If she thought their first kiss had been incredible, then this fresh wet one turned it on its head and made a mockery of that first kiss by being the best damn kiss of her life.
Ruby melted against him.
Bones disappearing, consumed in his kiss, veins exploding blood in a rush of excitement, when Preacher opened his mouth wider he took possession of her, bending her spine with a touch of his fingers, she was fluid, the rugged scent of him filling her to capacity, his lips moving this way and that way, taking everything she had.
His tongue invading like it was meant to be there all this time and Ruby had not known.
Now she did.
Oh, yeah now she did, because she became a little mindless in that lack of oxygen way as he kissed her madly, grunting when she tried to catch a little air he only deepened, delving his tongue across hers and oh his taste...so good. All manly man with a stroke of bourbon as an afternote. Her brain flooded with sex. Thoughts of sex. Want of sex. Needing sexnow.
Her clothes seemed to shrink around her, either that or she was having a blood aneurysm.
"Come with me, beautiful." He husked in the form of a question that wasn’t a question, grabbing her hand and because Ruby was lightheaded she followed behind as he pulled her through bodies into a hallway.
"Wait." She tugged her hand free. What the hell was she doing? Is this what she truly wanted?Give me a minute to think. No one was taking any notice of them, too intent on their own enjoyment.
Was she going to do this?
And with Preacher of all men. "Wait," she repeated.
His lips were on hers again, eating at her mouth, sending her dizzy, his hand cupping the full left side of her face, pressing deeply forcing her mouth open, she moaned, grabbed onto his shirt. his kiss proving, she didn't need to think.
"You want this, Ruby. Go with it, we can both have what we want."
Her body spurted so much adrenaline it was a wonder she could keep standing upright.
This was it. Make or break time and for once in her life she chose the selfish door, taking something just for herself even when she knew it was the very baddest thing she should be doing right then especially with a man like Preacher.
She did it anyway. Compelled to, because itwasa man like Preacher.
Preacher who had her feeling everything all at once, pounding her system, flooding it. Her expression gave her away, of just how much she wanted him.
By tipping up her head and catching his lips in a dark heated kiss pushing her tongue into his mouth.
She let him drag her the rest of the way wherever he was taking her, stopping every few seconds to kiss, that wicked tongue fucking her mouth in a prelude of what was to come.
"Fuck. You taste incredible," he groaned, sucking her lip.
He tasted like sin.
"Can you make me come, Preacher man?"
He went stiff all over, rearing his head up to stare down. She giggled. A tiny bit tipsy. "Can you? Because I need some guarantees here, I want orgasms, a lot of them, I need them badly, you don't even know, and if you're a two-pump chump then you might as well march back out there and grab one of those sugar bottoms to stick it to. I need it good and I need it right."
"Babe," he sounded stunned, a tick working his thick jaw only served to make his face look more chiseled. Fricking god’s angels made him well, she thought.
"Well? Orgasms, how do we stand on that? I’m going to need an answer. Micro penises need not apply."
Pushed back to a wall so fast the air evaporated on her tongue, just as well since he began sucking hard on it drawing it heavily into his own mouth with the kind of French kissing you get in porn movies, not the pizza boy porn, but the businessman and his horny secretary.
it was hot as hell.
She moaned and grabbed onto his hair until she felt the buttons pop on her skinny jeans a large meaty hand slid right on in and down, past her panties, bypassing the material like it didn't even exist he tugged them aside and stroked her outer labia, checking how shamefully wet her folds were.
Oh, good god.
His kisses were fire and just a little bit nasty.