Page 43 of Bombshell (Whiskey Dolls 1)

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Marin

Inever knew a kiss could be like this. With his lips on mine, his tongue a sweeping invader, he became the sole focus of my universe. The kiss became an all-consuming entity, stealing every thought from my brain exceptmoreandthisandnow. I was lost in the ocean, surrounded by glaciers that reminded me of Pierce’s eyes, and I wasabsolutelyokay with that.

The sound he made was rough and animalistic, and I felt my panties instantly dampen. “Fucking knew you’d taste this sweet,” he growled against my mouth before tightening his grip on my hair and tipping my head to the side so he could get a better angle.

The kiss started out like an explosion of fireworks, but just like that, it turned into a battle. His teeth sank into my bottom lip and my nails raked down his back, fisting at the material of his shirt. He soothed the sting with his tongue and groaned when I pulled at the cotton at his back so I could press my palms against his smooth, hot, bare skin.

His hands came down, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. He used his hold to rock me against the hard length straining to escape his jeans. I pulled in a stuttered breath at the shock that friction sent through my whole body. “Pierce,” I said on a sigh, sinking deeper into him.

“Been waiting to hear you say my name like that.”

I hadn’t realized just how much control he’d been holding on to until that very moment, because at the sound of me sighing his name, that one word dripping with lust like a wet sponge, he snapped.

Suddenly, I was no longer straddling him, but on my back on the lounger beneath him, my legs wrapped around his thighs as he shifted his hips to rub against my sex while plundering my mouth.

He whispered a word of encouragement when I arched my back to press harder against him. He broke the kiss to drag his lips and teeth along the column of my neck to my ear where he spoke of how long he’d wanted this, how crazy I made him.

The feeling is mutual,buddy, I thought to myself.

His hand skated along my outer thigh, pulling my left leg up higher. “These fucking shorts,” he groaned when he reached the leg of my boy shorts. “I think they might be the death of me.”

“But what a way to go, right?” I teased before fisting his hair and bringing his mouth back to mine. “Don’t stop kissing me,” I panted as his erection rubbed at the seam between my thighs. “Never stop. Do it forever.”

“Gladly.” His hand traveled farther up, dipping beneath my hoodie. “So soft. Are you this soft everywhere?”

I took his hand beneath my top to be a tit-for-tat scenario and slipped mine beneath his shirt, rubbing my palms along muscles I hadn’t known existed beneath all those starched button-downs of his. “Are you this hard everywhere?”

He lifted his head and gave me a smirk that was so hot I thought it might actually kill me before rotating his hips. I felt a coil tighten low in my belly. “You tell me.” Oh God, I was about to come. Just from him dry humping me. If I didn’t feel so damn good right then, I might have been a little embarrassed that I was pawing and tearing at him like a teenager.

“Mmm.” My head fell back as he kissed down my throat, pulling at the neck of my hoodie so he could get it out of his way. “Why don’t you find out if I’m this soft everywhere?” I offered, wanting nothing more than for him to strip me naked and take me right then and there. To hell with his neighbors if we happen to get too loud.

“Oh, I intend to,” he said against my collarbone. “Just not right now.”

Wait... the sound of tires screeching to a stop on cement bounced around inside my skull as I leaned deeper into the lounger cushions so I could see his face. “What?” Before I could stop it, my bottom lip poked out. “Why the hell not?” I pouted.

The stupid jerk smirked at my neediness, and the desire to punch him in the face returned. “Because I plan on taking my time with you. I’ll need hours or days, maybe months, and I’m still not sure that’ll be enough time to do everything I want to do to you. But the first time I feel you wrapped around me isn’t going to be a quiet quickie on my back deck while I have one ear listening out for my son.”

“But I’m okay with quiet quickies,” I insisted. Honestly, I actually wasn’t, but I felt so greedy for this man, I’d take what I could get. “I’m actually really good at them. Let me show you.”

He pulled out of the reach of my lips. “You have no goddamn clue how tempting that is. But I want to be able to savor you.”

Savoring is good, a voice inside my head screamed.Savoring means multiple orgasms and more of a chance to find our G-spot. Stop arguing, you stupid cow!

My head fell back against the cushion on a sigh. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I felt like I’d just lived through the hardest dance rehearsal of my life, then tacked on a climb up Everest for good measure. The phrase “wrung dry” suddenly seemed extremely appropriate for how I felt.

“Eli’s having a sleepover at my mom’s house this weekend. Can I see you tomorrow?”

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down, feeling a sting from how thoroughly Pierce had just abused them in the verybestway. “I’m working at the club tomorrow night. And aren’t you supposed to be preparing for trial next week?”

“Tomorrow after your shift then. I’ll work during the day. You can come back here after you get off.” He leaned closer, the smell of the outdoors and clean laundry invading my senses as he spoke against my lips. “Stay the night with me, Marin. My mom is taking Eli to the botanical gardens Sunday, so he won’t be home until afternoon. I want you in my bed. I want to have you all to myself for as long as I possibly can.”

I wasn’t sure I’d ever had a more tempting offer. “All right,” I relented, not feeling the need to put up much of a fight. “I’ll come over after my shift. I go on early, so I’ll only have to work until about ten.”

“Perfect. Be sure to pack a bag.”

As ridiculous as it was, I felt a sudden wave of sadness as Pierce pushed off the lounger and took my hand to help me to my feet.

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