Three Little Words Read Free Page B

fingers grazed his palm and he closed his tight around them. He eyed his friend with undisguised triumph and pulled her into his arms with a flourish only a man one scotch and two shots into the evening would attempt.
    Will gave a shrug, the same couldn’t help myself bit he’d been falling back on for five decades, then faded into the darkened room. The flush of victory pulsed through Greg’s veins.
    Josie gazed up at him. Her full mouth pulled into a solemn line, but her eyes sparkled with an excess of womanly wiles. He fell for every one of them. “Hello.”
    The throaty rasp in her voice tied his gut in a knot.
    Tucking his chin to his chest, he held her flush against him. “You’re lucky I came along to save you.”
    Those lush lips curved, nudging her cheekbones and a breathtakingly appealing dimple appeared. “Am I?”
    Greg fixed her with a stern glare. “He’s no gentleman.”
    “And you are?”
    Lowering his head, he answered with a, “Yes,” that sounded more like a resounding hell no .
    Josie slid her hand up his shoulder to curl around the back of his neck. One wicked finger slipped under his shirt collar and his nerve endings seized as if she’d plugged him into a strobe. Dark lashes fringed her eyes and her cheeks flushed pink. She wet her lips and fixed her lazy gaze on him. The sigh she heaved pushed her breasts firmly against his chest as she snuggled into the curve of his neck.
    He skimmed one hand up her back and under her hair. The other landed on her hip, but he wanted to slide it on her ass more than he wanted his next breath. The flow of blood to his dick left him buzzy and lightheaded. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, the effect was potent.
    Josie feathered a sweet, soft kiss to his throat just above the bowtie and whispered, “Damn.”
    The heat of her breath permeated the pleated front of his tuxedo shirt. She parted her thighs enough to allow him to insinuate one leg. The scrape of her fingernails on his nape pushed him closer to the edge. Every beat of the undulating rhythm led them into temptation. A low groan snarled in his throat. It threatened to cut off his air entirely, but Greg didn’t care. Knotting his hand in her hair, he tipped her face up to his.
    “I’m not a gentleman,” he confessed, his voice rough and raspy even to his own ears. “I pretend I am, but I’m not.”
    “I’m glad. I don’t have much use for gentlemen.”
    Her breathy exhalation should have amused him, but it only made him want.
    “The minute I first saw you, I wanted you.” His dick surged against her soft belly. “I want you now.”
    Her smile grew wider and her eyelids heavier. “Good.”
    “I want you so much it’s all I can do to keep from stripping you out of that dress and… Right here. Right now.”
    Interest flared in her eyes. A dare burned hot. “And… what right here, right now?”
    The last notes of the ballad faded away and the driving beat of the latest dance craze pulsated all around them. Greg tightened his grip on her hip and tangled his fingers in her hair. Her head fell back as he held her close, grinding his aching dick against her soft belly. His lips grazed the shell of her ear. “Fuck you. I want to fuck you.”
    Her body grew soft and pliant, molding to his like a second skin. Her short, shallow breaths puffed against his jaw. She whispered the sweetest, softest, “Oh, yes,” imaginable, but he heard her loud and clear.
    Cradling her skull in his palm, he flexed his fingers, gathering her thick, glossy waves in greedy handfuls. Lust and tequila pulsed through his veins. Each brush of her leg against his whittled away at his already strained control. “You’re killing me, I want you so bad.”
    “Then take me.”
    Everything in Greg’s world screeched to a halt. Oh, the music kept pounding and bodies continued to pinball around on the parquet, but he was completely oblivious to them—to everything but the woman in his arms and the hotel keycard