chest as I ghosted my mouth over hers.
“Say it. Don’t hide behind the heat of the moment. You and I both know this doesn’t mean anything between us, but if you want me to kiss you, you’d better damn well say it, Duchess.”
Her eyes blazed fire up at me, but then her gaze dropped to my lips. “Fine. This doesn’t mean anything. I want you to kiss me, Cormac.”
The tether I’d kept on my control snapped, and I kissed her like my life depended on it. I explored every line of her mouth, and then I sucked her tongue into my mouth so she could do the same.
She whimpered, then gave just as good as she got, our tongues sliding and caressing as the kiss went on and on.
Just this once. One time to kiss her, to taste her, to prove to myself that I’d romanticized the connection between us all those years ago. There was no way our bodies had melted together. No way our chemistry had been that explosive. And there was no fucking way she’d stripped every ounce of my restraint and left me shaken.
Except that’s exactly what was happening again.
One fucking kiss and I was harder than steel, straining against my denim. Or was it more than one kiss? Our lips had come together so many times that I lost count, taking her mouth over and over again. I didn’t just kiss the woman—I claimed every inch of her mouth as mine. Her neck, too.
The soft skin just above her collarbone? That was mine as well.
The curve of her ass that filled my hand as she rocked her core against my cock? Yep, mine.
Her fingers tunneled through my hair as I gripped her other thigh and lifted, holding her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“More,” she demanded, pulling my head back to hers.
I went willingly.
She rocked. I thrust, grinding against her like I could fuck her right through the layers that separated us.
I balanced her weight with one on the wall, then slid my hand up her waist and ribcage with enough deliberation for her to protest. She didn’t. Instead, she arched into and moaned as it covered her breast.
The sweet sound made my dick twitch.
I flicked my tongue across hers at the same time I stroked her nipple with my thumb. Fuck, she felt perfect. I needed her in my mouth, needed to see just how hard I could get that peak between my lips, my teeth. I didn’t just want one kiss with her in the back of a bar. I wanted this woman laid out like an offering to the sex gods so I could worship her properly before fucking her out of my system.
Maybe that was exactly what needed to—
The door flew open, accompanied by a feminine curse about the light switch.
I whipped my back toward the door, blocking Bristol from sight.
“I was honestly just looking for…yep, there it is.” Echo grabbed a bottle of liquor from a case near the door.
“Omigod,” Bristol mumbled into my neck, every muscle going rigid around me.
“Get out, Echo,” I snapped over my shoulder at Sawyer’s wife, who also owned the bar we were currently making out in.
“Will do. Don’t worry, the bar seems to have this effect on people. Carry on. My office is open if you need it, but for the love of God, stay out of the kitchen.” She gave me a two-fingered salute and grinned on her way out the door, shutting it behind her.
I steadied my ragged breathing, then slowly lowered Bristol to the floor, making sure she was steady on her heels before backing away to get some much-needed space between us.
That had spun out of control so fucking fast that I still wasn’t sure exactly how it had happened. But I knew it couldn’t happen again.
Her wide eyes met mine as she lifted her fingers to her lips.
“Walk out now, Duchess.” I pointed to the door.
“Cormac,” she whispered, stepping toward me.
I backed up another step. “Walk out. Right. Fucking. Now.” I felt a table behind me and gripped it with both hands, trying to talk my body off the ledge.
Bristol glanced at the door, running her tongue over her lower lip, and I groaned.
If she wouldn’t leave, then I would.
“Fuck!” I snapped, then walked out, not looking back when she called my name or even stopping to say goodbye to the guys. I got the hell out before I did something we’d both regretted.
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