One Chance, Fancy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 5)

I felt something tighten in my chest. “Bayou, being a parent isn’t a death sentence.”

“No,” he agreed, his fingers tickling the outside of my breast. “It’s not. And I wouldn’t have realized that had you not come out to speak with me last night.”

Tears prickled my eyes and my nipples hardened as he brought his hand farther around, drawing a line with the tip of his finger as he followed the curve of my breast.

I was panting, and my chest was heaving.

“We can’t do this now,” I tried, panic starting to take over the rational thinking part of my brain.

He caught me before I could make it even a few steps away from him.

“I’ve been told,” he drawled. “That being a parent, there’s never a good time.”

I wanted to argue with him, but I’d heard that myself.

“But this really isn’t a good time.”

He paused, his eyes going hard. “You don’t want me?”

I laughed in his face and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck. Pulling him down until his mouth was inches from my own, I stood up on my tippy toes and made sure that he understood exactly how much I wanted him.

Which was a lot.

He growled into my mouth and his hand that’d been on my breast moved away. Both of those strong, muscular hands went to my ass and pulled me into him.

I lost control.

That’s the only way that I can describe what happened next.

I gasped into his mouth, and his tongue swept inside.

He took no mercy on me. He devoured my mouth, licking, sucking and biting.

I shivered as a wave of need swept over me, nearly knocking me off of my feet in the process. If it weren’t for Bayou’s supporting hands on my ass, I would’ve surely fallen to the floor.

I gasped, unable to continue kissing him without breath in my lungs, and he pulled away, breath just as heavy as my own.

A sound had us both turning to see Isa toss herself to her other side, disrupting Mr. Miyagi. He just rolled with the punches, though, and repositioned himself so that he was up near her head and not her feet.

I swallowed hard, trying to get myself back under control.

He wasn’t having it.

Before I could tell him this really wasn’t a good time or place for what I knew this was escalating to, he picked me up.

My legs went around his waist, and my hands went to his shoulders as I stared in awe as he picked me up as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. His intense gray eyes held mine as he carried me into the bathroom and quietly shut the door.

“We get you an alarm tomorrow,” he muttered, walking forward until my ass met the countertop.

He set me down slowly, letting my overheated core slide deliciously along his tight abdominals. And when my butt finally met the cool countertop, I prayed that he would step away. That he wouldn’t. That he’d come back at me and thrust his tongue back into my mouth. That he’d leave the bathroom.

Hell, I had no freakin’ clue what I wanted.

“What’s the alarm for?” I asked, trying to get myself back under control.

He wasn’t having it.

His mouth was on my neck, and his beard was tickling along my exposed throat.

“So I can set the alarm and have confidence that she’s at least in the house.” He paused.

I could totally see that…now.

I swallowed hard and tried to once again pull myself under control.

But his mouth was on my neck, lips running sensually along the muscle that ran just underneath my ear.

“This isn’t…” I shivered when his lips moved around the front of my throat. “This isn’t the best…” His hands went to my thighs and pushed them open wider. “…Time.” I swallowed. “There are people over at your house waiting for…” I trailed off when he sucked the skin of my neck into his mouth and pulled lightly. I’d have a bruise there in no time. My skin was so sensitive that sometimes even my own fingernails caused it to bruise from scratching. “For you and me to get back.”

I mean, they were waiting for us, weren’t they?

“They’re not there yet.” He paused. “At least not all the women.”

I shook my head, trying to remain at least a little in control.

He didn’t let me.

And then…I just didn’t care anymore.

I didn’t care if this was right. I didn’t care that he was my boss. I didn’t care that tomorrow he could realize that he wasn’t thinking straight and that his decisions from the night before weren’t the best of decisions. I just didn’t. Care.

Because his lips were on my body, his hands were now running up the insides of my thighs, and I was feeling everything that I’d wanted to feel from the man since I was too young to even realize what it was that I wanted.