“Reformed stoic loner,” he corrected.
Lowering his head slowly, he pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth, and he followed her lead, letting her deepen the kiss. Before long, they were both breathing heavily.
He dragged his mouth away and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m guessing you’re okay with my history since you didn’t kick me in the junk and run for the door, but I need to know for sure.” He lifted his head and looked down at her.
“Have you ever read your arrest report?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“You told the officers you beat him up because he molested Dani.”
“I did?”
She nodded. “I knew why you did it before I came, but I needed you to trust me enough to tell me yourself.” She laid her hand along the side of his face. “I’m okay with your history, Christian. And if I’m honest, it made me fall for you even more.”
A warm feeling spread through his chest the way a good whiskey did. God, this woman would break him. “You fell for me?”
A blush spread across her cheeks. “Yeah,” she whispered.
Tinker grasped the sides of Abby’s face, his thumbs brushing against her temples. “I fell for you too.”
Her smile was blinding for a moment, then she became serious. “But if you ever shut down on me again, I will kick you in the junk.”
He grinned. “I can’t make any promises. I’m new to this whole relationship thing, but I promise I’ll try.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” Still grinning, he pressed his lips to hers again.
Abby wrapped her arms around his neck as their mouths meshed, and their tongues tangled together. Bending at the knees, he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, holding her close. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he moved a hand down to her ass to support her weight.
She whimpered and clenched her legs tighter around him as she pulled at his T-shirt. They broke apart long enough to get it over his head. Her arms roamed across his shoulders and arms.
Fuck. He wanted inside her. Stumbling to the nearest workbench, he set her on it and pulled her shirt over her head. She kept her legs hooked behind his thighs as she fumbled with his belt.
Pulling down the cup of her bra, he ran a thumb over her hard nipple before sucking on it.
Abby’s head fell back and she moaned. God, he loved that sound. He sucked harder and rubbed her nipple with the flat of his tongue.
She pushed against his shoulders, and he reluctantly released her breast. Abby pushed again and he stepped back. She hopped down from the bench and pushed his jeans down his hips.
“What—?”
Abby knelt in front of him and he swayed. “Abby, you don’t?—”
“Shut up, Tinker.” She grasped his cock and freed it from his boxers, sliding her mouth down the head without any hesitation.
“Yes, ma’am.” He braced one hand against the bench and brushed her hair away from her face.
She gazed up at him, slowly easing her mouth down his shaft. Her tongue rubbed back and forth on the underside, warm and wet. Fuck. Abby on her knees with his dick down her throat was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. She pulled back, then eased back down again. With one hand, she grasped the base of his shaft and ran it up and down in time with her mouth. She dug the fingers of her other hand into his ass as if she was afraid he’d try to back up.
Un-fucking-likely. He clenched his fingers in her hair at the base of her neck, not pulling or pushing. Just holding, making her pull against his grip to suck his cock.
She grunted as she strained against his hold, and he almost blew his wad then and there. He held on to it, wanting it to last longer. Wanted to give her more. Wanted to give her what she wanted.
“Do you want it dirty, Abby?” he asked in a harsh voice.
Her gaze flew to his and he could see the excitement in her eyes. Yeah, she wanted dirty.
