Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
And kissed him.
“Mmmm.” He groaned into my mouth and melted against me. His long fingers clutched the front of my dusty denim shirt and held me close without realizing what he was doing.
Somehow, Colin’s face was still smooth even though it was late in the day. I cupped his jaw and tilted his face until he was right where I wanted him. He smelled like expensive cologne and latex paint, a combination so familiar to me after these past few years that it made me hunger for him with one simple whiff. I could walk onto a job where he’d been and know it immediately.
I was shocked to discover the hard ball of a tongue ring inside this prim, know-it-all’s mouth.
“Fucking full of surprises,” I muttered into his mouth, seeking the little piercing out with my tongue again.
The longer I kissed him, the more I felt the warm puffs of breath against my face, the more I hungered for him. I wondered how I’d lasted this long without him. How the hell did I not shove him up against the nearest sheet of drywall on that first job together and get a deep taste of him?
He pulled back enough to murmur, “What? What? I don’t understand. You’re… you… you don’t…” Before leaning back in as if he needed another quick nibble before finishing his thought.
I ran my hands down his back to clasp the tight cheeks of his ass under his jacket. Colin Kearns had the best ass in Tennessee, and I’d wanted to grab it about a thousand times. Late one night on the Purvis job I’d caught him in blue jeans and a wash-worn T-shirt, and I’d stared so long and hard at his ass, I’d been shocked not to get a subpoena from the perv police.
“Want you,” I admitted with a growl. “Want to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”
“But…” He couldn’t take his mouth off mine long enough to really argue with me. Why hadn’t I tried this tactic sooner?
I was hard as hell and aching to feel his hot mouth wrapped around me. All I could think about was feeling that tongue ring against the head of my dick. “How can I get you to suck me off?”
“Mmpfh,” he gasped, pulling off my mouth long enough to answer. “Cabinet doors.” He leaned in and kissed me again, this time wrapping his arm around my neck and standing on his toes.
It took my cobwebby brain a while to process, but when I realized what he’d said, I pushed him back. “Done. I’ll stay and hang them. I promise.”
Colin blinked at me with glazed eyes. “Huh?”
I reached for my tool belt and began to unbuckle it. “The cabinet doors. Consider it done.” I placed the belt on the nearby counter next to Colin’s iPad, then reached for his jacket. He continued to stare at me.
Once I peeled the stuffy blazer off him, I reached for the buttons on his shirt. I wanted to be able to look at his bare shoulders and chest while he sucked my dick. As his clothes came off, the scent of that fucking cologne made me feel like I’d slammed back shots all night at TB’s.
He made me crazy, and I had to have him.
“Tell me you want this,” I grunted, holding on to my civility by an invisible thread.
He seemed to snap out of his haze because his eyes met mine a little more clearly. And then he fucking nodded.
I didn’t waste any time. I shoved him down to his knees, scrambling at the button on my jeans and hoping like hell I didn’t embarrass myself by shooting all over his face before he even opened his mouth. When I felt him tugging my jeans down, I squeezed my eyes closed and prayed for control.
“Look at me,” he said in a voice way more under control than I would have expected. I blinked my eyes open and lost myself in the deep-brown depths. “You look away from me, I stop. Understand?”
Somehow I managed to nod.
He opened his mouth and dragged his tongue around the head of my cock. Suddenly I felt the press of his tongue ring against the ridge, and the sensation made me choke. “Fucking Christ.”
I had to rethink this little square interior designer geek as I felt that piercing drive me up the fucking wall. All this time, the man who spoke like an eighty-year-old grandma was actually hiding the most sinful tongue in all of Tennessee. It was unexpected and hot as shit. I wanted more.
“Like that. Fuck, keep going,” I grunted. I tried grabbing his hair, but it was shaved close to his head. Instead, I cupped the side of his head with my hands and drew my thumbs over the smooth skin of his cheeks. “You’re so hot. Been wanting to touch you for so long.”