Dirty Bad Boy by Mira Lyn Kelly

Author:Mira Lyn Kelly [Kelly, Mira Lyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mira Lyn Kelly

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Jack

For weeks, it’s taken everything I have to keep hold of the short leash I’ve given myself with Laurel. Closed-mouth kisses with a single carefully chosen touch: Her hair, her arm. My thumb along that sexy bit of collarbone.

But this time, Laurel is the one with the point to make.

Having her hands on me was so fucking good I don’t know how I managed to keep from backing her to the nearest wall and taking her mouth like I want to take the rest of her.

Like it’s mine.

Somehow, I kept a grip on my restraint. But now she’s inviting me to play outside the lines. Her lips are parted, barely a breath away. Her eyes meet mine, and I’ve never seen anything like the mix of challenge and heat in them.

She wants more—and Christ, I’ve wanted more from this woman than I’ve been able to have for my whole life.

Is that the best I can do? Not even close.

“Fair warning, Laurel,” I say, our eyes meeting, holding.

Her breath fractures, warm and sweet against my lips, and I can’t wait a second longer. I sink in, angling my head one way and then the other, needing this kiss to go as deep as she’ll let me take it.

I thrust past her lips, cradling her jaw in one hand while I crush her hair in the other.

She quakes against me and then, tentatively, almost shyly, her tongue follows mine.

The softest stroke.

A gentle rub.

Her moan meets mine, and we stop. Our eyes lock, and in the next second, we collide again. We’re devouring each other. The hands I’ve worked so hard to restrain are everywhere, rushing down the cut of her waist, closing hard around the rise of her hip. She’s pressed against me like she hasn’t been since we were seventeen. Her arms around my neck, her fingers curling into the longer hair at the top of my head, tugging.

I can feel her everywhere.

Her breasts, her belly. Her thighs.

My arms tighten possessively, and rising above the need to take more of what she’s giving me is the stronger, more primitive need to do it where no one can see her but me.

Tearing away from her perfect wet mouth, I stare at her, the tension pulsing hot between us, making my skin itch and my muscles bunch.

“Time to go, Laurel.”

It’s the kind of dictate that should have her eyes narrowing, her stubborn chin rising in challenge. But for once, this woman who has been fighting me for as long as I’ve known her doesn’t fight me at all.

She wets her kiss-swollen lips and takes my hand.

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