Page 70 of Give Me a Shot

He lurched forward, wrapping an arm around her lower back and sliding his hand into the base of her hair as he pulled her into another kiss. But it wasn’t like the ones they’d shared before. This was much deeper, much more passionate. This was a different Mo and she liked it very much. She pressed herself hard against him, running both hands through his hair, dragging her nails on his scalp. He shivered and groaned but didn’t let his lips leave hers. Trying to match his energy, she found herself quickly out of breath and needing much more of him. She leaned back and he loosened his grip, going along with her to continue kissing her. Pulling her lips away, she pushed him enough to make a little space.

“Wait,” she breathed, grabbing the hem of her shirt and ripping it off.

His eyes went wide as his gaze fell to her chest.

“Jess,” he panted.

“Mo,” she breathed back, lunging at him again, greedy for his lips. Her hands back on his chest, she tugged at the collar of his Henley, unbuttoning the last button. He understood and leaned forward, pulling where it was tucked into his jeans, but he still had an arm around her, keeping her from falling off his lap. She chuckled lightly and helped him get rid of it. Suddenly, there wasn’t any air in the room. She hadn’t been prepared. Of course, she’d guessed, but he looked like he lived in the gym.

“Damn, Mo,” she said, running two fingers down the dark, wiry hair between his muscles.

He chuckled.

“It’s a ‘damn’ situation from my perspective, too.”

She laughed.

“I am enjoying myself,” she said. “But I think we could find somewhere more comfortable.”

“And where would that be?” he asked.

For a second, she didn’t understand. She thought what she said was pretty clear. Unless he wanted to do it on the couch or something.

“Um…my bedroom,” she said.

“And where’s that?”

“It’s uh…down the hall.” She gestured over her shoulder.

“Got it,” he said, sliding his hands under her thighs and tipping her against him before he stood with her in his arms. She couldn’t contain her laughter as she wrapped her legs around his waist again, linking her fingers behind his neck as she held on.

“This again?” she asked. “Do you like picking me up?”

“Do you like it when I pick you up?” he asked.

Stifling a giggle, she nodded.

“Off we go?” he asked, smiling broadly.

“Off we go,” she said, still laughing.

A small part of her chided herself for turning into a giggly teenager. But she pushed that thought aside as he wound around her coffee table and started down the hall. She should enjoy all of this, even if she turned into a cliché. She leaned in to get another kiss but kept it brief so he could see where he was going.

“Straight back,” she said as they got closer. Once they’d crossed the threshold, she caught the switch and turned the light on.

He walked around to the side of the bed and started to sit her down, but she began kissing him again and tightened her grip on his waist. He chuckled against her lips and laid her down on her back, resting a hand on the bed. He was close, but she wanted him closer. She tugged a little on his shoulder, but he broke the kiss.

“I don’t want to crush you,” he said.

“Who said I wouldn’t like to be crushed?”

He raised an eyebrow, freeing his other arm so that he could stay close, but still off her.

“I’m a big guy,” he said.

“That’s an understatement,” she said, laughing. “But I won’t break.”

He leaned in, resting his weight on his forearms.

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