they were saying the exact same thing. That I was a goodie two-shoes and boring and Harrison probably broke up with me because I wouldn’t give him oral sex, but I did do stuff like that in the bedroom. I swear! I would have been willing to try whatever he asked. But he never asked.”
She sucked in a gulp of oxygen. “I ran out of the Walgreens and I saw your tattoo shop and I thought to myself – Self, get a tattoo. That’ll prove to stupid Harrison and everyone else that you’re not such a good girl. I was trying to be a rebel only I suppose it’s not that rebellious anymore to get a tattoo, is it?”
Before he could reply, she sighed again. “I’ve been with him since high school. All that time wasted and for what? To be tossed aside for a big-breasted blonde woman who whips his ass and calls him Harry.”
He snorted laughter and she glanced over her shoulder at him before giving him a small grin. “He looked ridiculous in that dog collar.”
He laughed again and she giggled before trying to look at the back of her shoulder. “Are you done?”
“Yes. Just let me clean it and then you can take a look.”
She waited patiently as he cleaned it and then followed him to the mirror. He handed her the hand mirror and watched as she held it up.
“Oh my goodness,” she whispered. “It’s so beautiful.”
“You like it,” he said.
“I love it,” she said.
The tension he didn’t realize he was carrying, vanished, and he grinned at her. “It’s red and a little swollen right now. That’s normal. Give it a few days and it’ll look even better.”
She set the mirror down and he grunted in surprise when she threw her arms around him and hugged him. “Preacher, thank you. I don’t know what I was expecting but I didn’t expect to love it this much.”
He really should have stepped back but instead he put his arms around her slender waist and pulled her in tight. “You’re welcome,” he said as he breathed in the scent of her hair. “It was my pleasure.”
“I can’t wait to show Kira and Grace. They’re going to flip out. Maybe I’ll get you to take a picture and I’ll text them tonight.” She tried to step back and gave him a confused look when he kept his arms around her. “Preacher? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing’s wrong, Sunshine.”
She studied him silently and he told himself to let her go. To release her and walk away but then she was pressing her body against his and her tiny hands were tugging at his neck. He bent his head and she kissed him hard on the mouth. He groaned and opened it, letting her push her small tongue deep into his mouth.
* * *
Addison was making a mistake. Kissing Preacher was the wrong decision, but the thought was lost when he groaned and opened his mouth. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him again. This time he tasted like mint with no trace of whiskey and she moaned happily when he sucked hard on her tongue.
His big hand cupped her left breast and squeezed. She arched her back, ignoring the dim pain it caused to her freshly inked skin. When his fingers moved to the front clasp and unhooked it, she helped him peel back the cups of her bra. He stared at her breasts before cupping her left one again and rubbing his thumb over the tip of her nipple. It beaded into a hard point immediately and she made a low cry of pleasure.
“So beautiful,” he muttered.
He bent his head and sucked on her nipple, teasing the tip of it with his tongue as his rough fingers pulled on her right nipple.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered. “Preacher, please…”
He suddenly tensed and lifted his head to stare cautiously at her. “Sunshine, this probably isn’t a good idea.”
No! She wouldn’t be rejected by this man. The thought that he didn’t want her, hurt more than discovering that her own fiancé didn’t want her.
“You don’t want me?” she said.
His big hands cupped her ass and he lifted her to her tiptoes before pressing her crotch against his erection. “I want you so fucking bad I can’t think straight, Sunshine.”
“Then take me,” she said in a low voice. “Please.”
He hesitated a moment longer. She was getting ready to beg when he grabbed her arm and steered her back to