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1 " The voice in his head protested. He ignored it and reached into her pocket, plucking out her key. He held it in front of her as he bent close to her ear. “Do you want to go upstairs with one of them, or with someone who knows what the geeky slogan on your T-shirt means?” She stepped back against him, molding her body to his. Her ass rubbed against his cock as she shimmied a little in time with the music. “Dance with me.” Her hand came up and snatched the key away, and she shoved it into her front pocket this time as she ground back against him. He set his beer bottle on a table at the edge of the dance floor, not caring that it was occupied, and wrapped his hands around her hips. “What’s your name, Kamikaze?” “Zoe.” She hitched in a breath and slid her hands over his, and he could feel the barely leashed need in her, already threatening to boil over. She gasped as she rubbed back against him again, and when she spoke, it was a low and breathless. “What’s your name?” “Connor.” He thrust against her ass and she drew a sharp breath. “Do you really want to dance?” He trailed his lips over her neck and nibbled at the soft skin. "
― Moira Rogers , Kamikaze (Last Call, #1)
2 " Not feeling very delicate at the moment.” She lifted a hand and smoothed it across his chest with a soft noise of satisfaction. “Not sure I know what slow means, either. I made it all worse by ignoring it and then trying to take care of it myself, didn’t I?” “Yeah.” He bent his head and circled his tongue around her nipple. “You pissed her off.” Zoe shivered and pushed up against his mouth, trying to get his tongue directly on the achingly sensitive nipple. “Someone needs to write a user manual for this shit. I mean, I probably wouldn’t read it… but at least it’d be there so I could look stuff up in the index.” “There you go.” He bit her nipple. “Nobody ever reads instructions. That’s why werewolves don’t have any. "
