Jared (Lane Brothers book 4)
“he says derisively, pulling me closer to sway to the eerily mournful music.
“Tipsy,” I purr, spreading my fingers over the breadth of his muscled chest.
Everything inside me clenches, turning my wobbly bones to liquid when he brings our hips flush and grinds himself into me.
“Blotto,” he murmurs back, making me gasp when his slow rubbing hits me exactly where I need it. “I like it.”
I do too. With the alcohol streaming though my blood I feel invincible, untouchable, and more imp...ortantly, unbreakable.
“You only like what you can’t have,” I mutter, staring at his button hole with one eye to still the jumping circle. “Or, more accurately, you only want the thrill of the challenge. Or is that chase? Whatever.”
To say that I’d lost the leash to my tongue somewhere between the second glass of wine and the tequila is an understatement.MoreLess
“Tipsy,” I purr, spreading my fingers over the breadth of his muscled chest.
Everything inside me clenches, turning my wobbly bones to liquid when he brings our hips flush and grinds himself into me.
“Blotto,” he murmurs back, making me gasp when his slow rubbing hits me exactly where I need it. “I like it.”
I do too. With the alcohol streaming though my blood I feel invincible, untouchable, and more imp...ortantly, unbreakable.
“You only like what you can’t have,” I mutter, staring at his button hole with one eye to still the jumping circle. “Or, more accurately, you only want the thrill of the challenge. Or is that chase? Whatever.”
To say that I’d lost the leash to my tongue somewhere between the second glass of wine and the tequila is an understatement.MoreLess
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