Page 46 of Stunner (Whiskey Dolls 3)

I forced myself to let go of her in spite of how perfectly she fit in my hand, slammed the door shut on her laughter, and jogged around the hood to the driver side.

“How long from here to your place?” she asked once I was inside and buckled.

I looked over at her while twisting the key in the ignition, bringing my Blazer growling to life. She looked almost ethereal in the faint glow of the dash lights. “You want to go back to my place?”

Her forehead crinkled adorably. “Well, yeah. You can’t leave Gus all by himself, poor thing.”

“My sister and niece are dog sitting.”

“Oh...” I wasn’t certain, but it almost seemed like she was disappointed. Then she shrugged and said, “Okay, then if not for Gus, take me there because I love your place.”

Fuck me, but this woman.

“And Owen?”

I choked the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip and guided us out of the parking lot. “Right here, baby.”

“Drive really fast.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, not with a goddamn dream-come-true sitting beside me.

Asher

I was a mixture of nerves and arousal as Owen pulled his truck into a parking spot in the alley behind the vet clinic. My hands felt clammy, my heart was beating a drumroll against my ribs, and my panties had gone from wet to sopping. I felt like a livewire, like every single inch of my skin was an exposed nerve, and a subtle breeze could set me off.

“Sit tight,” he said as he killed the engine and threw his door open. “I’ll come around and get you. I don’t want you falling in those heels and hurting yourself.”

God, sexy as hellanda gentleman.

Please live up to the promise of you. Please, please, pretty please, I silently prayed, holding my breath as I watched him come around the front of the Blazer. He really was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on.

My door opened with a loud creak, causing me to jolt. “You okay?” Owen asked, concern marring his brow as he took me in.

“Yeah. Good. All good,” I chirped like a hyperactive parakeet.

He bit the corner of his mouth to keep his smirk at bay as he leaned over to release my seatbelt. The smell of cotton and forest invaded my senses, sending a rush of arousal straight to my core. A second later, he lifted me out of the truck like I was as light as air, sliding me down the front of his body as he slowly, torturously, lowered me to my feet. I felt every inch of him dragging against me, and sucked in a sharp breath at the steel rod pressing firmly against my stomach.

“Jesus,” he said on an exhale as he bent to swipe his lips across the cord of my throat. “You have no fucking clue how badly I’ve wanted this.”

Word failed me as lust dumped into my veins, mixing with my blood. All I could do was whimper as his tongue came out to lick across my fevered skin.

“Owen,” I finally managed to breathe out as I fisted the material of his jacket in my hands. “Take me inside.”

A growl worked its way up Owen’s chest, sending tremors straight to my core. Then he moved as fast as lightning, giving me no choice but to run in order to keep up. He unlocked and opened a door at the back of the building that led to a set ofstairs. I laughed, feeling exhilarated, racing to keep up as he took the steps two at a time.

By the time we reached the top, I was panting and out of breath in a way that had nothing to do with the unexpected cardio. He wrenched the door at the top open, and, using the tight hold he had on my hand, yanked me into his apartment.

A moment after the door was slammed shut, my back was pressed up against it, and Owen was feasting from my mouth like it was his last meal. I moaned as his tongue swept in and tangled with mine. I tasted the hops from the beer he drank earlier and the faintest traces of mint from his toothpaste.

I wanted this. I wanted him. I wantedmore. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, skating across my ribs, kneading my ass, molding to my breasts. I couldn’t get enough of his touch, and it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me.

I dragged my fingers through his hair, tangling the silky strands as I pulled him even closer, desperate to take the kiss even deeper.

He hooked a hand behind my left knee and hiked it up, perfectly aligning his straining cock with my sex. My head fell back on a cry when he rocked his hips, dragging his erection over my lace-covered slit and brushing against my clit.

“Owen,” I panted, desperation clawing at me. “I need—”

“What do you need?” he asked against my flesh as he peppered open-mouthed kisses along my neck and collarbones. “Tell me, Asher.”God,I couldn’t think when he touched me like that. We were like high schoolers, dry-humping while our parents were away, but I could feel something building inside me, and Iknewit was going to be out of this world. “If you want it, you have to say it, baby. I’ll give it to you, swear to God. But I want to hear the words.”

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