Truly, Madly, Whiskey(67)

His eyes flamed, pinning her in place as he lowered his mouth to hers, hard and insistent. Claiming her. His hands moved up her back and into her hair, hot and strong as he angled her head so he could take the kiss deeper. Adrenaline pushed through her veins, severing her inhibitions. His tongue teased over her lower lip, delving into her mouth, making her want, and need, and crave. She was lost in his touch, in the beat of the music, in the desire pulsing between them. His mouth left hers, and his finger trailed lightly over her lips. She tried to capture it, but she was too slow and opened her eyes as he stepped behind her.

His warm breath slithered over her skin as he gathered her hair over one shoulder. “Still with me, sugar?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “So with you.”

Her shirt zipped up the back, and she felt the leather loosening as he unzipped it painfully slowly. The first touch of his lips on her back sent rivers of heat to her core. She closed her eyes, reveling in the touch of his lips. She needed more shirts with zippers in the back. Shirts, pants. An entire wardrobe of clothes that you have to help me out of.

He slid his hands beneath the leather, caressing her shoulders as her shirt fell to the ground, landing heavily at her feet. His fingers moved over the black lace straps of the red satin camisole she’d made.

“Baby,” he whispered. “You made this?”

“For you. Do you like it?”

His arms circled her waist, and as he spoke, his seductive tone slithered inside her. “Almost as much as I like what’s in it.”

His fingers trailed up her arms, playing over the black lace straps. The brush of his fingers brought goose bumps to her skin. He pressed kisses to her neck as he touched the hem of the camisole.

“My beautiful girl,” he said as he lifted it off and it sailed to the floor.

“Kiss me more.”

She bent her neck to the side, giving him better access to lavish her with the most sensual kisses she’d ever experienced. He sank his teeth into her shoulder just hard enough to cause her to gasp. She reached behind her and grabbed the back of his legs.

“Too hard, sweet girl?”

“No. So good.”

He slicked his tongue over the tender spot. Then his hands moved down her belly. Anticipation built up inside her, agony and ecstasy at once. She closed her eyes as his mouth touched her neck, kissing and teasing until she was moaning, arching, desperately seeking more of him.

He pushed his fingers beneath the waist of her skirt. “Give me your mouth.”

“Yes.”

Her body electrified as she turned her face, and he captured her mouth, pressing his hard length against her rear. His thick fingers went straight to her sex. Sweet baby Jesus. He held her so tight she felt his thundering heart against her back and reveled in his passionate, urgent kisses. Lust coiled deep inside her, pounding, burning, begging for release as he teased and taunted, gliding along her slick, swollen sex. She rocked, urging his talented fingers inside her, but he wouldn’t obey.

When his mouth left hers, she couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

His promise made her heart race even more. She wanted to turn around and tear off his clothes. To tackle him on the floor, on the bed, wherever she was able, and finally feel him buried deep inside her. But this heavenly foreplay was too good to miss a second of it.

He didn’t speak as he unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then his mouth was on the back of her neck, her spine, kissing his way south. His hands moved down her torso, clutching her hips as he sank lower, kissing her bottom, the backs of her thighs. Cool air rushed over her skin, and his shirt fell to the floor beside her.

Heat radiated from his body as he rose to his full height and turned her in his arms. His lips hovered over hers, teasing, whispering, “Even when you try to hide yourself in dark colors, your brightness shines through.”

She was lost in his voice, his touch, and the way he was worshipping her. When his arms circled her waist, bringing their bare chests together, it was like coming home. Warm, safe. Perfect.

He dipped his head beside her ear. “Okay, beautiful?”

“Yes,” came out with confidence.

He took his wallet from his pocket and tossed it on the bed. “Protection.”

She didn’t tell him she’d prepared, too. In her nightstand was an unopened box of condoms she’d purchased for tonight.

He guided her hand to the button on his jeans, silently seeking her approval. She worked it open quickly, and he stepped from his jeans, standing before her in only his tight briefs. This was the moment she’d dreamed about, the moment that had sent her scurrying back to her therapist to clear a path. But nothing could have prepared her for the way her heart expanded at the sight of Bear standing in her bedroom, ravenous for her.

When he lowered his mouth to hers again in a surprisingly gentle kiss, she went up on her toes, eager for more. He groaned into the kiss, and the raw passion in that sound unleashed the last of her tethers. Blood pounded through her veins as he lifted her leg to his hip, rocking his hard heat against her center. Yes, yes. She grasped at his back, but he was too broad, too big; she couldn’t find purchase. And then she was in his arms, kissing him as he carried her to the bed, tossed the decorative pillows to the floor, and tore back the covers.

He lowered her to the bed, his big body coming down over hers. Lord he felt good. And then his mouth was on hers, kissing her deeply, lovingly, masterfully. She wanted to memorize every second, every touch, every noise slipping from his lungs. His hands pushed beneath her ass, lifting and angling her panty-covered hips beneath him. His hard length felt glorious pressed against her, moving to a beat all their own. But the kiss—God, this kiss—intensified, shattering her ability to think at all. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of it, his mouth eased from hers, and he moved lower, kissing her breasts, her sternum, her belly. His hands hooked into the sides of her panties, and his eyes found hers again. That silent approval-seeking glance snagged her heart. She lifted her hips off the mattress, giving him the green light.