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Authors: Mira Lyn Kelly
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hers in a bruising crush that had her opening beneath him on a needy, ready gasp. This was no tentative kiss. It was no taste.
This kiss was a hot claim that called to every aching part of her. Her hands climbed to his neck, his hair. Her body bowed in a plea to get closer. And when he licked into her, every part of her shuddered with the need for more.
Oh God,
he tasted good.
And the feel of his fingers in her hair, gently tugging even as his kiss turned ravenous—it was almost too much. It was so good, making her want him so very, very bad.
She couldn’t get enough. Not of the taste of him thrusting hard into her mouth, or the feel of his silky hair sliding through her fingers, or the press of that big body of his pinning her against the wall.
“Ford,” she gasped when he gripped the curve of her ass, pulling her into him in a move that teased more than it satisfied, offering a brush of contact so perfect, it wasn’t nearly enough. Because now that she’d stopped fighting, now that she’d stopped resisting…
she couldn’t stop.
“More.”
His mouth found her ear, his tongue flicking expertly against the lobe before he answered.
“Christ, Brynn. I need to get you out of here. I need to get you alone.”
Yes. She needed that, too—wait—
alone?
“Oh shit—
shoot,
sorry, shoot!” she cried out, cringing behind the shelter of Ford’s blessedly big body from whoever might be standing two feet away…while she’d moaned and groaned and begged and rocked and grabbed with greedy hands and a greedier body.
She could sense the smile stretching above her head before hearing it in Ford’s next words.
“Lose track again?”
She gulped, hard. Because yes. Yes, she had. And in a nightclub where her friends and co-workers could have happened upon them at any time. What was she thinking?
Obviously, she hadn’t been.
She’d been too caught up in the relief of giving in, in the sensation of
everything
bubbling up in her chest and the sweet rush of
yes
burning through her veins. Even now, after a reminder as to where they were, the residual effects of Ford’s kiss were still there screwing with her judgment. Pooling warm and wet, low in her belly. Making her wonder if she peeked around Ford’s arm and there wasn’t anyone there, how far they could get before there was. Or better yet, if there was some protected alcove less than a dozen feet away—because that was probably the limit of the distance she was capable of walking on her jelly-turned knees—where they could hide and kiss just a few more minutes. Kiss the way Ford liked to kiss, with his mouth and his hands and his whole body getting in on the action.
“Brynn,” Ford began, her name sounding like something between a warning and a dare. “You keep rubbing your hands all over me like that, shifting your hips, and I’m going to stop telling myself I’ve got to get you out of here before I do something neither of us will regret.”
Her breath caught, her eyes following the buttons of Ford’s black shirt until she was looking up, up into a face that most definitely was not joking.
One dark brow arched down at her, the corner of Ford’s mouth ticking into what might very well be the sexiest hint of a smile she’d ever seen.
“Or is that what you want?”
She tried to answer, to tell him
no,
of course they should get out of there and as quickly as possible, but her throat was too dry, her tongue clumsy in her mouth.
Ducking his head lower, he spoke into her ear. “Should I back you into that corner a few feet over, use my body to block
most
of the view of what I was doing to you? Of how I’d lifted that sexy-as-fuck skirt so I could slide into—”
“Ford!” she gasped, horrified by the way her hips had pushed just that much farther into his.
“Or pay someone off to let me take you into a backroom, where I’d use my lips”—a light graze to the shell of her ear before he licked at her lobe— “and tongue on you?”
“Who
This kiss was a hot claim that called to every aching part of her. Her hands climbed to his neck, his hair. Her body bowed in a plea to get closer. And when he licked into her, every part of her shuddered with the need for more.
Oh God,
he tasted good.
And the feel of his fingers in her hair, gently tugging even as his kiss turned ravenous—it was almost too much. It was so good, making her want him so very, very bad.
She couldn’t get enough. Not of the taste of him thrusting hard into her mouth, or the feel of his silky hair sliding through her fingers, or the press of that big body of his pinning her against the wall.
“Ford,” she gasped when he gripped the curve of her ass, pulling her into him in a move that teased more than it satisfied, offering a brush of contact so perfect, it wasn’t nearly enough. Because now that she’d stopped fighting, now that she’d stopped resisting…
she couldn’t stop.
“More.”
His mouth found her ear, his tongue flicking expertly against the lobe before he answered.
“Christ, Brynn. I need to get you out of here. I need to get you alone.”
Yes. She needed that, too—wait—
alone?
“Oh shit—
shoot,
sorry, shoot!” she cried out, cringing behind the shelter of Ford’s blessedly big body from whoever might be standing two feet away…while she’d moaned and groaned and begged and rocked and grabbed with greedy hands and a greedier body.
She could sense the smile stretching above her head before hearing it in Ford’s next words.
“Lose track again?”
She gulped, hard. Because yes. Yes, she had. And in a nightclub where her friends and co-workers could have happened upon them at any time. What was she thinking?
Obviously, she hadn’t been.
She’d been too caught up in the relief of giving in, in the sensation of
everything
bubbling up in her chest and the sweet rush of
yes
burning through her veins. Even now, after a reminder as to where they were, the residual effects of Ford’s kiss were still there screwing with her judgment. Pooling warm and wet, low in her belly. Making her wonder if she peeked around Ford’s arm and there wasn’t anyone there, how far they could get before there was. Or better yet, if there was some protected alcove less than a dozen feet away—because that was probably the limit of the distance she was capable of walking on her jelly-turned knees—where they could hide and kiss just a few more minutes. Kiss the way Ford liked to kiss, with his mouth and his hands and his whole body getting in on the action.
“Brynn,” Ford began, her name sounding like something between a warning and a dare. “You keep rubbing your hands all over me like that, shifting your hips, and I’m going to stop telling myself I’ve got to get you out of here before I do something neither of us will regret.”
Her breath caught, her eyes following the buttons of Ford’s black shirt until she was looking up, up into a face that most definitely was not joking.
One dark brow arched down at her, the corner of Ford’s mouth ticking into what might very well be the sexiest hint of a smile she’d ever seen.
“Or is that what you want?”
She tried to answer, to tell him
no,
of course they should get out of there and as quickly as possible, but her throat was too dry, her tongue clumsy in her mouth.
Ducking his head lower, he spoke into her ear. “Should I back you into that corner a few feet over, use my body to block
most
of the view of what I was doing to you? Of how I’d lifted that sexy-as-fuck skirt so I could slide into—”
“Ford!” she gasped, horrified by the way her hips had pushed just that much farther into his.
“Or pay someone off to let me take you into a backroom, where I’d use my lips”—a light graze to the shell of her ear before he licked at her lobe— “and tongue on you?”
“Who
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