Manaconda (Hammered #1)(8)

The soft waves of her hair around her face brushed my neck. She looked up at me and realized just how close we were. She tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go. I was a big guy, and the corridor had been created for men of the twenties, not my six-three body and shoulders.

“We need to wait this out until some of it dies down.” I held up the bowl. “So we eat, I guess.”

“I told you I’m not hungry.”

I wedged myself against the wall so I could keep a look out from the sliver of an opening. I extended my legs until the toes of my boots bumped into the wall across from me.

She set her purse down near the door. She gave me a squinty look and tried to climb over my legs, but her tight skirt didn’t allow for that much movement. Content to figure out what she was going to do, I twirled pasta and stabbed a mushroom.

“Could you move?”

“Can’t.” I picked up another mushroom and popped it in my mouth. “Eating.”

“This might be cute for your legion of fans, but I’m not amused.”

I smiled around my mouthful of food. My momma would’ve slapped me in the head, but I couldn’t seem to find my manners. “Sure you are. And you’re hungry.” Her belly growled again and she pursed her distracting lips.

I wondered what those burgundy lips would look like all smudged. I wouldn’t even mind wearing her lipstick if I got a kiss.

Or five-hundred of them.

I twirled a bit of the cooling angel hair around the tines of my fork and held it to her lips. “Just try it. You’ll hurt my feelings if you don’t.”

“I don’t give a shit about your feelings, Mr. Jordan.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Such language.”

“Like you haven’t heard far worse.”

I shrugged. “I kinda like how you say Mr. Jordan—even if that’s my old man’s name. It sounds all smooth and silky.”

Her nostrils flared and I smiled. Yeah, she was annoyed. I liked it on her. Her eyes were all snappy, and I wished it was me leaning into her mouth, not a forkful of pasta.

“C’mon, just one taste.”

She reached for the fork and I shook my head. “Just take it.”

Her eyebrow spiked and my dick twitched. Fuck me singing, she’d probably do that just before she went down on a guy. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking that way, but those dark lips were distracting as f*ck.

And there was something about feeding a woman that totally bent me sideways. Her gaze locked with mine as she opened her mouth and leaned into the fork. She scraped her teeth over the tines as she took it, then her eyes shut and she moaned. “Oh, wow.”

My dick went from twitch to full hard with that moan. She chewed slowly, and when she opened her eyes, they were heavy-lidded with bliss. “More.”

Fuck.

I carefully rolled another bit, making sure to tuck a mushroom inside. She opened her mouth without another complaint. “God, I love pasta,” she said around another bite. “And dammit, yes, I am hungry.” She stole my bowl.

I laughed—at least I hoped it sounded like a laugh and not a moan. She leaned against the wall between my feet and took a larger bite. The buttery noodles made her lips glossy. She picked out a mushroom and popped it in her mouth before licking the tip of her thumb. “I don’t know if this is awesome, or I’m just that hungry.”

“Thanks.”

She laughed and the smoky sound pummeled my dick behind my zipper. I wanted to hear it again. She picked out another mushroom and held it out to me.

I sure as f*ck didn’t hesitate to bend down to take it from her. Her eyes widened when I nipped the tip of her finger. Instead of withdrawing like I thought she would, she dug out another mushroom and stood up straighter. She moved between my legs until her calves brushed my knee.

Again, I accepted the food, this time with a tiny flick of my tongue along the pad of her thumb.

She pressed her lips together and swallowed. “Such a bad idea.”

My mouth tipped up at one corner as I watched her lips plump. Still glossy with butter and a tiny speck of oregano. “Or a good one.” I swiped my thumb over her bottom lip and showed her the fleck of green before I licked my finger.

She pushed the bowl into my gut. I grabbed it just before she twisted her fingers into my shirt. “Bad ideas should be an all in situation.”





4





Kennedy





What are you doing?

I heard the subconscious shriek in my head, but then there were butter-flavored lips against mine. Not just lips, but lips I’d initiated into a kiss.

Not a good idea—at all.

And yet, so delicious.

It took a minute to align our mouths since he was so freaking tall, but he was very accommodating. Shocker. He probably did this all the time.

He rested his forehead against mine and cupped my chin. I dragged my eyes open, afraid that any hint of reality would ruin this little slice of heaven. He traced my lower lip with his fingertip, his gaze locked on my mouth. “So loud.” He dragged the pad of his forefinger across my bottom teeth. “I can hear your brain from out here.” His nail scraped the soft inside of my mouth. Just enough to push all of the words out of my lust-hazed brain. “All in? remember?” he said against my lips.