Page 56 of S.O.S. Perk

“The second one,” she clarified swiftly. “Because… I don’t think I can sit across from you in that restaurant for an indeterminate amount of time, when all I’ll be thinking about is how you look, naked.”

A shit-eating grin split across his face. “I’ve been wondering the same thing.”

Sloane couldn’t resist. “You don’t know how you look, naked?”

“Solo, yes. But not with you in my arms, skin to skin,” he growled.

Yikes.That was one helluva picture. Perk was clearly onboard. It was now or never.

Sloane took two leaps simultaneously; one of faith, and the other right into Perk’s arms where she wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on for dear life.

The mountain-of-a-man didn’t move an inch. He simply cupped her ass with two ready hands, and squeezed.

As she dragged his head down to hers, wanting more contact, he actually mumbled… “It’s about fucking time.”

That was the last coherent words either of them had for the other before Sloane latched onto Perk’s mouth. And feasted.

Sloane wasn’t holding back. She was taking her fill of him; his taste, his scent. But just like the other time they’d kissed, Perk wasn’t offering himself up as a complete pushover. He let her ravage his lips for a few minutes before growling into the kiss and switching things up to become the aggressor.

Holy hell, that was good.

Once Sloane felt well and devoured—enough that she thought her head might explode—Perk leaned back fromhisforceful foray and once again had her overtake the action.

Yes!

It was the most electric, give-and-take lip-lock of Sloane’s life; like Perk was reading her mind. Every time she got greedy, he worked with her instead of against her, but the minute she backed off, he dove in and filled the void.

Was it perfect?

Uh… Hell, yes.

It was also a little too X-rated for a diner parking lot since she was rubbing against his impressive package; both of them practically giving off steam.

“How far to the cottage?” she asked, coming up for air and nipping his chin.

“Three minutes,” he ground out, his tongue laving her earlobe. “You drive?”

“Absolutely.”

Reluctantly, she slipped from his arms, and when her feet hit the ground, she almost reconsidered. Her knees were shaking and her legs were spaghetti, but…

“Good. Because my cock is so engorged right now,” Perk admitted, “I doubt if I have the blood flow in my feet to work the pedals.”

It was settled then. Sloane was driving because she wasn’t about to let anything deflate that magnificent hard-on.

“In,” she ordered bitingly, turning and opening her door.

Perk, bless him, didn’t waste time. He was around to the other side of the vehicle almost before she had his door unlocked, because yeah, in her vintage vehicle you leaned to do that shit. There was no such thing as automatic door locks back in the day.

Once Perk was seated, Sloane turned the key, revved the engine, and…

“Which way?” she asked, not bothering with her phone’s GPS anymore when she had the live version.

“Take a right out of the lot, then take the second right after that and follow it to the end. It’ll be the red trimmed cottage on the left, facing the lake.”

Perk hadn’t fastened his seatbelt, and as she followed his directions, he scooted across the bench seat toward her. He attacked her neck using his tongueandhis teeth, dragging both repeatedly across her sensitive skin. Sloane’s nipples hardened even more than before—a near impossibility—and she didn’t want to waste their interest, so she grabbed his hand and thrust it up under her sweater.

Perk didn’t hesitate. He dragged one bra-cup down, cupped her breast, then scissored his fingers around her aching, rigid peak.

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