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“God help them is right,” I growled.
Then I slammed my mouth down onto hers, taking her words to heart, and kissed the absolute hell out of her.
CHAPTER 15
You’re the reason this country has to put directions on shampoos.
-Cannel to Haggard
CANNEL
I wasn’t sure what I expected out of today when it’d gone so spectacularly wrong only minutes into my shift.
A lot of name calling? Yes.
A lot of muttering under peoples’ breath about how ‘terrible I was for work morale.’ Yes.
Hell, even getting fired was more probable.
But it definitely wasn’t with my naked ass pinned to the break room wall, Will’s tight belly pressing against me in the most delicious of ways, and him plundering my mouth like it’d never been plundered before.
It was then that I realized I didn’t think I’d ever been kissed, either.
Not if Will’s kiss was anything to go by.
I’d thought I’d kissed men before. But it was only as Will pulled back, both of our breaths sawing in and out of our chests, that I realized that there was a difference when you were kissing someone that you were madly in love with.
Beau had always kissed me, but he hadn’t kissed me. A quick peck on the lips. Soft kisses after sex that were just a little bit longer than a peck. Or even the occasional French kiss.
But then there was what Will was doing.
And what he was doing was holding my face steady with two hands, his body the only thing holding me in the air along with my legs around his hips, and kissing me with such desperation that I knew that this ‘kiss’ had been building up for a while.
He pulled away and both of us gasped, my eyes automatically going to those lips that’d just stolen my breath and watching with awe as he brought his tongue out and darted it across his bottom lip. Catching the last of my taste from them.
My eyes flicked from his lips to his hands that were digging into my naked waist now, hefting me up so that I was higher on his stomach.
A move that allowed him to once again pin me to the wall with his upper body while he went to work on his belt and jeans.
I groaned, loving the way he was making me feel so desired with his hot gaze, and his overly hard cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled when he saw my eyes. “You’re making me want to eat you alive.”
I groaned when his knuckles bumped against my core, not touching anything really important, but giving me enough of a tease that I wanted him to do it again.
Which he did when he started to unzip his jeans.
When his pants were loose enough, he pulled his cock out from his underwear, and then brought his knuckles up to his mouth to lick me off of them.
I shivered in delight at the move.
Who would’ve thought that was sexy?
Certainly not me.
But there were a lot of things that I didn’t realize were sexy before Will.
The stubborn tilt of his jaw when something pissed him off—even me—and he didn’t want to talk about it.
The way that he always left his food trash in the floorboard behind his seat so that he could collect it all at once, and not every time he got out. Then, when he had enough to throw out in his opinion, he would gather it all up in two big hands, and I’d watch the way the muscles in his forearms flexed and bunched. Or the way his veins protruded from his skin.
Or hell, even watching him working out, dripping sweat. That was so sexy, in fact, that I could practically see the slide of sweat rolling down the length of his torso, disappearing into the waistband of his underwear.
“Where is your mind at, baby girl?” he teased, bending his head down just enough that he could lick my upper lip.
I giggled. “Baby girl?”
He shrugged. “Don’t really know. Just came out.”
I snickered. “My mind is in the dumps,” I told him honestly. “I was thinking about how all these things you do, that I would find gross or annoying from anyone else, are hot as hell when you do them.”
He tilted his head just enough that I could see the question in his stance.
Instead of answering him and making him think I was any crazier than I actually was, I reached between us and hoped he’d catch the hint.
He did, moving our bodies away from each other just enough that his cock could spring forward. When it did, he closed the distance again, pressing himself against my aching core.
I shivered in delight, looking down at the way his cock was sandwiched between us.
The tip of him was an angry red, the hole weeping precum, explaining his need to have me.
Loud voices had him stilling and looking over his shoulder at the door, his body tense in silence.
