is.” He didn’t
want to talk about it. “How about you?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not close to
my family at all.”
Now he was curious. He walked over and
crowded her until she parted her legs to make room for him. He rested his hands
on the countertop, effectively caging her in. “Any brothers or sisters?”
Her features tightened with anger. “Two
brothers. Both older. But I haven’t seen them in years. One sister. We exchange
Christmas cards and talk once or twice a year.”
“That’s too bad.”
“It is what it is.” She threw his words
back at him. “We weren’t close when we were kids so it’s nothing new.”
And it was time to drop the subject,
especially if he hoped to coax her into his bed, which he most certainly did.
He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. “You smell good, like summer.” And she
did. Whatever soap or lotion or perfume she used permeated her skin. It was a
subtle fragrance, not overpowering.
He left a trail of kisses as he worked his
way up to her ear. The short hairstyle she wore left it exposed. She wore a
tiny diamond stud in her lobe. Very sexy. He captured it between his teeth and
tugged gently. She gasped and some of the tension fled her body.
Using his tongue, he traced the whorls of
her ear. “You’re so damn sexy. I love those high heels you wear all the time.”
“Really?” He could hear the disbelief in
her voice.
“Really. Why would you think otherwise?
They make your legs look hot.”
She gave a muffled laugh. “Most men
complain about them. They don’t like being shorter than me.”
“Most men are idiots.” He nibbled on her
jawline.
She laughed again. Damn but he loved the
sound, husky and deep. His dick liked it too. The damn thing was standing at
attention, ready to rock and roll. “I agree.”
“But not me.” He captured her lips in a
torrid kiss. Wet heat surrounded his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. She
sucked on it, making a hot little mewling sound in the back of her throat.
T.S. captured her hips in his hands and
pulled her to the edge of the counter, grinding her pelvis against him. The
height was wrong for what he wanted, so he lifted her.
Her legs automatically closed around him,
her arms winding around his neck. Oh yeah, this was what he wanted. Chest to
chest, his cock pressed against her mound. He shoved her up against the wall
for support as he continued to plunder her incredible mouth. Their tongues
twined and their teeth clinked several times as they tried to get even closer.
He had to have her. Now.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Missy.” He
wanted to say so much more but could only get her name out before he had to
kiss her again. They were both panting hard when he leaned back. This time he
reached for her top. She helped him by raising her arms.
“Fuck me.” The words came out more as
adulation than a curse. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her sweater. Sweat
broke out on his forehead as he savored the sight of her firm breasts. Her skin
was like dark chocolate, smooth and sweet. He bent his head and lapped at one
puckered nipple.
Missy laughed. “No, fuck me.” Her laugh
turned to a moan when he tugged on her nipple. She pulled on his shirt, careful
not to jar his injured arm. “You need to take this off.”
Absolutely. He was totally on board with
that suggestion. He teased her other nipple with his teeth and tongue, drawing
another moan from her before he decided it was time for him to lose some of his
clothing and more of hers.
Her feet hit the ground and she steadied
herself. T.S. didn’t waste any time. He yanked off the hated green scrub top.
The damn thing was going in the garbage. He never wanted to see it again.
Missy didn’t hesitate. She moved in quick,
using her wicked mouth on him. Her hands caressed his torso while her tongue
flicked at his flat nipples. It was his turn to moan. Damn, she turned him on
so quick it was crazy.
He went to work on her jeans, flipping
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