All For You (Boys of the South) by Marquita Valentine, The 12 NAs of Christmas Read Free Book Online

been hot, sweet, tight, and passionate.
    And loud, so damn
loud that I almost came from listening to her moans and words while I
ate her out.
    “Get a room,”
I hear one of my buddies from high school call out.
    McKenzie pulls away
first, her cheeks flushed. I press another kiss to her closed mouth,
then the tip of her nose. “That was a hell of a kiss.”
    She nods. “I’m
not hungry,” she says.
    “Do you want
to go home?”
    “No.”
    Relief, so palpable
that I can taste it, buzzes through me, heightening my need for her.
“Do you want to go somewhere else… with me, where we can
be alone?”
    One heartbeat, two,
then three, and about a million more before she answers. “Yes.”

Chapter Seven

    McKenzie
    I think I just made
the biggest mistake of my life by agreeing to go anywhere else with
West. As we search for his keys in the waning light, I sneak glances
at him. He’s using his phone’s flashlight app, his brows
drawn together as he looks for a black key fob.
    “Got it,”
he say, throwing them in the air and catching them in one hand.
    Before I can say
anything, he grabs me, his hand cupping the back of my neck and
kisses me. “Still want to go?”
    I nod, even as my
head is screaming for me to say no.
    “My house or
yours?”
    “Mine,”
I say firmly. It’s safer territory, since I can make him leave
when I want.
    West gives me a
faint smile, as if he knew I’d pick that location. “Want
to get some take-out?”
    “Pizza’s
good.”
    “Delivery?”
    “Okay.”
    He throws me the key
fob and I catch it. It’s silver with the Porsche Insignia at
the bottom “You drive and I’ll call.”
    I look at the keys,
then back at him. “I can’t drive your car.”
    “If you can
drive a bulldozer, then you can drive a Porsche.”
    “Because a
bulldozer is exactly like a luxury sports car.”
    West opens the
driver’s side door and gestures for me to get in. “I
trust you with my car.”
    I slide inside, and
then put my hand over my heart. “Does this mean we’re
going steady, Bobby?”
    He gives me an odd
look, and I want to die. My goofball humor doesn’t make me look
tough, and I need to be tough, not a goofball. “I’ll be
happy to pin you anytime, Betty.”
    “Betty?
Seriously?”
    “As a heart
attack, Meadow.” He winks at me, and I melt into the leather
seat. I’ve never had a guy wink at me, not like that.
    I wrinkle my nose.
“Don’t call me Meadow.” Only my mother called me by
my middle name.
    “Clover
Patch?”
    “Don’t
think so, Northeast.”
    He laughs, one hand
on the door and the other on the roof as he leans down. “Damn,
girl. I never knew you were like this.”
    “That’s
because you were too busy laughing at me to be able to laugh with
me,” I remind him.
    His laughter fades
away, the mood broken, as he straightens. “Pepperoni, or all
the way?”
    “Cheese.”
I stare at the dashboard while he closes the door. I hear him get in,
make the call, and then silence reigns.
    Pressing down on the
brake, I search for the ignition, key fob in hand. “How do I
start your car, and where’s the key?”
    Instead of answering
me, West leans over to fasten my seatbelt, disengages the brake, and
presses a button. He turns his head, face inches from mine. “Anything
else?”
    Heat arcs between
us, sizzling and potent. He’s so close that all I’d have
to do is lean forward only the tiniest bit, and I’d touch him.
His air becomes mine as I breathe him in.
    I lift my hand,
fingers going to his face, tracing his lips like he’s done to
me in the past. They part, a silent invitation that I want to answer.
    “I want to be
with you, McKenzie, but I’m not going to force this. You want
me, then I’m your man.” He draws back a little. “Until
then, I’ll sit on my side of the car and wait.”
    By the time we get
back to my house, I’m a mess. I can’t stop thinking about
our kiss, our almost kiss, and the way he said, I’m
your man .
    Do all women have a
weakness