Page 28 of F Is for Honey Bee

“Holding it that way might look cool, but your aim will be as accurate as a stormtrooper’s.” Kijani sidled up next to him. “Let me show you the correct way, honey gangster.”

“That’s how they hold it in the movies!” Jonah argued as Kijani gently rotated his wrist until the gun was upright.

“And how many of those bad guys actually hit their targets?” He tapped Jonah’s finger. “Pro tip: keep your finger off the trigger unless you’re firing your weapon.” Kijani showed him where to rest his finger.

Even though Jonah was determined to protect himself, he wasn’t sure a gun was the way to go now that he was holding one.

Kijani positioned himself behind Jonah, slid his hand down the underside of Jonah’s arm, and said softly, “Close one eye and aim through the sight. Hold your breath and pull the trigger, but brace yourself for the kickback.”

He was murmuring vital instructions to Jonah, but they faded away at the sensation of Kijani’s warm breath caressing his ear. The gentle graze of his beard across Jonah’s skin left him trembling and aching.

And so needy.

Jonah squeezed the trigger, only to hear something that resembled the click of a stapler.

“You won’t feel any recoil unless there’s an actual bullet being fired.” Kijani’s strong fingers were still curled around Jonah’s hand. “You forgot to take a breath before you fired.”

At that moment, Jonah was incapable of breathing, too aware of that hulking body pressing into his back, the heady scent of dark oak enveloping his senses like an intoxicating mist.

Kijani’s lips were temptingly close, his russet eyes urging Jonah to bridge the small distance between them. He had to have felt the constant turmoil and uncertainty Jonah struggled with.

But Kijani never demanded. He didn’t have to. Not when Jonah was helplessly drawn to his touch, soft smile, and gentle patience.

When Kijani stroked his cheek, Jonah gasped, afraid but willing to trust that the deputy wouldn’t hurt him like the others had. He thought Kijani would do everything within his power to protect him.

There was no longer any hesitation. Only Jonah’s mouth sinking against Kijani’s, his beard the right amount of friction to make the kiss even more deliciously wicked.

This was what Jonah had craved all day.

Had ached for.

A to-the-core dominating kiss filled with promises, wildness, and conviction.

Jonah spun, having barely enough wherewithal to shove the gun into its holster. Then he grabbed Kijani’s shirt and pushed the massive deputy toward the couch.

The sound of Kijani’s grunt when he landed had Jonah smiling against his lips. He smiled even wider when he straddled lean hips and felt Kijani’s hardness pressed against his backside.

Sweet Jesus, the guy’s trapped cock felt humungous.

Considering Kijani’s massive build, Jonah shouldn’t have been shocked. Even Kijani’s hands were big, and they clutched Jonah’s ass in their iron grip, shredding his senses and ripping the breath from his lungs.

This was a level of passion Jonah had never experienced before. His past relationships had been flickering flames on the end of a matchstick.

Kijani was a wildfire burning through his veins.

Years of pent-up frustration burst from Jonah’s lips, burst through his stroking hands, which couldn’t seem to get enough of the miles of hard body beneath him.

Or enough of the man who’d awakened Jonah’s body and senses, until his wrists were grabbed.

Kijani yanked his mouth away. Jonah slowly blinked, left dazed and wondering why the kiss had ended so abruptly.

“Honey bee.” He gripped Jonah’s backside a little harder.

“You want to slow down.”

“I want to charge full steam ahead, but first, we need to talk.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his fingers eased their grip.

Nervousness crawled inside him. Kijani had dropped a bomb into Jonah’s lap the last time he’d uttered those words.

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