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The car door slammed behind her, and then he was there, pulling her into his hard, completely clothed body.
She rubbed against him, and when she started to turn around, he held her tighter. “No. Stay. But I do need you to stop moving like that or we’ll be fucking out here. I'm pretty sure Mac wouldn’t let us get away with that.”
Mandi relented and stilled. Jaz was right. Mac, the county Sheriff, would write them both up for lewd and lascivious acts in public.
But there was something dangerous and sexy about the prospect of getting caught. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her birthday in jail, though.
He reached out and slid the shop key home, and freed the lock from its mooring. He walked her inside and had her backed against the door with his mouth on hers before she could catch her breath.
For a split second, she wondered how this was different than being outside and naked, when anyone who passed by could see her bare ass through the glass. But the curious thought vanished. Jaz devoured her much as she had done to him in the car. She couldn’t get enough of his tongue, his taste, his feel … And then he was licking a trail down her throat, down the center of her chest, and when she thought he might stop at her nipples … He kept right on going until he was on his knees, his eyes trained on her face.
She didn’t think there could be anything more arousing or erotic than that predatory, possessive stare.
He teased her bellybutton, then sucking at her mound without mercy.
Slower than molasses, he pulled away, sucking on her flesh until the last possible moment.
“Jaz,” she whisper-croaked. Her dry throat didn’t allow for any sound resembling her normal voice.
He shook his head and tore his shirt off over his head and Mandi gasped. She’d known about some of his tattoos, but she had no idea there were so many more. He also had one nipple pierced. She wanted to explore those designs on his body but pushed the thought aside as he slid a hand under one of her thighs. “Over my shoulder.” He reached up and locked the door. “Brace your hands on the bar at your back and put your legs over my shoulders.”
“Jaz, I …”
“Do it, Mandi. I’ve got you.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and her knees trembled. “I’ve got you,” he whispered against her sex.
And she knew he did.
With his help, she lifted first one leg over his shoulder and then the other. He slid his hands up her backside and squeezed, held her and feasted on her like a starving man. How long had she waited for a man like him to go at her like this? How long had she waited for this man to go at her like this?
She was still as wet now as she’d been in the car. His breath on her heated skin … She couldn’t do anything but enjoy it. She couldn’t let go of the handrail at her back. She couldn’t grip him or hold on to him. She could only rock her pussy on his mouth and fuck the tongue that was fucking her.
“Jaz …”
He nodded his head and ate her with his whole mouth. He breathed her in and then blew out the breath, heating her further. Goose bumps formed up and down her body and she shivered, despite the incredible fire burning in her veins.
The slide of his tongue from her sex, toward her ass made her shudder. He teased her with the tip, then licked his way back up until he took her clit between his teeth and nibbled, bit, tugged. He soothed it with a long, slow laving.
Was he teasing her or trying to draw it out? She couldn’t tell, but she needed that orgasm. She could feel it, could even see it hovering on the outer edges of her vision.
He let go of her clit and blew a hot breath out against her. “You on the Pill?”
“Wha—” Her brain was all hazy from being on the verge of her third come of the night, something she hadn’t experienced in longer than she cared to remember.
Mandi licked her lips and tried to find the right answer to his question. The Pill. He was asking about the Pill. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m on it.”
He went at her clit again, driving her, pushing her, taking her over. Then he backed off, giving her short, sharp licks. “You’ve got the best fucking pussy. Anyone ever tell you that?” He punctuated his words with stabs of his tongue … Teasing, tormenting stabs of his tongue making her quake and tighten the backs of her thighs on his shoulders.
“N…no.”
“Damn dumbasses. It’s so sweet, so pretty and smooth. I love that you’ve got it all smooth. God, it’s so fucking sexy, and you’re so fucking wet.”
He took another swipe at her, dragged his wicked tongue from stem to stern then moved. He lowered her legs, one at a time, keeping his hold on her. She was shaking with arousal, and without him she couldn’t stand. “What the hell are you doing? Jaz … I need …”
He slid up against her body and was so close she could have been wearing him as a second skin. “I know what you need. I need it to. I need that hot cunt coming all over my dick.”
He turned them and walked her backward to the glass counter then turned her at the last moment. The friction of his clothes rubbing her naked body was … “Please …” she whimpered again.
“I’ll please you, baby. Lean over the counter, up on the balls of your feet, use it to hold you up until I get inside you. Oh yeah, good girl. Hold on to the far edge over there, push that ass at me. Damn, Mandi.”
