Page 68 of On The Rocks

“And what makes you think you’ll be included in that club?”

He braced his arm over my head and the added scent of rain enveloped me. His dark hair was damp, and so was his leather bomber jacket. He wore a green henley that hugged his chest and made me want to stick my face right into the warm center of him.

Instead, I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to push him back. “You’re crowding me.”

“I like crowding you.”

But he did back up a half step, not that it made much of a difference. He was much bigger than I was, but it didn’t instill fear. No, it was far worse because I wanted to wind around him. Which was why I was stuck to the door as if it was a lifeline.

“You going to make me work for a kiss, or do you want me gone, Lenny?” His familiar toothpick was back in the corner of his mouth, and it made me want to snatch it away and kiss him stupid.

Which also annoyed the hell out of me.

I didn’t want to want him, but damn, if he didn’t tempt me.

“It’s busy out there.”

“They won’t miss you for five minutes.” He took out his toothpick and tucked it behind his ear before lowering his mouth an inch from mine.

“Why do you do the toothpick thing?”

“I have an oral fixation.” Instead of going for my mouth, he detoured to my neck. The warmth of his breath and the hum of his gravelly voice against my skin made me slam my eyes shut, then he dragged his nose along the chain of small shamrocks that ringed my neck tightly. When he got to the bigger one at the center of my neck, he flicked his tongue below the stem. “You kept my mouth very busy yesterday.”

I tipped my head back a little as a shiver arrowed down my spine and re-routed to my clit.

How the hell didhedo that?

He straightened enough so he could drag his knuckle over the line of my neck, up to my chin, then along my lower lip. “Kissing your mouth—or that delicious pussy—was the perfect distraction.” He nudged my legs apart with his knee. “If I knew we’d stay alone back here, I’d strip these jeans off you and see if you’re wearing a green thong.”

The memory of him between my thighs made them quiver.

“But I’ll do with a kiss until I can get you under me later.”

My eyes snapped open. “Who says you’re getting me naked later?”

He made a return trip down my throat with his knuckle to trace the shamrock that was on our special T-shirts for the holiday. However, my stupid nipple didn’t know the difference and hardened until I couldn’t stop a tiny whimper from escaping.

He lifted his knee until it met the seam of my jeans. “I could get you off without getting you naked, Lennon, and you know it.” His circled my tight nipple and I dragged in a ragged breath when he pinched it lightly.

I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes, but that didn’t help. It just amplified his rain-soaked scent and the friction of his fingers over cotton and lace.

He released my nipple, then he wandered down to lift my shirt. He made little circles along my midriff before tunneling under the cotton to cup my breast. Then he flipped up the lace demi-cup of my bra to tug at one nipple while his mouth hovered over mine.

“Like hot silk.” He rolled the insanely tight tip, and I swallowed a moan. He lifted his knee another inch, and I couldn’t swallow that gasp as he shoved my shirt up to my neck and covered the same nipple with his hot mouth and sucked—hard.

“Fuck.”

“I would.” He looked up at me, his breath hot on my skin. “I would fuck you against this door until everyone knew what we were doing in here.”

I shook my head. “This is crazy.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He lowered his hand to the snap of my jeans and ripped it open, shoving his hand into denim and my lacy thong. “Fuck, so wet for me. Let me taste you. I miss your taste.”

I rolled my head against the door. “Griffin.”

“Just a taste.” He crouched low and jerked my jeans enough to get his lips on me.

I reached up for purchase. I wasn’t ready for him or his infinitely clever mouth. His tongue lashed at my clit, and I was embarrassed at how close I was.

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