Shotgun Wedding: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance by Natasha Tanner, Ali Piedmont Page A

intimate. I don't think—I'm not the kind of woman who can keep her heart separate from…things."
    "Are you saying you don't want to have sex right now?" I pull her closer, her tits sliding against my chest. Her breath catches.
    "I don't think it would be a good idea," she says.
    "No problem," I say, dropping to my knees. "I'll just make you come. Two or three times."

15

Kat
    T his is not how I imagined our conversation ending.
    But Gray is on his knees, his massive hands grabbing my ass, and he's pressing his face directly into the space between my legs.
    How is a girl supposed to argue at a time like this?
    "Little Kat, do you know how long I've wanted to do this?"
    I moan, because I'm beyond words. I've wanted this forever . I've wanted any part of Gray forever—and now he's offering me, if not everything—quite an eyeful.
    And it would help him trust you , some devious little voice inside me says.
    But I know that inner voice; she's not being devious because she wants to trick Gray. She'd say anything to trick me into falling into bed with him.
    He spreads my lips, glances up at me just for one quick second, and I see he's smiling.
    And it's getting harder and harder not to listen to my horny, infatuated, and formerly repressed inner sex demon.
    And then Gray licks me, just once, one long, slow stroke. And then he smiles again and just leans in and inhales .
    "Oh God," I say.
    He's so beautiful, his dirty blonde hair darker when wet. His chest, sweet Jesus save me, feels as broad as a house, and there's not an ounce of fat on him anywhere.
    And I wasn't kidding about his abs. He's got more than a six-pack. He's got an eight-pack. A dozen? And his cock. I mean, what . I am pretty sure I blacked out once I saw it, proud and pointing straight up at me, and bigger than anything I'd ever seen outside of the pornos Elle plays on her phone when she gets tipsy and bored at parties.
    And his tattoos. I could almost— almost —be content to just stand in a shower and examine the black ink that covers the left half of his chest. Over his left pectoral is a tree, and its roots and branches flow and flourish all the way up and onto his neck.
    At least, I thought I could be content just looking at him.
    And then he'd touched me.
    "This isn't happening," I whisper.
    "This is so fucking happening," Gray says back. At least, I think that's what he says. It's hard to make out, because he parts my lips and suddenly buries his face between my legs.
    I cry out. It's a happy animal sound I don't think I've ever made before.
    Gray's hands are strong, large, calloused. And they know what the hell they are doing. He slowly peels open my lips, and then his hot, surprisingly strong tongue begins teasing me. Long, slow, greedy licks, tracing and tasting as much of me as he can reach, with this awkward position.
    I can't keep my hips still.
    "Gray," I moan. He answers with a growl, and then he finds my clit. Oh my God. My head falls back and my own breathing sounds strange and foreign and loud. I've never let a man do this to me. Why haven't I ever let a man do this to me ?
    Because it wasn't Gray.
    And, for me, it was Gray all along.
    I was kidding myself. I can't hold back from him. And in the heat of the moment, it seems insane to even try.
    He begins to work my clit over, sucking it between his teeth, pulling all the blood in my body down to where he is tasting me, pulling all the thoughts from my head.
    "That's it, sweetheart. Move your hips for me."
    I realize I'm thrusting, slightly but wantonly. Gray looks up for a moment, the hard planes of his face wet in the shower spray, his eyes molten steel.
    "Goddamn, Katya, you're so fucking hot." He grabs my ass with one hand, holding me, locked against him. With his other hand he finds my clit, watching my face while he rubs in slow, strong circles. I gasp as I feel a rush of warmth between my legs.
    "You taste so fucking good," he says, putting his nose between my legs, then working my over