reached down between us and took me in her hand. She wrapped her fingers tightly around my hard, thick shaft and began stroking me, which had me instantly on edge.

A slight hiss slipped through my lips as her fingers found their way to the base of my cock and guided me to her entrance. Our eyes met as she lowered herself, taking me in inch by inch until I filled her completely.

This woman had me tangled up in ways I never dreamed possible, and I found it hard to believe that she didn’t know the effect she had on me.

But I spent the rest of the night making sure she finally understood.

The next morning, she was up and dressed before I’d even had my first sip of coffee. I sat up in the bed and rolled my shoulders, trying to work out the kinks as I asked, “Where are you running off to so early?”

“Those buyers I told you about are coming this afternoon.” She pulled her hair up as she said, “I asked Harlan to come in early to help me get them ready.”

“You nervous?”

“A little, but it’s only because I hate to lose them.”

“Then, don’t sell them.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I know, and I get it. They mean something to you, and it’s hard to let go.”

“Exactly.” She leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. “I better get going. Will you call me later?”

“You can count on it.”

She smiled and slipped out of the room, and she hadn’t closed the front door when I started to miss her presence. Damn. I needed to get a fucking grip. I had a meet with Sergei and his brothers in less than an hour, so I pulled myself out of bed and took a long, cold shower.

Half an hour later, I was on my bike and on the way to the city. The casino was just a few weeks from opening, maybe less, and there was tension in the air that reminded me of a storm right before it broke wide open. We’d been keeping eyes on the construction site, rotating the boys on shifts around the clock, and they were out front for everyone to see.

I wanted our presence known.

I wanted everyone to see our cuts and know that we were there for a reason, and there would be no bullshit—from anyone.

And it had worked.

We hadn’t run into any major issues. Hell, we hadn’t had any issues at all, but I wasn’t fool enough to let my guard down. I knew something was coming. Something big. I could feel it in my bones. You don’t live the kind of life I’d lived without learning to trust your gut, and mine was yelling loud enough to rattle my damn skull.

When I pulled up to The Black Crown, I spotted Memphis and Goose posted at the back. Ghost was inside, and Rusty was walking the perimeter. They were all in their assigned posts, and they would remain there until the next group came in to take their shift.

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