Page 71 of Give Me a Shot

“Still, I—”

She cut him off by grinding herself hard against his waist. The position wasn’t right, but the message was. He groaned and shifted his weight so he could scratch his hand down herstill-covered thigh. She took it as a cue to take off her jeans. As she slid her hands to her belt, he shook his head.

“I think it’s time for a little slow again,” he said.

Jess didn’t follow until he burrowed into her neck. She let her hands go slack. He took his time, kissing and whispering along her skin from the bottom of her neck to the base of her ear.

“What does Jess like?” he whispered. He found a sensitive spot and Jess moaned. “Ah,” he said. “There’s a good one.” He nuzzled into the same spot, kissing and nibbling. She shuddered, and he dragged his tongue across it. She moaned again, turning her head to give him better access.

“Why do you always smell so delicious?” he asked, continuing his search for sensitive spots. “Vanilla,” he sighed. “Like…cookies.”

Jess gulped. Heartache tinged the arousal that had been building.

“You like it?” she asked, voice tight. He looked up.

“I love it,” he said, searching her eyes. His brow knitted together.

“Good,” she said, pulling him close again. He resisted.

He kissed her chest but didn’t lose eye contact. “Why wouldn’t I like it, Jess?” he asked softly.

She took a deep breath and rolled her lips. Her nose stung.

“It’s…I don’t think it’s really me, but…it was a present from…” She took a breath. “This way she’s always—”

“Always with you?” he asked, grazing her cheek with his thumb.

She nodded. He shifted closer, tucking his cheek against hers.

“She made a good choice. I’ll have to thank her,” he whispered into her ear. Her eyes burned, and she swallowed hard.

“Do you need to stop?” he asked. She shook her head hard. Her emotions were all jumbled up, but she’d been wanting this to happen for too long to let him walk away. She tightened her legs around him.

“No,” she said. “You stop and I’ll have to threaten to shoot you again.”

He chuckled, nipping at her earlobe, then moved to the other side, his beard grazing her collarbone, sending chills over her skin. She giggled. He looked up.

“What was that?” he asked, smiling.

“Your beard,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Not expecting good, or not expecting bad?”

“Oh, very good,” she whispered.

He grinned broadly and swept the edges of his beard across her chest. She gasped again, and he chuckled. She decided she loved feeling his deep laugh even more than hearing it.

“My turn,” she said, tugging at one shoulder and pushing the other until he rolled along with her and settled on his back. He laughed.

“This seems more like you,” he said, smiling.

“Does it?” she asked before kissing him briefly and nuzzling into his neck. She kissed just under his ear, then dragged her open lips down to his shoulder. He shuddered and groaned deep while tracing his fingertips down her back. She nipped him with her teeth, and he laughed again.

“You know,” he said, nudging her head with his so she would raise it and look at him. “It’s uh…I’m out of practice.”

She kissed his chest and pulled back again.

“It’s been a while for me, too,” she said. “But I think it’s like riding a bike. Well, I’ll be the one doing the riding.” She winked at him.

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