even recognise the woman she became once Tag wrapped her in his arms. She inhaled deeply and moaned at the feel of the prominent erection rubbing against her.
Tag must have taken that as a good sign because almost immediately his heavily muscled thigh insinuated itself between hers. He rubbed her jean covered clit against his leg as he bent to kiss her.
The first touch of his sultry lips overwhelmed her senses. When he ran his tongue across the seam, Nicole automatically opened for him. His tongue pushed into her mouth and began a slow dance of its own. Between his questing tongue and his thigh rubbing against her pussy, Nicole was lost. She wanted this man. No, she needed this man.
When the song ended, Tag pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips. “I want you. I want to bury my cock so far inside of you that you’ll never forget my name.”
Nicole licked her swollen lips, tasting Tag’s flavour as she did so. “Lord help me, but I want you, too.”
Pulling her in for one more deep, tongue tangling kiss, Tag moaned. “I don’t get off work until one. Will you wait for me?” He ran his hands down her back to cup her ass. Grinding his hardened cock against her he pleaded, “Please say you’ll wait.”
Feeling like she was two seconds away from the best orgasm of her life, refusing wasn’t an option. “I’ll wait. I have to be here until the end of the karaoke contest anyway to see if I won.”
“Oh, angel. With a voice like yours you’d better win or I’ll tear this place apart.” He started to lead Nicole off the dance floor. “Come sit at the bar with me.”
Looking over toward her friends who were openly staring at her and Tag, Nicole nodded her head. The last thing she was in the mood for was playing twenty questions with them. She didn’t want to think about anything right now but the feel of Tag’s cock pressed against her.
Leading her over to the barstool against the wall, Tag gave her one last kiss. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just a Diet Rite. I’ve got to be at the store by four.”
Bobby Jim started yelling at Tag to get his ass back to work. “Stay right there.” He quickly went around the bar and filled a couple of drink orders. Once he was caught up, Tag took a Diet Rite over to Nicole. Setting the glass in front of her, he leaned over the bar and kissed her again. “Hot damn, woman. I haven’t been this shook up since I was a senior in high school and Rita Palsey got me all hot and bothered.”
Blushing, Nicole bit her lip as she stared into his cobalt blue eyes. “I’ve never been this shook up,” she admitted.
Wiping the bar down in front of her, Tag tried to appear like he was working. “So what kind of store does a person have to open at four in the morning?”
“My store,” Nicole said proudly. “I own a bait shop slash donut shop on the edge of town.”
Furrowing his brow, Tag leaned on the bar. “A bait and donut shop? I’ve never heard of that before.”
Flipping her hair behind her back Nicole smiled. “It makes perfect sense if you think about it. Fishermen come in first thing in the morning to get bait. While they’re there, they pick up a dozen donuts to take out to the lake with them. I also do wedding cakes and stuff like that for the town. In a community the size of Ulrich you have to make money where you can. My daddy owned the bait shop since I was a little bitty thing. When he died I built on a new addition with the insurance money and I’ve been makin’ and sellin’ donuts ever since.”
Taking Nicole’s hand, Tag kissed her palm. “I bet you make the best donuts in the state of Kentucky.”
Squaring her shoulders, Nicole raised her chin. “I like to think so.” Seeing Wendy Jean tapping her long acrylic nail at the end of the bar, Nicole pointed her out to Tag. “Um…I think you’re needed.”
“Damn. All right. I’ll be right back.” Tag went to fill the new drink orders that Wendy Jean had for
Tag must have taken that as a good sign because almost immediately his heavily muscled thigh insinuated itself between hers. He rubbed her jean covered clit against his leg as he bent to kiss her.
The first touch of his sultry lips overwhelmed her senses. When he ran his tongue across the seam, Nicole automatically opened for him. His tongue pushed into her mouth and began a slow dance of its own. Between his questing tongue and his thigh rubbing against her pussy, Nicole was lost. She wanted this man. No, she needed this man.
When the song ended, Tag pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips. “I want you. I want to bury my cock so far inside of you that you’ll never forget my name.”
Nicole licked her swollen lips, tasting Tag’s flavour as she did so. “Lord help me, but I want you, too.”
Pulling her in for one more deep, tongue tangling kiss, Tag moaned. “I don’t get off work until one. Will you wait for me?” He ran his hands down her back to cup her ass. Grinding his hardened cock against her he pleaded, “Please say you’ll wait.”
Feeling like she was two seconds away from the best orgasm of her life, refusing wasn’t an option. “I’ll wait. I have to be here until the end of the karaoke contest anyway to see if I won.”
“Oh, angel. With a voice like yours you’d better win or I’ll tear this place apart.” He started to lead Nicole off the dance floor. “Come sit at the bar with me.”
Looking over toward her friends who were openly staring at her and Tag, Nicole nodded her head. The last thing she was in the mood for was playing twenty questions with them. She didn’t want to think about anything right now but the feel of Tag’s cock pressed against her.
Leading her over to the barstool against the wall, Tag gave her one last kiss. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just a Diet Rite. I’ve got to be at the store by four.”
Bobby Jim started yelling at Tag to get his ass back to work. “Stay right there.” He quickly went around the bar and filled a couple of drink orders. Once he was caught up, Tag took a Diet Rite over to Nicole. Setting the glass in front of her, he leaned over the bar and kissed her again. “Hot damn, woman. I haven’t been this shook up since I was a senior in high school and Rita Palsey got me all hot and bothered.”
Blushing, Nicole bit her lip as she stared into his cobalt blue eyes. “I’ve never been this shook up,” she admitted.
Wiping the bar down in front of her, Tag tried to appear like he was working. “So what kind of store does a person have to open at four in the morning?”
“My store,” Nicole said proudly. “I own a bait shop slash donut shop on the edge of town.”
Furrowing his brow, Tag leaned on the bar. “A bait and donut shop? I’ve never heard of that before.”
Flipping her hair behind her back Nicole smiled. “It makes perfect sense if you think about it. Fishermen come in first thing in the morning to get bait. While they’re there, they pick up a dozen donuts to take out to the lake with them. I also do wedding cakes and stuff like that for the town. In a community the size of Ulrich you have to make money where you can. My daddy owned the bait shop since I was a little bitty thing. When he died I built on a new addition with the insurance money and I’ve been makin’ and sellin’ donuts ever since.”
Taking Nicole’s hand, Tag kissed her palm. “I bet you make the best donuts in the state of Kentucky.”
Squaring her shoulders, Nicole raised her chin. “I like to think so.” Seeing Wendy Jean tapping her long acrylic nail at the end of the bar, Nicole pointed her out to Tag. “Um…I think you’re needed.”
“Damn. All right. I’ll be right back.” Tag went to fill the new drink orders that Wendy Jean had for
Similar Books
