Truly, Madly, Whiskey(46)

“I love seeing you in my shirt, but I think it would look even better on the floor.”

She leaned back, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt, her eyes dark and curious. “I don’t want to be a tease.”

“You’re not a tease, but don’t do it if you are at all uncomfortable.”

She nibbled on her lower lip, still fidgeting with that hem. And then she whipped the shirt over her head and it floated to the ground.

Holy f*cking hell. She was hot as sin fully dressed, but Crystal Moon wearing nothing but a pair of pink lace panties and a confident smile? Unf*ckingbelievable.

“I like being bare skinned with you, but being completely naked might be hard for both of us. Would it be too much to ask to keep my panties on?” She wrinkled her nose, looking adorable and hot, and it was enough to make him lose his f*cking mind.

Nothing’s too much, babe, was on the tip of his tongue. Except this. This is too much. His fingers curled around her hips. He was salivating at the prospect of devouring her.

“On…” he repeated, more to himself than to her.

Her smile widened, as if she were reading his mind. She dragged her finger down the center of his chest, all the way to the button on his jeans. “Well, since you’re shirtless, but you have pants on—”

“I can fix that real f*cking fast,” came out before he could stop it, and he quickly added, “Sorry. I’m kidding.”

She dragged her eyes down his chest, revving him up even more. Visual torture, she was too good at it.

“I’m not ready to do more yet, so I think my panties should stay on. And by on, I mean, um…covering the Bear cave.”

“Pants and panties staying on. Got it.” He lifted her off his lap and set her on the wooden chest faster than he could blink.

“You moved me?” She pushed out a pouty lower lip.

He dropped to his knees on the floor between her legs, running his hands up her thighs. “Just so I can reach you better.”

He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and she curled her fingers around the edge of the chest. He kissed her other thigh, and she let out a long, slow breath. His pulse raced as he continued kissing, running his hands along her legs, nudging them open wider. She watched him with a hungry look in her eyes as he slicked his tongue along the crease between her thigh and her sex.

“Want me to stop?” he whispered.

She shook her head.

“I will if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s the very best kind of uncomfortable.”

He pulled her to the edge of the chest and went up on his knees, claiming her mouth in a ravenous kiss, like he wanted to take her down below, delving in deep. Tasting all of her. When their lips parted, her eyes remained closed, and he lowered his mouth to her breast, loving her the way he’d learned she liked it. She arched back, offering him more, and he laved his tongue over the tight peaks, then trailed kisses down her belly. When he reached her panties, he brushed his nose over her mound, inhaling the scent of her desire, and kissed her thighs again.

“God…” Her whisper lingered in his ears.

Their eyes met, the air between them sizzling.

“Don’t stop,” she urged.

He brought his mouth to her center, over her panties, tasting her essence through the thin material. He was so hard, so ready to make love to her, he felt like he was going to burst, but he wanted her to enjoy every second of their intimacy and decide how fast they moved without pressure. Forcing his desires down deep, he pressed his tongue to her panties, moving hard and slow along her center. She breathed harder, gripping the chest so tight her knuckles blanched. He reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, determined to make her come. He ate at her through the thin material, careful not to break her rules, when what he really wanted to do was shred those sexy panties and bury his tongue deep inside her.

He rose again, slanting his mouth over hers and kissing her hard. One hand teased her nipple, while the other moved over her sex, rubbing and stroking and matching the beat of her rocking hips. She arched, moaning into their kisses, and just when he was ready to seek permission to slide his fingers inside her and give her what she needed, her hips rose and her head fell back, eyes slammed shut. She clutched at his biceps, and the sexiest noises he’d ever heard streamed from her lips. Her sex clenched against his hand, and he lowered his mouth to catch the beat, the taste, the love.

When the last thrill rolled through her, he took her trembling body in his arms.

“I’m addicted to orgasms,” she panted out, her cheek resting on his shoulder.

He chuckled. “Like I said, babe. You’ve got years to catch up on.”

“I don’t want to catch up on anything.” She gazed into his eyes with the hazy look of a satisfied lover. “I think it’s because I feel so much for you. I wouldn’t let anyone else do that. It takes a world of trust. It’s too intimate.”

The caveman in him loved that he was her one and only.

“I’ve gone out with guys since college. Not many. Just a few first dates here and there. I never panicked when I kissed them good night because there was nothing there. No desire for even a second date. And then you came along, and you burrowed into my life like you belonged there.”

“I’m not about to apologize.”