The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,110
to arrive on December twenty-seventh, which was disappointing. But at least it’s something.”
“I like it,” he told her.
“Of course you do. I’m hot in this getup. And you haven’t even discovered I’m not wearing any panties yet.”
If his cock wasn’t already hard, that would have done it.
But it was already hard, so it just made it harder.
He removed her belt.
She warned, “I think assaulting an officer is a felony.”
He laughed softly, dropped the belt and slid his hands over her ass.
She put hers to his neck.
“Sierra cornered you in the parking lot of the Mart?” he asked.
“Fuck,” she muttered, settling in on his thighs. “Who told you?”
“Margot heard.”
She looked to his ear and kept muttering. “Fabulous.”
“Babe—”
Her eyes came to his. “More important things were happening. And then I didn’t want to ruin Christmas by telling you. Or, say, ruin it more than it already was. She could wait.”
“Christmas wasn’t ruined.”
She slid one hand to his jaw and her eyes got soft. “Honey.”
“It was the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”
She studied him.
Then she said shortly, “That sucks.”
“It doesn’t. It was awesome. I had you and Brooks and Eliza. It was awesome that Margot had all her family around her. And it was awesome to know that Margot knew Johnny and me had you, Eliza and Brooks.” He slid his hands up her back. “It was perfect.”
She relaxed into him. “Okay.”
“I’m gonna talk to Johnny, and if she approaches us again, we’re gonna sit down and talk to her,” he shared.
Her eyes got round. “What?”
“Margot wants us to.”
Her eyes went normal. “Oh.”
“So we can go over what you two talked about later,” he told her, smoothing his hands back down, hooking his fingers into the hem of her dress and starting to shift the stretchy skirt over her ass. “And I’ll handcuff you another time—”
“I’m totally handcuffing you, Talon.”
He grinned and pulled the dress to her waist.
Her eyes got lazy.
“Now I’m just gonna do you,” he whispered, the dress now up to her ribs.
“Good, since I wanna do you too,” she whispered back.
It caught under her tits and he stopped there.
“Oh no, Addie. It’s just gonna be me doin’ you.”
“Toby—”
He wrapped his fingers tight around her ribs.
“She’s mine,” he said.
She slid her hands back and up into his hair and put her mouth to his. “Okay, baby.”
He dragged the dress up, she went up, her arms went up, and the dress was gone.
Then he curved an arm around her waist, surged to his feet, turned, planted a knee in the bed then his woman in it.
He covered her and kissed her.
Addie kissed him back.
Toby broke the kiss, angled away and looked down at her.
Naked.
Beautiful.
He shifted down and tugged one of her nipples in his mouth.
It budded immediately.
She liked his taste.
He liked hers too.
But he fucking loved how her body responded to him.
Immediately.
Her fingers slid back into his hair and she arched up into his draw.
He lifted his head and looked up at her.
“Arms over your head.”
She looked down at him. “Tobe.”
“Arms over your head, Addie.”
They held each other’s eyes.
Slowly, she lifted her arms over her head.
Fuck yeah.
He bent back to her nipple.
He gave them both attention and had her squirming before he traced a hand down her side, over her belly, down to the curls between her legs and glided light over her clit.
Her hips twitched, and she sighed, opening her legs wider.
He liked that invitation, but he didn’t take it.
He went up, taking her mouth, kissing her deep, before he pulled away, took his feet and got rid of his jeans.
He wanted to jack his cock, seeing her spread out for him, her hair everywhere, her arms over a head that was up, her gaze hungry and roaming over his chest down to his dick.
So he did and made her watch.
“Can I move?” she asked breathily.
“No,” he answered.
“Ugh,” she grunted, her eyes now glued to his dick.
He grinned, tortured her a little while then stopped stroking and moved back into the bed, covering her and kissing her, trailing a hand up her arm, to her wrist, her hand . . . then he pulled it down to her hip, over, and in.
With two of his fingers guiding two of hers, he slid them inside.
She sucked hard at his tongue.
He drew it away, ran it along her lower lip, and gently thrusting with both their fingers, ordered, “Keep them there,” before he pulled his out.
“Toby,” she breathed, face flushed, eyelids heavy.