Page 61 of Talk Wicked to Me

“You’re too damn cute, Lockhart.” In the space of a heartbeat, his expression turned heated, and he growled, “Fuck it.” He pushed his hand into her hair, tugging her forward as he lowered his lips to hers in a smoldering kiss. His tongue swept over hers, intoxicatingly strong and excitingly deep, stealing her ability to think. When he broke the kiss, he gritted out, “I’ve been dying to kiss you for weeks.”

“Me too.” She pulled his lips back to hers.

He quickly took control, angling her mouth beneath his, taking the kiss deeper. Pleasure coursed through her veins. She felt more alive than she ever had, every sensation magnified. Every slick of his tongue sent fire through her core, every gruff, gratified noise drawing a moan from someplace deep inside her. She wanted to memorize those sounds, his taste, the feel of his hard body as she melted into him. His fingers tightened in her hair, causing a rush of desire. She clung to his shoulders, going up on her toes, desperate for more. His other arm snaked around her waist, crushing her to him as he intensified his efforts. Every hard inch of him pressed into her, making her crave even more. This wasn’t anything like the kisses she’d known. It was a raw and powerful act of possession, and she reveled in it.

His hand slid from her waist, up her back, and into her hair as he slowed them down, as if he was savoring every second of their connection just as she was. Their lips parted briefly, but they both went back for more. A fast, hard devouring, before their mouths separated again. The sounds of their hampered breathing and her thundering heart were all she could hear. He kept her close, both hands fisted in her hair, and touched his forehead to hers, breathing her in. Brennan whispered through her mind. As if Baz had heard her thoughts, they both glanced at her sleeping son.

Baz’s eyes found hers again, hot and hungry. “I’m the only charming vet who gets to kiss these lips.” He kissed her again, soft and somehow also insistent.

Stunned that he could think at all, much less about what she’d said about Quinton, her own thoughts started trickling in. What am I doing? He’s going away. But lust pushed those thoughts away, and she said, “I don’t think there’s a line of charming vets waiting for someone like me.”

His brows slanted. “Darlin’, you have no idea how phenomenal you are.”

“Baz.” Her heart soared, but she wasn’t used to those types of compliments from anyone but Gwen, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment.

He took her chin between his finger and thumb, lifting her face so she had no choice but to look at him. “Listen to me, Em. Hear me. You are head and shoulders above any woman I’ve ever known in every way. Got it?”

She swallowed hard. “I think you’re nuts, but I’m glad you are.”

He grinned. “I’m not nuts, and just so we’re clear, I don’t want anyone else kissing you. Vet or otherwise. Are you cool with that?”

Her heart was beating so hard, she was sure anyone walking by would hear it. “Yes, but it works both ways.”

“Fucking right it does.” He cradled her face between his hands and kissed her again. His phone rang. He cursed as he pulled it out of his pocket, then put it to his ear and said, “Yeah?” as he pulled Emerson against him. He listened, eyes narrowing. “Be there in fifteen.” He ended the call and shoved the phone in his pocket. “As much as I want to kiss you all afternoon, I’ve got to get back to work.”

“That’s okay.”

He kissed her again, tenderly this time. Then he closed Brennan’s door and helped her into the truck, leaning in for one last kiss before shutting the door.

The drive to his office was a blur of racing thoughts and heart-pounding glances. When they arrived, he transferred Brennan’s car seat to her car. As he closed Brennan’s door, she said, “You’d better wipe that goofy grin off your face, or your friends are going to know something’s up.”

“Yeah?” He hauled her into his arms and said, “If I have it my way, the whole fucking town will know you’re mine by the end of the night.” He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her breathless.

Chapter Seventeen

EMERSON SETTLED BRENNAN into the baby bath, stealing a glance at Baz as he set a towel on the table. It had been three days since their first kiss, and even though they’d shared a hundred since then, every time they were together, she wanted more.

She held out her hand. “Squirt me, Wicked.”

“Why, Lockhart, how very forward of you.” He cocked a grin. “You sure you want it in your hand? I can think of several other places it might be better received.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, and give me some baby wash.”

He squirted some into her hand. “You’re the one who asked me to squirt you wicked.”

“There was a comma in there and a capital W.”

“Not to this non-editorial ear.”

She smiled and shook her head as she bathed Brennan. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“What I wouldn’t do to fit in a sink right now.”

“Would you stop?”

“Just sayin’.” He lifted Brennan up so she could wash his back.

“Careful, he’s slippery.”