Free Hell Yeah!: Gun Shy (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Sabrina York Page B

filling her nostrils, dizzying her mind. Filling her with an irresistible urge to taste him as well.
    Madly, voraciously, they ate at each other, licking, lapping, nipping all exposed skin and then, in a frenetic rush, exposing more. In her frenzy, she popped the buttons off his shirt. They skittered all over the floor, but neither of them noticed or cared. They also ignored the dogs’ amusement with the new toys.
    As buttons and toenails clattered on the linoleum, Andrew murmured something unintelligible and walked her backwards into the room off the kitchen.
    Thank God the room was off the kitchen.
    She didn’t think she had the wherewithal to make it up the stairs.
    Her body was afire, liquid and languid—as though an angry volcano bubbled at her core.
    Andrew seemed equally shaken. His hands shook as he removed her blouse. His eyes were wide, red-rimmed, as he stared at her breasts, cupped in nothing but lace.
    “God,” he sighed. “God.” Then he whipped around and kicked the door closed with his boot.
    She laughed. “Why did you do that?”
    “The dogs sleep with me sometimes. At the moment I’d prefer they not join us.”
    “Excellent idea.”
    He began madly unfastening her jeans, and she worked on his. There was no sound other than their panted breaths, and his curses when he couldn’t pull his pants off over his boots.
    Then, once they were both bare—but for their underwear which, to be truthful, didn’t cover much—they stood and stared at each other.
    The magnificence of his body, the perfection of his form, bemused her. If her hunger had not been overpowering, she could have stared at him forever. His chest was broad and covered with dark hair, his abs were cut and muscles bunched in his arms. Even the scars on his side fascinated her. She couldn’t even qualify how she felt about that enormous bulge in his tighty-whities. But it made her mouth water.
    That was nothing to the expression on his face. Hard. Tight. Intent.
    His nostrils flared as he savaged her with his stare. Then their gazes met. He licked his lips. Heat sluiced through her.
    “Andrew.” A whisper.
    A muscle bunched in his cheek. “Melissa.”
    God, she wanted him to rush her, grab her, take her.
    But he didn’t move.
    He didn’t move and, as the moments ticked by, panic flared. Why didn’t he…?
    And then she realized. She knew.
    He was waiting for her to make the first move.
    Annoyance flickered but then was quickly subsumed by a wicked inclination.
    Oh, he wanted her to make the first move, did he?
    She bit back her smile and sauntered toward him. He watched her like a predator as she circled him, surveying his perfection. She slowly lifted a finger and trailed it over his chest, his muscular bicep, the hint of a shadow above the band of his briefs.
    He sucked in a breath. “Jesus, Mel.”
    Oh, she loved the desperation in his tone. The fact that he was drawn as tightly as a bowstring, and quivering as well.
    “I can tell you work out,” she murmured in what she hoped was a seductive voice.
    “Melissa…”
    Aw, it was cute the way he tried to be all ominous.
    Men in their underwear were rarely intimidating.
    But his glower did send a shiver through her. In a good way.
    “What would you like me to do?” she said.
    His frown darkened. “This is your show,” he breathed.
    “Really?” Oh, she liked that idea. She liked it a lot. She took his hand and led him to the bed. Relief washed over his features, but when she pushed him down and knelt before him, his eyes widened.
    “What are you doing?’ he wailed.
    She smiled up at him and began slowly rolling his underwear down. His cock sprang free and captured her attention. When she licked her lips, he groaned. Then, when she bent her head, he made a sound in the back of his throat, something like a whimper.
    But she ignored it.
    Because she was going to do something she’d wanted to do since the moment she’d set eyes on him.
    She was going to taste