Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Damn. “Again, you didn’t have to actually pay for that. I would’ve given you that time freely.”
“I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t know you were interested, either. So, now what?”
He laughed. “Honestly, I have no fucking clue. I think between that outfit you wore on stage and the way you wielded that whip, addled my fucking brain making it impossible for me to think straight. It’s like witchcraft. You put a spell on me.”
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“I’m not,” he whispered back.
“Can I break the spell in some way? Maybe like they do in fairy tales?”
“I’m not sure—”
He ate the rest of his words when she cupped his cheek, leaned in and took his gaping mouth.
It didn’t take long to realize the man could kiss. His lips were firm as they moved over hers and his tongue was demanding.
She met him move for move. Taste for taste. Breath for breath.
Every time he’d come into the club lately, she’d been drawn to him.
The man was confident but not cocky. Hot but not arrogant. A smart ass with a great sense of humor. But it wasn’t one-sided. Some men could dish it but not take it. Rez wasn’t like that.
And he had a great relationship with his buddies. A relationship so strong that they could all bust on each other relentlessly, call each other names, and no one got offended.
The way these men bonded, creating a special camaraderie, was like a sport to them. At least, from what little she’d seen so far. She hadn’t met them all and wasn’t sure if she ever would. She only had the opportunity if they came into the club or went to a gathering at Mel’s home.
After Mel lost her employment at the club and Finn was no longer undercover as a Pecker, the only Blue Avenger she’d seen at The Peach Pit recently was Rez.
And until today, she only thought he was coming in to look for T-Bone, not because he was interested in her.
She was still in the dark when it came to why the cop was looking for that prospect. Most likely it had to do with the reason T-Bone disappeared without warning and no one at the club had seen him since.
However… now was not the time to think about that dick wrapped in a leather vest. Right now she needed to focus on the man she was currently locking lips with. Because somewhere along the line, her kiss turned into his kiss. He had stolen all the control.
Even so, she had no complaints. Like his personality, his kisses were confident and bold. And she couldn’t get enough of them as their mouths melded and their tongues explored.
Her pussy clenched with need from the simple slide of the velvet fabric of her dress against her hard nipples. Her kitty decided it had been too long since getting the real thing. It also had the opinion that Rez would be a good candidate to break that long dry spell.
She agreed.
He wasn’t a stranger. She liked him. She could trust him.
Plus, he was sexy as hell.
More importantly, he was single. Unlike a lot of the men who came into the club and flirted with her or made salacious offers.
In contrast with Saint jamming his hand into her dress, Rez did not take without asking. Saint’s touch was unwelcomed. Rez’s would be the opposite.
In fact, his touch would be very welcomed about now.
She figured her consent had been implied when she made the first move. Apparently, she’d been wrong in her assumptions, so she needed to correct that.
A very easy fix.
She pulled away just enough to whisper, “Touch me.”
That was all it took for the thong-soaking kiss to turn up the temperature in the VIP room from blazing to an outright inferno.
His knuckles skimmed lightly between her cleavage and, becoming impatient, she grabbed his hand and placed it exactly where she wanted it. For now, anyway. She also had other places that would eventually need thorough attention.
But her breasts were the perfect place to start. And a good way to erase the memory of Saint’s groping.
“Sapphire,” he whispered.
His fingers were warm against her skin as his thumb strummed back and forth over one aching nipple.
By arching her back, she pressed her breast deeper into his hand. “Touch me.” What was supposed to be a demand came out more like a plea.
He paused, raising his almost-black eyes to hers. “Anything, right?”
“To a point, yes. I mean, I don’t want you wearing my skin or anything.”
“But I bet it’s really comfortable.”
“It might be a tight fit for you.”
“Nothing wrong with tight.”
Oh yes, this man had a great sense of humor.
He released her breast to grab her hips and pull her onto his lap. Straddling it, she hooked her arms around his neck as her super short dress rode up her thighs.