When We Kiss

“Get with the times, Tucker. Tattoos don’t mean anything anymore.”

I slide my finger across the symbol again, and her lips tighten. I want to kiss her. “Why believe?”

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; Her shoulders lift slightly. “To remind myself to do it? I might not like shouty sermons, but I do believe.”

“So you stayed here because it’s safe.” Somehow I’ve edged a bit closer to her.

Shaking her head, she wrinkles her cute little nose. “Safe makes me restless.”

“So I’ve noticed. You like surprises, being caught off guard.” Rising to my feet, I push the plates back, lift her off the stool, and sit her butt on brushed metal top of the bar.

Her arms go to my shoulders, eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“Kiss me.” I’m between her legs now, and I lean down so our mouths are a breath apart.

Her fingers flex against my muscles, and her green eyes sparkle. She bites her lip, and we’re both breathing a little faster.

“You’re too law-abiding for me.” Her words are a warm whisper of a promise on my lips.

“How so?”

“That uniform? Those handcuffs?”

“Maybe I should put you in handcuffs.”

“Maybe I’d like to see you try.”

Heat floods my pelvis, and my cock perks up. I can imagine her in handcuffs. Her hands over her head, round breasts heaving, legs twisting. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Kiss me, Tabitha.”

Her green eyes flicker to mine, and they smolder like emeralds. “You’re too bossy.”

“You like being bossed.”

Another nose wrinkle, a little curl of the mouth into a smile, and she leans forward. The moment our lips touch, fire ignites between us. Her arms tighten around my neck, and my fingers on her waist curl. I pull her soft body flush against mine as my mouth parts hers. Our tongues touch and slide together, and it’s a match to kindling.

It’s sweet orange with the bite of tequila. It’s electricity humming in my veins. She exhales a sigh, and I can’t hide the erection in my pants. I pull back, tugging her lips with mine, taking a gentle bite of her jaw. Another soft moan, and her fingers are in my hair.

I lift my head and our eyes meet.

Damn she’s just what I want…

Eight

Tabby

My lips throb from the best kiss I’ve had… Ever.

Beard scuffing my skin, I scratch my fingernails through his hair and chase his lips as he bites my jaw. Shit, that feels good. His cock is hard against my thigh, and I’m so wet.

He lifted me off my stool like I weighed no more than a doll. It’s sexy as hell, rough and demanding, and when he pulls back, when our eyes meet…

A current shoots from my chest to my core, tingling between my thighs before making its way to the arches of my feet.

We’re both breathing fast, blinking into each other’s eyes. I see the hunger there, but he hesitates. We both do. Our chemistry is crazy, and as much as I want more, I need to hit the brakes, think about who he is, who I am…