Page 46 of My Hotshot

“Duane,” she breathed.

We kissed like we were afraid the moment would end.

She pushed my vest off my shoulders, and I helped to shrug it the rest of the way before tossing it on the counter beside us. Her hands found the hem of my shirt and tugged it up with urgency.

I broke the kiss just long enough to yank the thing over my head.

She leaned back just slightly, and her eyes raked over me.

“Holycow,” she said. Her voice was a breathy gasp.

A slow grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “You like?”

Her fingers reached out and trailed across the skull that wrapped around my side, then down the snake coiled under my ribs. “These are amazing,” she whispered. “All I’ve got is a dragonfly on my ankle.”

I reached for her arm and let my fingers glide down her skin. She shivered as her lips parted, and her breath caught.

“I saw it, babe. Ilikeit,” I said, my voice low. “You’d look good with more… but you’re already perfect like this.”

She didn’t respond, just kept trailing her fingers over my tattoos and exploring my skin like it was something she’d been waiting a decade to touch again.

And I let her.

Hell, Icravedit.

Her hands went lower, brushing over the waistband of my jeans. My breath hitched when she reached the button. With one confident flick, it popped open. Then her fingers slid to the zipper.

That’s when I put my hand on hers.

“Gotta stop for a second, babe,” I said softly and kissed her lips before pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. “You sure you want this?”

Her answer came without hesitation. “More,” she whispered.

One word. That was all it took.

One word, and I wasgone.

She was in charge now, and I was more than happy to be along for the ride.

That one word set me on fire.

I kissed her harder.

Deeper.

Her shirt and bra disappeared as our hands explored each other.

My hands slid up her back and then down her sides. Her legs wrapped around me again and pulled me flush against her. She arched into me, and her body saidyesin ways that words couldn’t.

I lifted her off the counter just long enough to pull the last of what she was wearing from her body. She helped me out of my jeans and everything else until nothing was between us but heat and history.

I picked her up and sat her back on the island and stepped between her legs.

Skin against skin.

Breath against breath.

She was warm, soft, and open beneath my hands. Every sigh from her lips and every shiver of her skin wrecked me.

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