Body Shot (Last Shot)(55)

She moved toward him and slid her hand into his. “Is that where the tequila is?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, what? You keep tequila in your bedroom?”

“Where else would I keep it?” He tugged her along with him down the hall.

“Maybe…a bar. Or your kitchen…”

“Or who the fuck cares.” He stepped into the bedroom and released her hand. “As long as we have tequila. Take your clothes off.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “How romantic.”

He let his head fall back. “Ah. You’re right. Damn, you make me crazy.”

“I do?” She blinked.

He moved up closer, so their bodies touched, and set his fingertips to her cheek. “You do.” He bent and kissed her mouth, slow and soft. “So. Fucking. Crazy.”

He closed his arms around her and brought her tight against him. His dick strained behind his fly and her softness pressing against it felt both good and cruel. Her soft breasts crushed to his chest also felt damn good and the way her mouth opened to him made his blood sizzle in his veins.

“All night,” he muttered. “All night my dick’s been hard for you. Making me crazy. You should be spanked for that.”

Warmth flowed between her thighs and a small moan leaked from her lips. “You invited me.”

“You had the nerve to show up all sexy and pretty.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “Then lift your top and expose that smooth belly so I could lick it.” He slid a hand into her hair, worn down and loose tonight, and he grabbed a handful of silky strands and held on tight, tipped her head for a deeper kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth and found hers, then sucked gently on it. She moaned and clutched his T-shirt at the shoulder. Her back arched as he kissed her harder, bending her over his arm.

Their mouths slid together, opened and closed in long, wet kisses. They both made sounds of need and pleasure. “Damn,” he groaned. “Hayden, baby.” He released her hair and slid both hands down to her ass, gripping and lifting her. She gave a little jump and wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his neck. “Oh yeah. I’d like to take you up against the wall, like this, hard and dirty.”

“Oh God.” She nibbled his earlobe. “I’d like that too.”

“But first…tequila.”





Chapter 15


Hayden huffed out a laugh and Beck strode toward his bed. He lowered her to the mattress on her knees and she smiled up at him as she reached for the hem of her tank top. He watched avidly. “When you pulled your top up, lying on the bar, I wanted to grab your hands and stop you.”

“I wasn’t going to reveal anything.”

“Like that sexy bra.” He eyed the pink demi bra, the plump flesh above the lace edge of the tiny cups, the little bows at the bottom of each shoulder strap. “Only I get to see that bra.”

“Yes, sir.”

He rolled his eyes, his lips twitching. “Good girl.”

“I should hate that,” she said, working open her jeans. “But it kind of turns me on.”

“Me too.”

She shoved her jeans down her curvy hips, exposing her panties to his view, another familiar pair, a pink thong with barely-there side ribbons. She went to her ass, shifting her legs to the side, pushing the jeans the rest of the way off, and he reached to help her. He whisked them away and tossed them onto the nearby chair.

“Are those panties wet?” he asked in a husky voice.

She gulped. “Yes.”

“Perfect. Take your bra off.”

She complied, revealing those gorgeous tits. Her hard nipples were begging to be sucked. But that would have to wait until later.

“Lie down and roll over.” He twirled his index finger.

“Arf.”

A surprised laugh barked out of him. “Jesus. Okay, I’m sorry, that did sound kind of like I was talking to a dog.”

“You’re bossy tonight.”

“Yes. Yes, I am. Also impatient.” He lifted an eyebrow.

With an amused curve to her lips, she stretched out on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head.

Beck crossed to the dresser, where the tequila was. He wasn’t even sure why the tequila was in here. He grabbed the bottle and returned to the bed, dropping the bottle there. Hayden watched him with lust-hazed eyes.

He reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt up and off. His eyes met Hayden’s again, and damn, the way she looked at him made him feel like…like he mattered. He wasn’t sure if anyone had ever looked at him like that before, even given the long list of women he’d fucked. Not even the girls he’d dated in high school before his parents had fucking interfered and scared them off.