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It was like opening the doorway to Heaven. With the crown prince of Hell standing in the way.
I stared at him for a long moment, then held my hand out. “Give me your keys.” He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You want to go sit in the car?” “No, I want them because you’re a cocky son of a bitch. And if that guy kills you, I still want to be able to get home tonight.” Buck chuckled. Colt’s lips curled upward. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “It’s seriously fucking hot when you talk like that, you know?”
A body made for sin.
It hadn’t been since Lacey had come back into my life. And I think both Gillian and I had known it.
“Did I stutter?”
“Let’s get on with this, huh? There’s only so much of your sexual innuendo I can handle before I—” “Before you succumb to it?” “Before I hurl.”
His kisses were everything. The sun and the moon and the stars, all rolled into one fiery ball of heaven. Or maybe of hell. I had no idea. But it felt wicked. Kissing him in this way would send me straight to the Devil’s court.
I was so not straight. Someone needed to pass me a bisexual label and I’d wear the fucking thing with pride.
“I don’t want this,” I growled. “I want you.”
This one stood with her head held tall, confident in the knowledge I wanted her body more than I wanted oxygen. I had the strongest urge to dominate her and work her until she begged for me to let her come. But I knew her. And I liked that she would never be that submissive. I could try to own her body, but I instinctively knew she’d always give as good as she got. That was always the way with the two of us. I gave her shit. She gave me hell.
If this was all we had, if I went back home and cops had my house surrounded, then this would be enough. This one night with the girl who had owned my heart for as long as I could remember.
But then Colt’s lips were brushing the shell of my ear. “Dance with me, Lacey. I want to show every person in this room you’re mine. You get that?”
