Her body was still stiff, tight, vibrating with nervous energy. Did she really not recognize my voice? Not able to stomach tormenting her any longer, I started laughing. She instantly relaxed in my arms and spun to face me. “Kellan! You scared the shit out of me!”

She started smacking my chest, and I stumbled back with a laugh. I hadn’t meant to scare her, but God, she was cute when she swore. Whatever fear had been there a second ago definitely wasn’t there now; there was heat in her eyes, desire. It made an undeniable ache head straight to my groin. I want you.

I pulled her into my body, where she belonged. “You’re disobeying me…” I playfully said, then I backed her against the shelves, pressing my body flush against hers, where it belonged. “I may just have to punish you tonight,” I whispered. Fuck, now I really want you.

That familiar passion flared between us, and before I knew it, we were both breathing heavy, her shirt was free of her jeans, and my hand was down her thankfully stretchy jeans. Yes…this is happening.

But then she told me no and grabbed my hand before I could touch her. “Why’d you stop me?” I asked, reluctantly removing my lips from her skin.

She sighed at me as she tried to remove my hand from her pants. Then her gaze turned inquisitive. “Are you drunk?”

Yep, sure am. But even with me being drunk, Kiera couldn’t budge my hand, not even with two of hers. Just a little further and I was pretty sure I could stop her from talking… “Probably,” I laughed. “And I want that sex now.” Before I explode.

But Kiera was firm in her refusal. She was not going to have sex with me in the back room. Not even after I let her know that I’d had Pete fix the lock. We’re completely alone. No one will bother us this time. I did my best to rile her up enough to change her mind, and with how fast her breath was, how much heat I felt when she kissed me, and with how wet I could tell she was when my hand finally rested over her, I think I nearly changed her mind.

But damn if she still pushed me away. “You have to go play, Kellan. Can you even do that?”

With a laugh, I nodded. “There’s a lot I can do when I’m drunk.” Like make love to you over and over again. Doesn’t that sound nice? I still hadn’t actually touched her yet, hadn’t slid my finger into that wetness, and with how hard I was right now, I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. But I was really kind of hoping she’d beg me to touch her…