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Ashley grinned and wiggled her brows up and down. “Ooh. Sounds promising. A little nooner maybe?”
“Hmm. Could be,” she teased in return. “Go on. Have fun.”
A bit later she stood back and admired her finished product, pleased with the elegance of the arrangement. She set it aside and cleaned up the worktable and was just heading to the front of the store when Mac walked in.
Mr. Yummilicious, wearing faded jeans and a black tee shirt, whipped off his straw cowboy hat as he moved in to grab her up for a smoldering kiss. Callie leaned against him, loving the way he held her against his firm chest. His kiss held heat and intensity, conveying he’d been as hungry as she for more of what they shared the night before.
“You taste good,” he whispered against her lips. His teeth nipped and then he stroked with his tongue. “Are we alone?”
“Nice of you to not check before you kissed me. Must have you hooked, huh?”
His teeth flashed white when he grinned. “Like a fish.”
“You don’t look like any fish I’ve ever seen.” Callie moved from his arms and flipped the lock on the door, setting her store sign to closed. Moving in for the kill, she smiled and grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the back for our quickie.”
Mac laughed and when they got into the workroom he swung her back into his arms for another hotter-than-hell kiss. Heat crawled over Callie’s body to settle in her breasts, her belly and lower. Her pussy creamed at the feel of him, his cock pressed tightly to her center, rubbing slowly. Nipples, tightly pearled, brushed over his rock-hard chest. He’d been uppermost in her mind all morning and now she was frantic to have him thrusting inside her again.
“Damn, you feel good, Callie,” he whispered against the curve of her neck.
Sensation swept her and she squirmed to get closer. Her hands got busy teasing the planes of his chest, loving the hard feel of him, testing his muscle with the tips of her fingers.
She turned her head to give him better access to her neck, shivering as his mouth did wicked things to her flesh. “I can’t stop touching you.”
“Keep it up,” he murmured.
“Just try to stop me, cowboy.” She felt his smile against her skin. “Do I amuse you?”
“More every time I’m with you. You have a sharp and clever tongue.”
“You have nooooo idea.” Grinning, she grabbed the hem of his tee shirt in both hands and gave it a yank, exposing all that yummy dark skin. Planting her mouth smack-dab in the center of his chest, she kissed her way across the firm mounds, circling his nipples with her tongue, licking, sucking. His deep groan of acceptance only made her hotter for him. He loved what she was doing and she knew it. Mac reached behind her to slide his hands beneath the short skirt she wore. Filling his palms with her butt, he squeezed her flesh and simultaneously rubbed his cock over her aching pussy.
Jeez Louise!
The man knew how to touch her, knew exactly how to make her burn. He slid his fingers into the elastic of her panties and just as he slid his fingers ever closer to her damp flesh, she pulled away. Breathless, she lifted one finger. “Hold that thought.”
She snagged up a four-step ladder that she used for reaching high shelves and scooted it in front of him. Mac’s black brow lifted. “What the hell?”
“Be patient. Hang on.” Callie sat on one of the wide steps that brought her eye level to the huge bulge resting behind the fly of his jeans. The man made her mouth water.
Smiling up at him, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and dragged him close. “I have plans for you. Big plans.”
“I’m all ears.” Mac’s voice was deep, dark and full of expectation.
“Not thinking about your ears.” Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she worked the buckle on his belt and then the snap and zipper of his jeans. Then she paused. “Gotta love a guy who goes commando. Lordy,
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