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“And this is helping your cause?” She was saved from thinking about that when he wrapped those beautiful lips around her pulse. How did he find that perfect spot every time? And then he did that swirl thing with his tongue.
A sense memory curled through her. He’d done that to her before. At the Foundation Room. She hissed out a breath. Her heart rate kicked up and the delicious slide of lust took hold.
Jet fuel engaged.
Honestly. It had to be something that could be bottled for the general public. She could make millions. She groaned. Too bad she was already getting greedy about it.
He flipped up the cup of her bra and sucked her nipple hard. Enough that the sweet tingle went dark and hot immediately. He cupped both of her breasts and tweaked her left nipple. She swallowed a moan. Instead of stopping, he focused on her left breast. Did he have a chart in his brain about what did it for her?
No one else did, dammit.
The quick shudder betrayed her, and
his eyes opened.
He tugged her nipple until she twisted her fingers into his hair. The heat there shuffled her brain until she was was all need. She ground against him and a cry escaped her chest.
He let her go with a purring groan against her ribs. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you try so hard not to like what I do to you.”
“Just shut up.”
“Why? You like when I talk.”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to like it. It made her uncomfortable. How did he learn to talk to a woman like that? Oh, right—he had to do this a lot.
“Don’t.” He rolled his hips under her. “Don’t go away.” He scraped his teeth over her ribs and back up to the underside of her breast. “Don’t think, Chloe. It’s okay to feel good. We’re so good together. The minute I get my hands on you I can’t think about anything else.”
“It’s just sex.” She strained against the threads that got tighter and bulkier each time she touched Michael. She didn’t want to get attached to him. She couldn’t get attached to him.
He slid his hand up her back and into her hair. “If you think it’s ever been just sex then you better reassess, Chloe.” His mouth sealed over hers.
Her heart slammed against her chest as her arms curled around his neck. She wanted to buck against his words—every single time it seemed—but she couldn’t. Because he was right. The moment he touched her something happened between them. Something bigger than she could name.
And she hated it as much as she craved it.
Her hips rolled against him and the seam of her jeans hit her just right. She shuddered over him. No. No. No. She would not give him the satisfaction of making her come this freaking fast. But it rolled over her like a monster truck tire. Dammit, she buried her face into his neck as she hung onto him.
Why was it like this with him? Surely it would blow itself out one of these times.
He clawed at her jeans and she couldn’t help him fast enough. She popped open the buttons and his fingers slid down deep past her zipper to her pulsing center.
“Off.”
“Oh yeah, I got off.” She sucked in a breath and tried to calm her racing heart.
“You always do, babe.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple, and sucked hard enough to make her hiss. “But if you don’t get these jeans off I’m going to rip them off.”
“Yeah?”
“Unless you don’t want to work the rest of your shift in anything other than your panties.” He dug deeper, his fingers filling her up so good. “Then again these are a little wet.” His thumb circled her clit. “But I don’t want the whole bar to know what my girl’s pussy smells like.”
“Jesus.” The tremors started again. That freaking mouth should not get her going.
“My wife’s pussy.” He said against her throat. “My pussy.”
She bowed up off of him as he increased his pace. She slapped her own hand over her mouth as the scream tried to claw itself out of her throat.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it.” He pulled her hand away. “I want that scream. Give it to me.”
