Page 39 of Piece Of Me

That slow smile she was beginning to love curled his bottom lip. “You insinuating I have an ulterior motive?”

“Yes, to the insinuating.”

“And what would that be?”

“Two words. Friday night.” She grinned.

“What about Saturday?”

She laughed, enjoying herself. “Let’s stick with Friday.”

He tipped his head back. “Last Friday night. I had a baseball game.”

“Win?”

“Yep.”

“What else?” She nearly licked her lips in anticipation.

“I think I?—”

“You kissed me.”

He slowly nodded. “It’s coming back to me, but I might need a little help with the details.”

Scarlett had never been the girl to make the first move. Heck, if Robbie Davis hadn’t cornered her at the back of the football field when she was fifteen, she probably wouldn’t have had her first kiss until at least a year later. Boys had always made her nervous, maybe it was a male thing; maybe it stemmed from her daddy issues or the fact that all her brothers were larger than life. Whatever it was, one thing was clear. All of that was long gone. She wasn’t the girl she’d been.

An ache began to pulse between her legs.

Hell no, that girl was a part of her past. She was a woman and this woman wanted Taz Pullman.

Before she could tell herself to take it slow, Scarlett pushed Taz back and then straddled him, leaning down so that she could slide her mouth up along his neck. His pulse was fast, and she grinned to herself, knowing he was as affected as she was.

“Rules are no touching unless I say so,” she whispered near his ear. “You think you can handle that, Pullman?”

“I sure as hell am gonna try.” His voice was low and rough.

Scarlett smiled as she moved seductively and stared down at him. “Good. You keep those hands at your side.”

“You’re bossy.”

“That a problem?”

“Not with you.”

“I like a man who listens at the right time.”

“When’s the wrong time?”

She bent close and swept her lips over his. “I’ll tell you later.” With that she claimed his mouth, cupping the side of his face with both hands to anchor herself. He felt like heaven. Like everything right in this world. And even without using his hands he could kiss like a champ.

The kiss was long and slow. Deep and intimate. Who knew a kiss could be this magical? When she finally dragged her mouth away, his breathing had ramped up to eleven and the ache between her legs was hovering at about the same number.

Sweat beaded his forehead and those light eyes the color of the palest green ever, regarded her with a look that was pure hunger. With a groan she kissed him again, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him. Their tongues touched and she sank onto him fully, feeling his erection push against the part of her that begged for release.

“Permission to touch,” he said hoarsely, breaking the kiss.

Scarlett didn’t hesitate. “Permission granted.”

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