Getting Hot (Jail Bait #3)

Inhibition broken, I’m crossing every line.”


He stands and moves toward me, his eyes asking the question. I nod as I start into the next verse. His smile is so fucking sexy, it’s everything I can do to remember to move my fingers on the strings. And the second I hit the last chord, he’s got my arm and is dragging me off the stool. My guitar is still in my hand as he pulls me through the swinging door to the kitchen and halfway down a short hallway in back. He yanks me into a dark office and before I can process what’s happening, my guitar is banging off something hard and Bran’s strong arms are lifting me off the ground by the waist. As my eyes adjust to the dim light, I see he’s set me on a desk. I lean my guitar against it as Bran wedges himself between my knees.

“I want to fuck you worse than I’ve ever wanted to fuck any woman, but right now, I’ll settle for the taste of your mouth.”

His lips crash into mine and the rush is intense. Every hair on my body stands on end at the feel of his hot mouth doing everything it can to devour me. He forces my mouth open with his and his tongue invades my deepest recesses. And it’s like somewhere deep in my mouth, he’s found my sex autopilot button. Without my permission, my hands fist into the hair on top of his head, and my knees spread and lift over his hips, causing my skirt to ride up my thighs. The moan that escapes my throat is low and feral, and I know he hears it when he grabs my ass and pulls me against the bulge in his jeans. There’s only the thin cotton of my panties and the denim of his jeans between us as I grind the sweet spot between my legs against his hard length. He groans into my mouth as his fingers dig into my skin, and he grinds harder against me. His hand slips under my shirt and cups the swell of my breast, teasing the tight nub of my nipple with his thumb. The action sends shockwaves directly to my groin.

I’ve never felt this desperate. This willing. His hand glides down my stomach and I open my legs as he tugs my skirt out of the way. I reach for the button of his jeans and just get it undone with shaking hands when there’s a loud bang from behind me.

“Oh, shit!” Carol gasps. “Sorry.”

I cringe but don’t turn around.

I expect Bran to let me go, but he keeps his grip on me. “Quiet out there?” he asks over my shoulder.

“Yeah. Only one table left and I just topped off their beers. I was going to clock out if you’ve got the bar.”

He peels one hand off my ass and grabs the card out of the rack on the wall that says Carol on the top. “Got it,” he says, swiping it through a machine next to the rack.

“Thanks.” I hear the door hinges creak as it starts to close. “Night, Lilah.”

“Night,” I say, still too mortified to turn and look at her.

The second the door clicks shut, Bran kisses me again, slow and deep. “I’ve got to get back out there. Stay till closing.”

“I can’t.” This is bad enough without Destiny asking me why I’m late. I have to be home by curfew.

His eyes burn into mine. “You can, because I’m taking you home tonight and I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name and can’t remember yours. And then I’m going to fuck you again and again until the sun comes up.”

He lets me push him back and I slide off the desk and straighten my skirt. “I can’t.”

His eyes soften and trace the lines of my face. “That song. What was that?”

I shrug and wipe the remnants of our kiss off my mouth with the back of my hand. “Just something I wrote.”

“Sounded like you were fucking me with your voice,” he says, his own rough with desire. “That’s the part I heard loud and clear.”

Then he heard what I wanted him to. I was brave enough to do that to him with my song, but I’m not brave enough to follow through with my body.

The pad of his thumb glides over my lips and his eyes flare heat into mine. “That voice of yours is pure sex. You’ve got to know that every time you open your fucking mouth, I get hard for you.”

Damn. He knows just what to say to make me gush into my panties.

“I have to go,” I say, grabbing my guitar by the neck and moving to the door.

He follows and slams a palm against the door when I reach for the knob. As he leans across me for the doorknob, his voice rumbles low in my ear. “You’ve already given me blue balls for a week. Don’t make me wait until Friday to fuck you, Lilah.”

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