Without another thought, without any real plan beyond the next two seconds, Silver picked her up and kissed her. Jolene wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him back like he’d never been kissed in the whole of his life. God, the woman kissed like she lived: honest and hard and open. Not holding a single damn thing back, and not hiding how she felt or what she wanted.
When Jolene kissed him, Silver knew her.
She pulled back now, that gorgeous wicked glint in those dark eyes, her lips glistening with the wine.
“Hi.”
“Hey, sweet thing.” He lowered her to the counter, stepped more snugly between her thighs. “How are you doing?”
“Awesome.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep.” She rubbed herself against him and Silver groaned as his c**k hardened. “I have a confession, actually.”
“Do you now?” he
