“Mission accomplished.”
“Oh, no, sugar. Not that easy. I know a deflection when I see one. And that was a bad one.”
She had a point.
But she was also close enough for his favorite kind of distraction.
Thegoodkind of distraction.
He brushed his thumb over the tip of her ear. She sucked in a surprised breath. He pushed up on his stool and touched his lips to hers, a soft whisper of a touch, and added the slightest flick of his tongue across her ripe lower lip.
“You’re cheating,” she whispered.
But she didn’t pull away.
He tugged her hair tie loose. The silky strands of her hair cascaded over his fingers while he angled his head and went in for a long, slow, deep kiss. She whimperedin his mouth and gripped his T-shirt, holding him in place while he tickled and teased her mouth with his tongue.
Thiswas where they should’ve ended up last month.
Except tonight, he knew exactly who she was, and she was the only woman on his mind.
And tonight, she was letting him kiss her. Not only letting him, but kissing him right back. Her sassy tongue darted into his mouth. A low, throaty growl purred out of her. All rational thought fled his brain.
More.
He needed more of this woman.
His hands trailed down the soft skin of her neck to the curve of her shoulders. Too much fabric. Too many clothes.
She tightened her grip on his shirt. His hard-on bumped the underside of the counter, and he had to push up on the stoolrungs to get close enough to her.
He wanted to feel the skin on her elbows. Taste her nipples. Lose himself between her legs.
And he wanted hernow.
“Kaci—”
“No talking.”
She sealed her mouth back over his, and with one more tug, she had him crawling over the counter.
Crawling.
Forthiswoman.
She gripped the back of his head with one hand while the other trailed down his shirt, igniting a sizzle on his skin that short-circuited the few brain cells he had left.
He landed on her side of the counter and suckled his way along her jawbone, each of her pants and moans making his groin throb harder.
She was crazy.
But she was also shoving her hands under his shirt while he bent her over the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting against him while keeping up a running list of demands and instructions.
“Don’t stop.”
“There.”
“Sweet baby Jenga, that’s the spot.”
