Page 31 of Preacher Man

Her arms folded, stretching the material over her tits.Good god. Preacher wasn't blind, he looked and admired like a dying man in the desert seeing water. He wanted to suck and worship. He wanted to make those tits ache for his mouth. He wanted to make her beg for it.

"Hey, fella, eyes up here, thanks," she clicked her fingers at him. Preacher grinned unashamed. He could hear her aroused inhales. Quick and short.

"Sorry, my eyes got lost for a second. In my defense, they like what they see."

"Right." Her tone said she didn't believe bullshit. "So, about this bill. I'm broke as a bitch can be, but I get paid at the end of the month and I want to set up a payment plan."

"Babe."

"I mean it. I'll go to Rider if I must. He won't be happy you're giving away free mechanical services. I don’t need charity."

Preacher narrowed his eyes, tossed aside the wrench and wiped his hands on a rag he kept in his back pocket, before rising to stalk forward, a slow prowl, his head cranked down towering over her, she had to crane her neck back, a stalement in her eyes but otherwise she didn't move, holding her ground. She meant it, did she?

"I know you're a proud woman, I admire that, Ruby. There’s nothing wrong with one friend helping another. But get me when I say you don't owe me or the shop jack shit, it was on my own time, using my own tools, so Rider will tell you the same. Buy me a drink next time I'm at the bar if you wanna wipe a non-existent debt. Or you could just gimme a kiss right now." She was a hard nut to crack, buried beneath layers of hard exterior he wanted to penetrate right to the soft of her. He could practically see her weighing up his words looking for the double meaning.

She gave him the sexiest brown-eyed scowl.

The wind always howled a little louder through the compact compound, she wrapped her thin jacket around her. Such a thin little skirt wouldn’t keep the tiny dancer warm at all. But he wished she wouldn’t hide her tits from him.Come here, baby, I'll keep you warm.

"Do you ask for kisses from everyone, Bob? Derek? Bubba?"

"Nah, babe, they're really not my type, they have too many bristles and Bubba is a fucker for biting."

But you are so my type.

My fucking type. And I didn't even know.

"Well, keep dreaming. I'd rather pay in cash."

"You're crushing my heart."

She snorted the cutest little noise and he saw the twitch of a real smile edging around her bare lips. Lips, he wanted to suck on for a long dirty month, wanted more of her strawberry taste in his mouth. Fuck, he’d never tasted a woman so incredible before.

"Have you heard of St Jude?" Expressive eyes, deep pools that had no end and when she really trained her gaze on him, really looking without that shy glance away, he felt it.

Preacher jerked a brow confused at the direction of her swift mind. Now, where was this going? He’d bite. She kept him on his toes if nothing else. "The lost causes guy?"

"That's him. Even he wouldn't take you on, Preacher man, why do you think I would?"

Little teasing minx.

He barked a rough laugh rubbed a hand down his growing beard until it was perfectly pointed.

"Beautiful, all this complimenting will go right to only one place and I don’t think you’d appreciate being fucked over an oil drum, because between that mouth of yours and the tiny little skirt that I want to get under and what you said to me the other day, we’re seconds away from that." And god help him her eyes followed until she was looking at his crotch as well.

Instead of thinking, which was what he should have been doing, he took two steps right into her space, her scent was sweet, fruity, a little spicy. It suited her and added into the full package that was Ruby and just how much he was desiring this one woman. Tipping up her chin, he saw the stubborn tilt of her jaw, she didn't like being surprised.

Get used to it, baby.

"Have lunch with me."

Nudging his hand away so gently he got the impression she didn’t want to offend, but absolutely couldn't have him touching her, her shiver contradicted, but he left his hand down by his side. Ruby took a step back taking her sexy smell with her. Preacher let her evade him. This was just a little flirt, to get her heated up. She'd decided she was going to fuck him on her own time, he wanted herboilingfor it, aching to climb onto his cock. Her gaze was so damn intense he couldn’t get a read on the way her thoughts were going.

"The legendary manwhore wants to date? Since when do you feed your victims? Did the world end and I slept through it?" She was entertained.

And avoiding his serious offer. He wanted to date her, go for food and fuck for days. Watch her down a plate of something and then drag her to his bed and do deviant things she'd feel shame for days even as she hungered for more.

She wasincredible.Jesus, Preacher practically howled at the sky, he could smell the chase and he wanted it. He really fucking wanted it. Usually, it bored him, he was never that interested.