Page 39 of Brands

“Chicken butt.” I grin, wrapping my free ankle behind hers, locking her in place.

She snorts just as she’s about to take another drink, pausing to compose herself enough to purse her lips.

The faint scent of strawberries pulls me closer. My palms itch to cup her hips and tug her onto me.

“So…” She draws the word out and fists my collar, bending so her nose almost touches mine. “I found an investor!” Her hot breath pours sweetly over my mouth.

I inhale her passion. She’s more intoxicating than any alcohol.

My voice drops, heady with the nearness of her. “That’s fantastic news. I knew you could do it.” I want to close the gap, the narrow bridge of air between our lips that crackles with tension.

Her blond brows knit as she lowers herself until the heat of her pussy burns through my jeans where she sits. “Really?” Her chin tilts. “Or are you just saying that?”

She still clings to my shirt, but her thumb moves to trace against my bare collarbone where she’s pulled the fabric away.

“Libby…right now, I’d say anything to keep you where you’re at. But I also knew you’d find a way. Anyone who dares say ‘no’ to you is like holding up a stop sign to a hurricane.” I can’t help myself, I let one of my palms reach down to cup her tight ass.

Fuck it, I want her.

Something in her opal eyes shifts from the glimmer of doubt, to the sparkle of fire. “Is that so?” Her thighs squeeze my leg as she moves closer. “So what sign are you holding up?” Her nose brushes mine, hovering that honey mouth of hers over my whiskers.

“Rebels welcome,” I growl, snaking my other arm around her waist, then crash my lips against hers.

Her breath catches, and she freezes before her fingers light on my jaw.

Everyone else before her was leading me here.

A lifetime of fleeting faces disappear into one.

Hers.

My grip grows tighter, pulling her to me.

But when she pauses, lifting her succulent mouth away, I almost groan.

“Blue…I’ve never kissed anyone before,” she whispers, staring into me with wonder glinting her gaze. The pink dart of her tongue darts out leaving a shimmering trail. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

I should stop right now.

Instead I want to be the one to teach her. Beallof her firsts.

Show her how good it can feel.

“You won’t, but I’m happy to let you practice.” My thumb finds her cheek and I let my fingers drift into her silky hair, guiding her back to my hungry lips.

She’s tentative, almost gentle in her exploration.

Maybe I don’t have the patience she needs. I find myself desperate to taste her, pushing my tongue between her teeth until she moans a sweet vibration against me.

She’s berries and beer, mixed with an innocence that I guiltily want to own.

It makes my cock leak in my jeans.

Her hands start to stray, one curling behind my head, the other working it’s naughty fucking path down my chest between us.

When she cups my crotch, I halt her with a gasp.

“Not here. As bad as I want to, I’m not giving in while I’m in your dad’s office.” Pulling her wrist up, I press my lips to her palm.

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