2. Naughty
Chapter 2
Naughty
Steel
Was I going to do this?
Who was I kidding? Of course, I was. The moment that damned door opened for the thirtieth time, letting the coldest gust of air inside, I’d turned to glower at whoever stood there. One look at her, though, and my glower faded like waking from a great dream.
She was a dream. Shiny, brown hair that fell to her mid-back, big brown eyes, and lips stained in a shade like red wine. She was tall and slender, but had curves exactly where a man would want them. That leather top had me itching to rip it open.
I turned away since I knew the bartender was watching me – waiting for my order.
“An Old Fashioned, please, and I’ll have the wings. Medium heat, and ranch on the side – not blue cheese.”
He nodded, but before he turned away, I said, “And one more thing, if that woman who just walked in sits anywhere at this bar, you hold my food until she gets hers.”
He glanced at college girl and back to me. “And if she doesn’t?”
My eyes widened a touch. “Then bring it when it’s ready.”
The man on the other side of the empty seat shook his head and chuckled. “You’re dreaming.”
I ignored him because the asshole who had previously vacated the empty seat for a small booth on the other side of the restaurant heckled her, telling her to smile. That man couldn’t tell a mule to be stubborn. I wanted to punch him, but I didn’t want to cause a scene.
The way she entered the room, it was clear something was wrong. Like she was jaded, but wouldn’t let that interfere with her life. My sense was that despite whatever was wrong, she was going to face it and overcome it.
That made her even sexier.
When she sat down, her soft, floral scent invaded my nose. I thought I would struggle to keep my eyes off her cleavage. Instead, I’d struggled to take my eyes off that necklace. The sterling silver dragon clutching a ring of jade struck a chord with me, like I’d seen it before, but I hadn’t. It looked like jewelry found at Bike Week or Biketoberfest in Daytona.
Even if I hadn’t spoken to her, I knew it suited her, the dragon and the jade.
Then she’d asked me to show her how bossy I could be… but, fuck. Was I thinking about it?
Why was I thinking about it?
I’d ordered her to eat her pizza and she faced forward and obeyed. With a ‘yes, sir’ to boot. That pleased me to no end. Every time I thought she couldn’t make my cock harder, she amped it up another notch.
She had finished her pizza and sat back with a satisfied groan. I stared at this bombshell brunette. She stared back at me like she could take any amount of scrutiny from me. My cock throbbed as I envisioned tying her naked to my bed at home and staring my fill. Unbidden, I saw myself marking her with my cum.
That thought jarred me.
For fuck’s sake, she couldn’t be more than twenty-two years old. Until six months ago, I’d thought I had a son her age. He was why I was in this God-forsaken town. My efforts at calling, texting, and emailing had all failed.
I hadn’t been able to find him today. An hour ago, I’d visited the address his mom gave me. A neighbor across the hall said he’d moved out just today .
Simone’s eyes caught mine, a devilish light shining from them. “This has to be the best and worst pizza I’ve ever had.”
I chuckled, and realized I’d laughed more since she sat her lush ass next to me than I had all year. “That doesn’t make sense, smart girl.”
One eye brow went up and down. “It’s the best because it had the perfect blend of oregano and garlic in the sauce, plus they were generous with the olives.”
I nodded. “Gonna take your word for it.”
She lowered her voice. “It was the worst because the more I ate the hungrier I felt.”
I faced forward. It wasn’t hard to read between those lines since they were triple-spaced. She wasn’t alone. The sexual tension between us was killing me.
I focused on wiping hot sauce from my fingers with a wet-nap. “Why was it lame?”
She angled her body toward me. “I’m sorry, what?”
My lips tipped up and I couldn’t help but feel pleased at catching her off-guard. “You called it a ‘lame break-up.’ What made it lame? Or is that just old slang coming back as new slang?”
She stared at me for a long moment, and it was the first time I couldn’t read her.
She shook her head. “Not new slang. He made arrangements to move in with a buddy of his last month, and part of me thought something was up then. I asked him point blank earlier this week. He said we were cool. Apparently he lied and gave me a slow-burn break-up.”
My eyes widened and I stared at my cocktail glass. “Jesus. What a pussy.”
The bartender sidled up to us. “Can I get these plates out of your way?”
Simone smiled and handed him her plate. “Thanks.”
He grabbed my plate. “Another round?”
I glanced at Simone.
She grinned at the bartender. “Yes, but make mine an Old Fashioned. It’ll be fun to see if it’s as good as—”
“Vicious Vinyl’s?” the bartender asked, returning her grin.
I wanted to punch him, grinning at her like that.
Simone nodded.
“Mine’s a thousand times better, miss.”
I propped an elbow on the bar and leaned closer to her. “Do you like Old Fashioneds?”
She mimicked my posture, leaning closer. “Love them.”
The urge to kiss her overwhelmed me, but I wouldn’t do that in public. Instead, I lowered my lips to within an inch of her ear. “Can you handle that much whiskey, Jade?”
Her head turned and those lips were a breath away. “You can’t imagine how much I can handle.”
Our gazes held for a long, loaded moment. I hadn’t wanted a woman this fucking bad in years.
“Have you thought about it?” she asked, her hand gripping my thigh.
I reached down and laced our fingers together. “Haven’t thought of anything else. Are you trying to be naughty?”
“Definitely,” she whispered, grazing her nose against mine.
I sat back in my seat, breaking part of her spell. To keep her from being disappointed, I squeezed her hand. “Good to know, woman.”
Her brown eyes roved my face. “Do you like naughty?”
The bartender garnished two glasses. I waited until he delivered our drinks before I answered. “There’s a time and place for everything, Jade. The better question is whether you can handle the consequences.”
With her left hand, she swirled the red stirrer in her glass. “Consequences?”
I moved our hands to her upper thigh and leaned forward. In a low voice, I said, “Naughty girls get spankings where I’m from.”
Any other place, that ghost of a smile would have made me groan. The man to her left watched us avidly. He’d been watching all along, but he’d been better about hiding it. I didn’t want him witnessing anything between me and Simone other than our very sexually-charged banter – even that was too much for his ass.
“Where are you from?” she asked, sipping her drink and setting it down.
Mentioning the word ‘Georgia’ in this college town could start a fight. “Not from here,” I said, letting go of her hand to grab my cocktail.
“And you’re just … passing through?”
There was another thing that appealed to me about her. From her tone alone, I could tell she didn’t want an attachment, but she damn sure wanted me.
That was mutual, and not just because she was fucking gorgeous. She wanted me because of that undeniable attraction between us.
Not because I was president of the Devil Lancers.
Not because it would give her more status with a bunch of sweet-butts.
I loved that she didn’t know who I was. She oozed sweetness and sexiness that wasn’t geared to catching a man like me. Her question made it clear, she damn sure didn’t want to trap me.
She was perfect.
“I hit the road at noon. No offense to your alma matter, but I won’t ever come back here. Hard to say which ‘-ville’ I hate more, Gainesville or Jacksonville.”
Her face twisted fast in my direction. Those gorgeous eyes were wider than ever, but then she shuttered the outrage, nodded, and a calculating look took its place.
That wasn’t good. Seeing as I’d come to the bar to drown my thoughts about my shitty luck and bad timing, maybe this chance encounter was going to crash and burn like everything else had today.
“Thinking awful hard over there, Jade.”
She took a sip of her drink. “Not really. Just marveling at how life turns out sometimes.”
“And how has life turned out?”
She leaned closer as though she didn’t want anyone to hear us either. “My lame ex-boyfriend dumped me slow-burn style, and I wander into a place he swore wasn’t any good. He was wrong though, because it’s fucking excellent, and unless you’re too chicken, I’m gonna get exactly what I want.”
My nose grazed hers. “And what do you want, Simone?”
She took her time dragging her nose along my neck until her lips were centimeters from my ear. “I want to get laid for the first time in over two months.” Her hand squeezed my thigh and she slid it up to my groin. “And I’m going to be very naughty, because of those consequences.” She let out a breathy chuckle, the warm air forcing a shiver down my spine. “Well, that, plus I’m pretty sure you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Goddamn she was a temptress. But I hadn’t had this much fun in over ten years. Maybe I didn’t hate Gainesville so much after all. If all I got out of this trip was a great fuck with a college co-ed, that made the five-hour ride down from Augusta well worth it.
I moved her hand back to her lap and tilted my head back, staring at the dark ceiling. After a calming breath, I righted my head and looked at her. “What I ought to do to you…you should—”
She smirked and spoke in a flirty tone. “I should what? Are you going to tell me to smile more?”
My eyes flared. “Fuck, no. I’d rather give you something to smile about.”
Her teeth sunk into the side of her lower lip and I knew we were on the same wavelength.
The bartender had left the bill close to my drink. I opened the small leather folder, signed it to my room number along with a hefty tip and slammed it shut.
I stood and picked up my cocktail. The man on her left watched me closely. I put my lips next to her ear so he wouldn’t hear. “Let’s go, Jade. Grab your drink, we’ll finish it in my room.”
For the second time, I couldn’t get a read on her. She had been cool, calm, almost poised during the elevator ride up to the fifth floor. Once my room door closed, she seemed skittish.
I set my Old Fashioned on the credenza near the flatscreen. “Come here, Simone.”
She faced me, her gaze locked with mine. Her chest rose with a deep inhale. It felt like an eternity waiting for her to take that first step, but then she did and I exhaled. Gently, I took her drink and set it on the corner of the credenza.
Even if it struck me as being outlandish after our chemistry downstairs, but there were many ways law enforcement tried to capture outlaws like me. For all I knew, this could be a set up and she’d accuse me of forcing myself on her.
I hated having to ask this, but the question had to be raised. “You having second thoughts?”
Her eyes slid to the side and back to me. “No. It’s just… you haven’t even kissed me.”
Relief washed through me. I closed the slight distance between us, one arm going around her waist, my other hand at her cheek, fingers splayed wide.
My control felt like a rubber band stretched to the hilt. One false move and I would snap. The things I wanted to do to her. Once I started, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. It was the only problem with an arrangement like this. The clock was ticking and I only had two condoms on me. If one night wasn’t enough…
“Are you just gonna stare at me?” she asked.
My arm at her waist gave her a squeeze. “Maybe.”
Those tantalizing lips curled. “Good to know.”
She paid attention downstairs. I liked that.
Her nose ran along my neck. My control snapped. I pulled her closer, used my hand at her cheek to tilt her head back, and I grazed her lips once before crushing my mouth to hers.
Downstairs, I’d thought I’d noticed everything about her, but I’d missed her fingernails. Feeling them in my hair forced a groan from me, and I dropped my hand from her cheek to wrap that arm around her shoulders.
Her mouth opened. My tongue accepted her invitation and I got my first taste of her.
Whiskey and pizza. She tasted so much better than I’d expected.
Fuck.
Her hands left my hair, and she tugged my shirt free of my jeans. Downstairs, I’d noticed her eying the tats on my arm, which felt nice, but I didn’t want her to see all of the tats on my body. Those questions led to sharing which led to intimacy – a level of intimacy I wouldn’t give her or any woman.
I tore my mouth free, but rested my forehead on hers while I caught my breath. “Goddamn, woman.”
She gave a breathy chuckle. “Backatcha, handsome.”
I wasn’t handsome, but I’d let her keep that misguided notion. “Let me get the lights. It’s too fuckin’ bright in here.”
Her head cocked to the side. “Too bright? I don’t get to see you?”
At the entryway, I opened the bathroom door and turned on the light. Then I tagged the main switch for the room. The only light came from a desk lamp on the far side of the room and the bathroom, but it was enough to see each other. Yet not enough for her to make out too many of the details of my tattoos. In a half-crouch, I yanked off my boots and socks.
Barefoot, I stalked toward her, while unbuckling my belt. “That work for you, Jade?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, her hands going to the bottom of her fake leather shirt.
“Stop right there,” I said with all the authority I could muster.
The sound of her sucking in a breath made my dick harder. I undid my jeans and pulled the zipper down, letting them hang open. Her eyes went straight to my groin.
“Don’t worry, you’re gonna get a very good look at my hard cock.”
Her legs fidgeted.
I pulled my shirt off, tossing it toward my duffel in the corner. My jeans crept down my legs and I shoved them to the floor along with my boxer briefs.
“Good God,” she whispered. Her eyes met mine. “You don’t need me to tell you this, but you are impressive. You’re inked… almost everywhere.”
My fingers gripped the lower edge of her shirt. “Are you inked, baby?”
The light from the bathroom was just bright enough for me to see her eyes flare. “Not yet.”
My brow arched at those words.
Too bad I wouldn’t be the man inked on her skin. That fucking thought really jarred me and I yanked her shirt up harder than I’d intended.
I dropped the material to the floor and took in her breasts which were hidden behind two scraps of off-white satin with my favorite fruit embroidered on the cups.
“Cherries,” I murmured.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
It was like she was made for me. That was insane.
“You are a goddess.”
She scoffed.
“Are you trying to anger an old man?” I asked, but the words your old man were on the tip of my tongue. That wasn’t right.
She smiled. “You’re not old, and age is just a number.”
I cupped her breasts with my hands, determined to ignore that statement. “Not sure if I want to take this off you or not.”
Her hands went to my waist and slid up to my chest. “Why not?”
“Because I fuckin’ love cherries,” I said, before I kissed her, harder than the first kiss.
Her hands were pinned between our bodies. My dick scraped against her pants, and I pulled back. “Get your pants off, Simone.”
Her eyes gave her away, but I recalled her words down at the bar about being naughty. Rather than do what I said, she dropped to her knees. Her hands took hold of my aching cock just before she ran her tongue up and down the length of me.
I tipped my head back, hissing, “Fuck me.”
She let out a breathy laugh. “That’s the general idea, Steel.”
This wasn’t part of my plan. My hands went to her underarms and I hauled her up, then lifted her up in the air. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. My hips moved reflexively. I needed inside her, but I wasn’t going to do that until I tasted her.
Every lush ounce of her.
I laid her down on the bed. She smirked up at me and Mona Lisa could learn a thing or two from Simone.
“Pleased with yourself, I see.”
“I didn’t say that.”
My fingers searched for the button on her pants, but didn’t find one. I slid my hands around for a zipper, but then she raised her hips and shoved the waist band down. I dug my fingers in to make sure her panties were part of the deal, and I tugged them off.
“Naughty on purpose, weren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
With her ankles in my hands, I flipped her to her stomach. The globes of her ass were round and firm. I wanted to sink my teeth into one, but first, somebody needed to learn about consequences.
Simone
Oh my god. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any wetter, Steel grabbed my ankles and twisted me to my stomach.
I was so fucking turned on, anything might make me orgasm.
He kissed like a dream. That bossy streak lit a fire in me I didn’t know needed lighting, and those tattoos. God, I couldn’t wait to take them all in with my eyes, fingers, tongue… maybe even my teeth.
He was delicious. Or what little of him I’d tasted.
Older men, who knew?
His finger skated along my pussy, delved inside, and then withdrew.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “What was that?”
Those fierce, dark eyes burned on me. “Taking stock, you might say.”
I narrowed one eye at him, but didn’t say anything.
Fire burned across my ass and I heard a resounding smack. He’d spanked me. I gasped and moaned a little. My hands fisted the downy comforter when his finger pushed inside me again.
“Oh, yeah. You like that, baby.”
Did I ever .
He delivered a smack to my other ass cheek and pleasure radiated through my body. It scored a path straight to my breasts. I didn’t even try to hide my moan. His hands came to my hips and lifted. I shifted back on my knees, eager for him to give me more.
I didn’t realize how wet my pussy was until he slid his finger inside me again. ‘Taking stock.’ Steel could take whatever he wanted from me tonight. That was certain. I rocked back when his finger retreated and he pushed it back inside while making a tsking sound.
“Greedy and naughty, baby.”
He pulled away and put that hand on my hip. I expected another spanking, but from the corner of my eye, I saw him hunch over me. The next thing I felt was a warm pinching sensation. I glanced over my shoulder and saw he had his mouth on the globe of my ass.
“Oh God!”
“You’ve got a fucking fantastic ass, Simone. We had more time, and some lube, I’d fuck this ass.”
I bit my lip. Part of me wanted that, but he was right. We didn’t have time. I shifted back on my knees to get closer to him and that glorious cock.
He gripped my hips tight. “Simone… patience.”
“Steel, I need you to—”
He shifted me to my back and hovered over me. “Know what you need, baby. Gonna give it to you, but I’m gonna savor every bite, every lick, every fucking moment of making you come.”
I slid my hands up his taut arms. He had tattoos aplenty, and I couldn’t believe how attractive they were on him. A large tat on his chest looked like a grim reaper, but not quite. Rather than carry a scythe, the figure carried a strange looking sword. The art reminded me of an MC patch, but it didn’t have any script or rockers. No, he wasn’t an MC man -even if he had the energy and power to command a chapter.
His eyes were locked on mine and he seemed pleased watching me ogle his body and tattoos. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself to me and kissed me.
I lost myself in this kiss, it was so good. Possibly the best ever, so I could only imagine what having sex with him would be like. And God, was I ever here for it. I lifted my hips, letting his cock rub through my slick folds.
He backed away. “Ah, ah, baby. Patience.”
Rather than kiss me again, he lowered his lips to my neck and gave me a nipping kiss. It caught me off-guard and I gave a slight hiss.
“Too much?” he asked against my shoulder.
“No, just… unexpected.”
I felt him smile against my skin. I liked that entirely too much. He dragged his lips down to my breasts, nipping at me along the way.
“Love this fuckin’ bra, baby.”
“I’m glad,” I breathed.
He pulled the cup down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Harder than anyone else had, and I realized he definitely knew what he was doing.
My hand cupped the back of his head. “Yes, Steel, don’t stop. That feels so freaking good.”
He chuckled and pulled away. Then he yanked down the other cup of my bra and lavished that breast with attention.
Need built inside me like never before, and I rocked my hips, wishing I had his cock, his fingers, anything.
He lifted his head with a grin. His eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief in the dim light. “Your tits are delicious. Gotta find out if your pussy is, too.”
Like a snake, he slithered down the bed, grabbing my thighs as he went. He shoved my legs up and over his shoulders. My body jerked like a live wire when he put his mouth on my pussy because he went right to the spot. He didn’t need any words from me, he knew a woman’s body.
My high pitched moan filled the room and I draped my arm over my mouth. He reached up and tweaked my nipple. “Oh, no, Simone. I want to hear you, and I don’t give a fuck who else hears you. Gonna make you come so fuckin’ hard, and I want to see it, hear it, and taste it.”
I grabbed his hand at my breast, bucked my hips and hissed, “Jesus! Your dirty talk is fucking hot, Steel.”
He chuckled and his fingers dug into my ass. “Thanks, baby, but I prefer doing over talking.”
The way he latched onto me, he proved that to be true. I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I tried. I ground my pussy into his face with abandon. His hands gripped my ass like a vice. There would be marks there, and I loved that. Everything about this had the potential to be addictive. I didn’t want to come down from this high.
After a moment, he lapped at me as if he were finished.
I had no shame. “Again.”
A full-fledged smile split his lips and my belly pitched. He was hot, no doubt, but when he smiled like that.
Fuck, yes.
He was everything any woman would want.
He bit my inner thigh and I squirmed. “Baby, it’s like you said downstairs. You’re gonna get exactly what you want, but my cock is fit to fuckin’ burst. Time to pound you into this bed and really make you scream.”
With my coyest grin, I asked, “You think so?”
He chuckled, planted his lips on my other thigh and sucked hard on my skin. His eyes slid to mine and my breathing picked up. He let go of me with a pop. “Yeah, woman. I know so.”
In a series of fluid movements, he shifted my legs off his shoulders, rose up on his knees, grabbed my ankles and flipped me to my belly again.
“On your knees, naughty girl.”
I grinned into the pillows, but pushed up on my hands and knees.
Within seconds, he spanked me again and I moaned.
“Thinking you like that too much.”
“I don’t like it,” I muttered.
His hands rubbed both of my cheeks. “Are you lying to get more punishment, baby?”
Reflexively, I pushed back against his big warm hands. “I’m not lying. I don’t like it, I love it.”
The sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a growl. “You’re lucky I gotta get a condom, or you’d pay for that, baby.”
The bed jostled, then I heard his clothes rustling.
I looked over my shoulder mesmerized by the sight of him rolling on protection. “You’re so good at it, who wouldn’t love it?”
His brows arched. “Point taken, but you’re gonna love my cock even more.”
Considering how much I loved everything he did to me so far, I knew he spoke the truth.
The bed dipped when he came back. He spread my legs wider and rubbed the globes of my ass again. “What I want to do to you, woman,” he murmured.
I reached back and stroked his hand. “Then do it, Steel. I want everything you can give me, any way you want to give it to me.”
He made a sound again, but this time it was one-hundred-percent growl. His cock entered me, but didn’t get too far.
“Oh,” I cried out.
“How are you so fuckin’ tight, Simone?”
“Could it be that you’re so fuckin’ big?”
He chuckled and smacked the side of my ass. That perverse pleasure surged through me and he thrust inside another inch.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, Simone,” he whispered and gave a slight thrust.
It took some time, but his cock finally bottomed out inside me. He had his chest pressed to my back, his hands next to mine on the bed.
“You are perfect, Simone. Gripping my cock so fucking tight, and so wet.”
He brought his fingers to my clit and I nearly collapsed.
“You on the edge, baby?”
I shook my head. I’d heard of edging, but I didn’t think this was it. “I don’t know. I need you to fuck me, Steel. Please.”
He gathered my hair in his fist and placed a kiss on my neck. “Hang on tight, baby.”
His heat left my back, but he kept tight hold of my hair. He put his free hand on my hip, pulled on my hair, and pounded into me.
I didn’t know if I screamed or I moaned, but no one had done anything like this with me. This was next-level fucking.
His hand at my hip reached for my breast. “Push up, woman,” he ordered.
He stilled enough that I was able to push my weight up. His hand at my breast moved across my torso and he pulled me back so I was sitting on his lap.
“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” he breathed.
I held his hand to me, waiting for him to pound into me.
His fingers played with my nipple. “Jade, you gotta ride me.”
I tilted my head back until it hit his shoulder. Our gazes caught in the dim room. I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips to mine.
He cut the kiss short. “You’ve never had it like this? Doggie-style meets reverse cowgirl?”
My teeth sunk into my lip. “No, but I’m a quick learner.”
His body jerked with a laugh, then he sank his teeth into the soft skin at the nape of my neck. “Damn right you are. Now ride.”
The way he said those two words. It wasn’t just bossy, it was as though he said those words frequently. Ocala wasn’t too far away, maybe he’d come to town on horse business. I forced my mind back to the moment, and rode him.
It was so freaking good, I screamed with pleasure. Turned out, Steel lied. He cared if other people heard my pleasure because he covered my mouth with his and swallowed my screams – like they were his and his alone.
Steel sauntered out of the bathroom, and I didn’t care if he saw me gawking at his tats. The problem was, he had so many I couldn’t focus on a single one before he moved out of the light. Not to mention, his thick cock hung between his legs and that stole my attention.
“You are something else, Simone.”
“I could say the same about you, Steel.”
He climbed under the covers and settled next to me. “I ought to give you the choice to go home right now.”
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
He rolled to his side, propping his head in his hand. “That was intense fucking, baby. You might have had your fill and want to go home. But the thing is I’m not letting you go anywhere right now.”
I chuckled. “Why not?”
He grinned. “For one thing, it’s cold and rainy outside. Nobody needs to be out in that shit. For another, it’s just after midnight. I don’t give a damn if you live at those over-priced, pretentious apartments across the fuckin’ street, or across town, you aren’t goin’ home alone this late at night.”
I bit back my rejoinder of, ‘Okay, dad.’ Instead, I asked, “Is that all?”
His eyes raked my body. “No. The most important reason I’m not giving you a fuckin’ choice is because I’m not finished with you.”
I smiled my closed-lip smile as warmth swirled through my insides. “Good, because I’m not through with you either. Someone told me I’d get up close to his cock, and he’s yet to deliver.”
He made a low roaring sound, reached out and pulled me on top of him. I kissed him before he kissed me, but he took full control of it. Our tongues danced around each other, and it turned into a make-out session like no other.
I felt his hard cock poking against my leg. I dragged my lips along his jaw line. “Can I finally give you a blowjob?”
He gathered my hair in his hand, and tugged. I stared into his dark eyes. “You never have to ask me, baby. I’ll always take that sweet mouth on me, but first, give me another kiss.”