Page 90 of Give Me a Shot

Jess:

Send me your address.

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Thirty minutes later, Jess stood on Mo’s doorstep, focusing on the potted plants nearby to get the images of Mo at his anvil out of her head. Taking a deep breath and letting it out through pursed lips, she was confident that she had her hormones under control until the door opened.

“Hey,” Mo said. Jess glanced down at his forearm. It was still bare. “Glad you wanted to—”

Jess jumped on him, cutting him off, sealing her lips to his. He groaned, wrapping his free arm around her as he pulled them into his house and shut the door.

“You are so fucking hot when you’re working,” she said quickly before kissing him again. She felt him chuckle as he kissed her back.

“Why?” he asked into her lips.

“You are a god,” she murmured back, running her hands through his hair. The combination of his smell and the smoke from the smithy was making her head spin. “You are totallyHephaestus, metalworking, big, strong, god of fire, heating me up simply by being you. I almost jumped on you, watching you work.” She leaned back a little, and he slackened his grip on her. Her feet returning to the floor made her realize that he’d been holding her up. He was smiling but avoiding her gaze, his skin as flushed as hers felt.

“I’m hardly a god,” he said softly before glancing up at her. “And if I were Hephaestus, you’d be Artemis.”

Jess didn’t scoff—while the archery part was right, she certainly wasn’t in the mood to be a goddess of chastity right then, or to point out the contradiction.

“You’re a sweetheart,” she said. “Maddy’s not here, right? It’s not your weekend with her, is it?”

“No,” he said. “She’s at her mom’s.”

“Cool,” Jess said. She ripped her shirt off.

Mo’s eyes widened, and she caught him swallowing. Jess backed toward the couch, crooking a finger at him.

“Wait,” he said. “I’m gross. I need a shower.”

Jess laughed.

“Oh, I promise you are not gross.” She walked back over to him and ran her hands up his chest. “You are sexy and…” She nuzzled close, taking a deep breath. “You smell utterly delicious. Cedarwood and smoke and…let’s get you out of these clothes.” She pulled at his shirt, and he got rid of it. She bit her lip and looked him in the eye. “And the pants?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. He laughed.

“As hot as this is, I can’t,” he said. “Not here.” He gestured around them. “Up there.” He tipped his chin over her shoulder. Jess glanced back and caught the staircase. She looked back at him.

“Beat you to it!” Jess said and took the steps two at a time while he followed, laughing.

“Which way?” she asked when she’d reached the top.

“To the right, end of the hall.” She followed his hand swoop and took off in that direction.

She went through the open door to his bedroom and looked around, her hands on her hips.

“Just as I suspected,” she said, her laughter dying down.

“What’s that?” he asked, as his did, too.

“Very, very Mo,” she said, grinning up at him. He didn’t grin back. He kept looking around his room as though he were trying to see it through her eyes.

“I mean…it’s just a bedroom,” he said when he looked at her again.

She chuckled.

“Dark, masculine wood, wrought-iron touches—which I’m betting you made,” she said.

He nodded.

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