Page 25 of Luck of the Draw

Skye inclined her face toward his, her full, pink lips pulled away from her teeth in a demure smile. “And no alligators.”

Her eyes were even more blue in the low light of his den. She smelled intoxicating, and he was suddenly more drunk on her scent than any of the alcohol he’d had that evening. “No alligators.”

Brennan offered her his hand as if they were shaking on it, but instead of shaking, she guided his hand to her waist and inched closer to him. Her face was only a breath from his, and she brushed her nose against his just before tilting her head. Her lips captured his, slowly and calculated.

And just like in the bar, that same odd coil of energy wrapped around him and her and left him caught up in a sense of fatalism.

Like the moment he first saw Liza. He knew there was something at work in the unseen forces of the universe. Those forces hadn’t worked in his favor with Liza, but what did it mean that he was suddenly feeling that same fatalism with this stunning stranger?

It could’ve just been that she was intentionally being mysterious. It could’ve been that she was uncommonly beautiful. It could’ve been that the way Skye kissed was more thorough and sensual than any previous partner he’d had. It could’ve been that her taste alone elicited a feeling in him; the champagne bubbles swirling below his sternum. Something else that was like the heady, exhilarating buzz of fucking in public and not getting caught. Like the captivating, erotic sight of when a woman had sucked his dick for the first time at age eighteen; utterly overwhelming magic.

This kiss, the one at the bar, the one in the alley…it felt like the timid beginnings of a bond solidifying. At least, that was the closest thing Brennan could liken it to. That’s not how it would pan out because this was just a fling and she was leaving, but it was enough to make him wish Skye would stay with him a lot longer than it sounded like she was planning to.

But again, this was not the time to psychoanalyze himself.

Blindly setting down his glass, he swept his palm across her cheek to cradle the nape of her neck. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue, her own tongue hot and sweet on his.

Breaking the kiss for the sole purpose of standing, Brennan offered his hand. Skye accepted without hesitation, immediately standing up from the couch, and then he led her down the long hallway to his bedroom. Once they were just inside the threshold, he stood behind her and grabbed her ponytail, giving it a firm tug so that her head was tilted; offering her neck to himself; treating himself to his lips on her neck; kissing and sucking and nibbling a line down the smooth, alabaster column.

Skye pressed backward against him, her perfect little apple-shaped ass hugging his fully erect cock that was straining against his trousers. She shivered, and a tiny sound spilled from her lips; something between a gasp and a moan. He released his hand from her hair, gliding both down her shoulders, then down the sides of her ribs.

Brennan paused there, lips still kissing the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind, Skye…”

She leaned into him. “Hmm…?”

He nipped her earlobe and slid his hands to cup both of her breasts. “I don’t intend to be a gentleman right now.”

She sucked in a breath that caused her breasts to push hard against his hands, and he squeezed them. “I sure hope not.”

“Then I was right about you.” He dragged his hands away from her breasts and clasped them around her waist. A tight, tiny little waist and hips that were the perfect proportion to create an ideal, yet slender hourglass. The feel of her nipped-in waist captured between his palms caused him to smile amidst kisses on her neck. Delightful things often came in small packages. “You’ve got a naughty streak, don’t you, baby girl?”

Skye dropped her head backward onto his shoulder. “I’ll be as naughty as you want me to be.”

“You mean, as naughty asyouwant to be, and I’ll push you way beyond that.” He slid one hand back down her waist, unfastening her jeans and dipping his hand below her sheer, black panties. Wedging his knee between hers, Brennan pushed her thighs wide enough to give him access to her delectable center. He slowly slid his fingers between her swollen lips. She was soft and slick, and he was aching to drown himself in her. “I hope you’re ready to spread those long legs for me, because I want a good look at that pretty pussy of yours before I devour it.”

“God, Brennan,” she whimpered, voice hitching while she rolled her hips, meeting the strokes of his fingers. “Yes. Brennan. Please.”

Grabbing her ponytail again, he tugged it to turn her face toward his. “I don’t think I’ve ever liked the sound of my name this much before.”

Another breathless moan escaped her throat. “That’s good. My guess is I’ll be screaming it here shortly.”

Before he could respond, Skye grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand out of her panties, and turned toward him. She shoved his jacket off his shoulders, tossed it aside, and grabbed his tie long enough to pull him toward the bed, and then she snaked it off his neck. Standing next to the foot of his bed, Skye meticulously unfastened every button, slipped off his dress shirt, and pulled off his undershirt. Brennan didn’t miss the incredulous look in her expression.

“Holy freaking crap,” she mumbled.

He feigned ignorance. “What is it, honey?”

“You’re like…hot asfuck.”

He simpered. “You flatter me.”

“I’m serious.” She pushed him backward, and he let himself fall onto the bed, resisting the urge to chuckle from his ego that he knew was vastly inflated because of experiences exactly like this one. The urge disintegrated as she crawled on top of him and kissed his neck, slowly traveling over his chest, down his torso, and then licked a trail over the ridges of his abs to his belt, which she grasped with obvious erotic intention. His dick twitched in anticipation. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone this shredded before.”

“Shredded?” That was when he allowed himself to chuckle quietly. “I guess you don’t know any Devil Dogs, huh, baby doll?”

Her crystalline blue gaze met his as she continued to slide open his belt. “Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure.”

“Hey, now.” He reached for her hands to stop her. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He snagged the hem of her camisole, giving it a small tug.

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