Page 69 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

And I feltproud.

Embarrassed as hell, still, too—my cheeks flared hot and I didn’t even know how the hell I was going to go back to regular life after this. But a quiet pride burned inside me too.

He wanted me to come for him, and I did.

In fucking public.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. I was lightheaded as I pressed my back up against the trunk of the tree, feeling the gentle movement of his tongue on me as he swallowed around me. His movements were almost tender now, in a way that felt almost as impossible as him sucking me off.

He pulled back, the night air finally hitting my spit-slicked cock again. I let out a small, barely audible groan, bringing it back into my pants, tucking it away like I was putting my own dick into time-out.

What the fuck just fucking happened?

Draven rose to his feet. I was more aware of his height than ever. He was only a couple of inches taller than me but right now it felt like he towered over me—body, mind, and power.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and gave me a calm glance.

“I knew you liked the idea of someone catching us, Baby Blue, butGod, you were turned on.”

Inside me, it was a desperate plea:kiss me. Please fucking kiss me?

I felt like he’d cast some sort of wicked spell on me.

I couldn’t stop looking at his eyelashes, cast in the golden glow of the street lamp behind us. His hands—and his fuckingwrists—so strong, tattooed, and appealing to me in a way I never knew I could feel.

And his fucking voice.

Low like velvet. Like fucking dark, sweet, sticky treacle.

A voice that could make me do anything.

When his eyes landed on mine again it was like a whole new tornado of desire swept through me. My skin was still hot and I was still fucking angry at all of this, and at him for existing in the first place.

When I moved in to kiss him, I felt like I was barely in control of the decision.

I stepped out from my place on the trunk of the tree and moved in close to his face again, putting each of my hands on the sides of his face.

I went in to kiss him and his arm came down between us in an instant. He pushed it up against my chest, blocking my ability to move in.

He pushed me back, gentle but firm. His expression went from relaxed to cold all at once, a warning glance in his eyes.

He shook his head. “No.”

I set my jaw, my gaze dancing from his mouth to his eyes.

I wanted to press the matter, but something in his expression stopped me. It was clear he wasn’t just trying to tease me. He was dead serious.

Maybe, to a man like Draven, a furtive blow job in between two buildings was fair game, but he wanted me to know my place.

He wouldn’t kiss me.

I relented, and a moment later he let his arm drop between the two of us.

A million questions swirled through my mind. Some of them fueled by anger, some by confusion, some by sheer desperate curiosity.

Don’t let it out.

Not right now.

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