Hayden swayed toward Zoe Beth, bringing his musky male scent too close. She turned her head to meet his gaze.
Want blazed through her.
Without a word, Hayden removed the bottle from her. Then he took her hand and drew it up and around his neck. “Hang on to me, baby. I’ve got a feeling this is going to rock both of us.”
He dropped his mouth to hers, and she surged upward. Urgent want fueled her as she opened her mouth wide and accepted his hot searching tongue. She threw both arms around his neck and clung. He dragged her so she was half lying across him while he angled his mouth over hers again and again.
Tendrils of heat clawed at her core. Her pussy spasmed with every stroke of his tongue. He gripped her hips hard, kneading the indentations above her hipbones. The touch, so close to her needy pussy, threatened to hurl her over the cliff of control.
“To hell with the consequences, woman. I’ve wanted you since the moment you tried to brain me with the shovel.” He skimmed his hands downward over her jean-clad thighs to draw circles upward until his fingertips were dangerously close to her sex.
Suddenly he changed paths and worked his hands over her hips to her waist. He kept going until her aching breasts were in his palms. He and Zoe Beth shared a groan.
“I’m so getting fired for this.”
“I’ll take your job,” she gasped as he closed his fingers over her nipples.
He pinched each gem hard—harder yet. She cried out, and he caught the sound with his tongue. The ridge of his cock protruded into her hip, seeming impossibly thick. If she let him go further, would he even fit?
She was willing to give it a try.
Digging her fingers into his hair, she drew him down to suck on his tongue. The hot, silken feel of it in her mouth did things to her insides she’d never known before.
Things that were dangerously close to her heart.
He bunched her shirt upward and found her straining nipple through her lace bra cup. He twirled it between thumb and forefinger until she quaked. Pulling away from their kiss, he stared at her.
Eyelids heavy with wanting, lips wet from her kisses. “Let me.”
It wasn’t a question but a demand. She answered anyway by arching her back, bringing her breast toward his mouth. He caught her bra cup with a tanned finger and eased it down. When her nipple hit the cooler air, she sucked in a breath.
As he covered her bud, she stopped breathing.
Mindless to anything but his tongue bathing her aroused flesh, she went boneless in his hold. Each lap of his tongue shot her higher. She tugged at his shirt buttons until his chest was bared to her. The smooth, hairless flesh made her mouth water.
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