Page 63 of S.O.S. Billboard

“Okay then,” Celia remarked amiably. “Have fun.” The woman walked back into her side of the house, the door closing behind her.

“You’vegotme?” Billboard scoffed as soon as his mother was inside. “Uh, O’Shea? I think your brain is scrambled from being upside down.”

“Oh really? We’ll see about that.”

He’d find out how wrong he was.

Slowly, but with deliberate intent, she reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt, hiking it up methodically to reveal, inch by inch, his bare back.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

“Just having a look,” she answered innocently. “I wondered if you had ink back here to match your arms and chest.”

“None,” he stated with a glower in his voice, but it didn’t deter her. She knew what she wanted, and it involved her mouth on all that luscious skin.

As soon as his shirt was high enough, she sent her tongue out to lick a line up his spine.

“O’Shea,” he yelped. “What the hell?”

“Mmm. Relax,” she told him, smoothing across his breadth with her fingers as she continued to kiss. “I’m just getting started.” She soothed, then bit the protrusion of one shoulder blade.

“Like hell you are,” he barked, and began taking huge strides toward his door.

Hah! It was time to escalate her assault.

Moving her hands from his upper back, she swiftly threaded them downward into the waistband of his jeans.Oh, yeah.She knew exactly where she was headed.

Just as she breached his briefs, however, she was abruptly dragged upward and yanked back over his shoulder to find herself cradled in his hard, corded arms.

“Mmphh.” She lost her breath for a minute. The view of his lustful face was more than any red-blooded girl could take, soo…

Yup. Not a bad switcheroo. If Billboard thought her new position would keep her from going after what she wanted, he could think again. Didn’t he know her by now?

Almost before she was settled, she pulled down the collar of his T-shirt and fastened her lips to his collarbone. She felt him shiver, and there was a definite vibration under her mouth; one of satisfaction if she were reading things right.

To give him props on his concentration skills, the man continued walking. But as they entered Billboard’s kitchen, she snuggled in further, her lips roaming further, up and down his delicious neck. She was loving the hell out of his flavor, slightly salty with a hint of musk. His pheromones had attracted her before, but now, with the taste of him tantalizing her senses…Glorious.

Billboard groaned. “Why can’t you behave?”

“I thought I was,” she answered cheekily, taking another swipe with her tongue. “All this ink to explore,” she purred. “I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening.”

He huffed. “I don’t. But I thought you were moving out?”

“Huh,” she countered. “I thought you were going to sit me down and try to talk me out of it.”

“Talk…” he responded, and she could almost feel him withdraw as his feet stuttered to a stop. “Right. We haven’t done that yet.”

“Nope.” O’Shea made up her mind then and there, and if Billboard didn’t like it, tough. “No turning back. You put communication off at least three times tonight, and now I’m calling a moratorium for the balance of the evening. The next few hours are all about ripping off clothes and getting to know each other in a different way.”

O’Shea held her breath, waiting for his verdict. She’d never force him into anything.

“Are you sure?” he asked, a crack showing in his ever-present armor.

“Haven’t I said so since the get-go?” she rebutted. “I’ve wanted you naked since the first time we met, and I’m currently all about moving things along.” She nuzzled his armpit, breathing him in.

“What if…”

He sounded hesitant, and O’Shea didn’t like that.

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