Page 38 of Tame Me

“Actually, you’re correct. I’m not sorry at all.”

Giggling, I removed my beaded necklace.

“Hey, that’s cheating. We could be here all night.”

I cocked my head at him. “Are you complaining?”

“No, I’m not complaining.” He chuckled. “So, what’s your next guess?”

“Let me see. How about Wild Ride?”

“Geez, that’s a good one. But no, we don’t have that name either.”

I did an exaggerated sad face, although I wasn’t unhappy at all. I bent down and peeled off my boots.

“You’re killing me, Memphis.”

I tugged my lip into my mouth as I smiled. Frankie was fun, and if I’d had the time, I’d have been happy to have him gaze at me all night long. “My next guess is Sexy Stallion.”

“Nope.”

“No! Are you sure?” I exaggerated a frown, highlighting my surprise.

“I’m sure.”

I took off my socks. “Well, whoever names your beers needs to be shot.”

“That’d be me.”

I laughed. “Oh, dear. Now that I know it’s you, I’m making my next guess Frisky Filly.”

It was his turn to look shocked. “I can’t believe you guessed that one.”

“Aha! Shirt off.”

He whipped his shirt off, and oh my god, Frankie had just got a whole lot hotter. He may not be as buff as Corben or as sculpted as Billy, but Frankie was all man and so perfect in many ways. A silver cross hanging on the leather strap around his neck fell between his nipples. Up the side of his torso was a tattoo written in another language.

I pointed at it. “What does that say?”

He ran his hand over it, almost as if he were caressing his skin, but his eyes remained on me. “I will not allow my wounds to transform me into someone I’m not.”

The sadness in his eyes had me falling in love. I stood, lifted my shirt over my head, pulled my skirt to my ankles, and straddled his lap. Our lips came together in a heated, fiery kiss that perfectly matched the sexual tension that had been sizzling through me since I first laid eyes on him.

I pressed my tongue into his mouth, demanding to explore more. His warm hands glided up and down my back, and I drove my fingers through his long hair. Our tongues dueled, our breaths mingled and united, and our moans were deep and primal.

This mild, unassuming man with fabulous green eyes and a passion for beer was an exceptional kisser. It wasn’t just his tongue, or his lips, or the smell of him, or his hands on my bare back. My senses were being seduced by everything about him all at once.

As I glided my hips back and forth on his lap, his cock rose to attention, giving me a whole lot more to enjoy. His hands found my breasts, squeezing and fondling them as if they were delicate treasures. My greedy clit wanted more, and as I rolled my hips back and forth, each movement drove delicious shudders through me.

Frankie wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up with him. I curled my legs around his hips, and we continued our kiss as he strode to the bed. He placed me down, and the intensity in his green irises captured me even more.

His fingers trembled as he fumbled with his jean’s button and zipper. As his chest rose and fell, highlighting his excitement, a delicious tremor rumbled through me.

Frankie stood naked before me at the end of the bed. His erection was thick and long and aiming toward his sexy navel. I glided my hands down my legs and parted my knees, silently telling him I wanted all there was of his mighty cock.

Frankie crossed the distance between us, put his fingers into my panties, and dragged them down my legs. He stepped back as if examining a masterpiece.

A fine sheen of sweat glistened across his torso, showing off his fascinating tattoo. His eyes devoured me with their intensity, his green irises grew darker. When I parted my legs farther, his tongue wet his lips, confirming he was enjoying my show.

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