Page 25 of Nixon’s Promise

“Boring, I know.”

“Hell no. I was going to say that’s impressive. I have basic knowledge of computers, but we always had someone running our intel for us, so there was never a need for me to sharpen those skills.”

“I enjoy it. You might’ve guessed but I’m kinda a recluse. I’ve lived here five years and I have one friend. And the only reason why is because Becky is perpetually nice and I think she felt sorry for me and wouldn’t take no for an answer when she offered to take me to lunch.”

“Rebecca Lake?”

“Yeah, but it’s Keane now,” McKenna reminded him.

Nix had known that. He’d gone to school with Rob Keane and Becky was a year or two behind him.

“That’s right.”

“Becky said she knew you. Or she did, when you guys were in school.”

He wasn’t sure how he felt about her talking to her friend about him.

“We weren’t gossiping.” She rushed out, then added. “Okay, I was, sorta. But not about you. I was razzing her about not telling me about Deputy Dickhead Dillinger. Your name just came up, that’s all. I don’t want—”

Nixon stepped in front of McKenna, happy when her knees parted. Not wasting the opportunity, he moved between her thighs and placed his hands on the countertop.

“Didn’t think you’d gossip about me,” he told her.

Her eyes widened at his proximity and he couldn’t wait another minute. One hand came up and brushed a hank of hair that had fallen forward and pushed it over her shoulder, exposing her neck. Nixon’s gaze zeroed in on the soft skin and it called to him. Before he understood what he was doing, his lips touched the dip in her throat, his tongue came out, and he got his first taste.

“Fuck,” he murmured against her skin.

His mouth made its journey across her silky flesh up to her ear. When her head tilted back and to the side, need took over. The need to touch her, to take her, to fuck her until they were both boneless and exhausted. Nixon’s lips latched onto her lobe and the soft mew of appreciation was all it took to break him.

He wanted more.

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I’d been so lost in Nixon’s burning gaze I’d missed it.

The change.

His eyes went from watchful to full of lust right before he lowered his mouth to my neck. When he pulled my earlobe between his lips, I melted.

Nothing turned me on more than my neck, throat, and under my ears being sucked on or kissed. There was something about the intimacy and closeness of it that sent my hormones into overdrive. And Nixon had honed in on all the right spots.

His tongue swiped from my ear to my jaw. The long journey made me shiver and my panties dampened. He must’ve felt it because he lifted his head and once again, we were eye-to-eye.

He was staring and I didn’t know what he was waiting for. Then I remembered what he’d told Zack. It was the man’s responsibly to watch. He was searching for my approval. I nodded and his mouth crashed onto mine.

There was no other way to describe it. We collided. Our tongues danced and in a fit of passion we both tore at each other’s clothes, our lips breaking apart only long enough for Nixon to rip my shirt off over my head. His hands cupped my face and angled me where he wanted before his hands dropped. One went to my back, and in a smooth, deft motion, he unhooked my bra and pulled it down my arms.

My frustration mounted when my arms were too short to get a good grip on his firm ass. Thankfully, he took pity on me and brought my ass closer to the edge, allowing him to press himself closer.

“Oh, God,” I moaned when his head dropped and his mouth latched onto my nipple. With a nibble he pulled his lips off one and moved to the other. I felt his knuckles brushing my stomach as he worked the tie of my drawstring pants. My hands were just as busy trying to push his shorts down over his hips. I finally got them around his thighs. Kicking my flip-flops off, I used my bare feet to shove them the rest of the way down.

Before I could hook my legs around his waist, one of his arms went around me and he lifted me enough so that he could pull my pants under my ass. My bare bottom hit the cool laminate countertop and my excitement kicked up a notch.

Nixon stepped back enough to close my legs and drag the cotton panties down and toss them aside. My eyes honed in on his cock. If I’d thought Nixon Swagger had it going on when he was fully clothed, or when his shirt was off and his eight pack was on display… Christ Almighty… I was wrong.

“Holy shit, you’re hot,” I blurted out, not caring that I probably sounded stupid.

With his big hands on my knees, he spread me wide. His eyes lowered to my sex, and my insides spasmed. Shit, that was hot. He stepped close and I hooked a leg around his hip. He didn’t let go of my thigh when he asked, “Are you on birth control?”