Page 38 of A Taste of Whiskey
Fighting the urge to kiss her, he cupped her face with his other hand, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “You’re too damn beautiful. You fucking kill me, Sasha.” He pressed his thumb to her lower lip. “Did you let himfuckyour pretty mouth?”
Her jaw dropped, and something between an appalled and curious sound fell out.
He knew he should stop, but he was too far gone. Tightening his grip on her hair, he lowered the hand from her cheek and palmed her breast, teasing her nipple through her shirt. “Did you let him put his mouth on these gorgeous tits the way you wantmeto?”
A needy moan slipped from her lips.
He dropped his hand, trailing his fingers up her inner thigh. “Did he make you wet like I do?” The longing in her eyes spurred him on, and he teased the sensitive skin beneath the hem of her shorts. “I bet you’re wet for me right now.”
Her breathing hitched, and she touched his chest, her trembling fingers playing over his nipple as she whispered, “God…”
“Like what you feel, Bo Peep?” He leaned closer, brushing his scruff along her cheek, rasping, “Do you ache for me the way I ache for you?”
“Yes” fell needily from her lips, her eyes closing.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see the man who’s going to make you come.” Her eyes opened, so full of desire, his cock ached for her.
“I see you,” she said in one long, heated breath. “Iwantyou.”
He was hanging on to his control by a thread, but he needed to make sure they were on the same page. “I can’t promise you more than a good time, and if anyone finds out, our lives could go up in flames.”
“I never asked for more, and what goes on between us is nobody else’s business.”
“If I touch you, no other man does for as long as we’re doing this. Is that clear?”
“Yes.That’s what I want.”
He opened her shorts, holding her gaze as he pushed his hand into her underwear. His fingers slid through her arousal, earning a sexy moan from her and a growl from him. He cupped her sex. “This ismine.”
She nodded.“Yours.”
He pushed his fingers inside her, and a sensual sound fell from her lips. Thoughts of her doing that for Flame gnawed at him. He tried to push them away as he teased her clit and dragged his tongue along her lower lip. “This mouth ismine. No one tastes my Whiskey butme.”
“Yes.”
He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her roughly and possessively, trying to chase away the need for answers, but as he worked her into a moaning, writhing frenzy, all those unanswered questions hung over his head as dark and thunderous as a mounting storm. She was clinging to him, moaning and rocking, so fucking close to coming he could taste it. He stilled his hand, tearing his mouth away to demand an answer, but before he could, she said, “Ezra,please.”
His need to pleasure her, to feel her lose control forhim, overrode his need for answers. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back, and then remembered where they were and gritted out, “Don’t scream too loud, Bo Peep.” He slanted his mouth over hers, devouring her as he gave her what she needed.
What they both craved.
He was high on the taste of her luscious mouth and the feel of her tight heat riding his hand. He ached to bury his cock deep inside her. When she went up on her toes, on the verge of her climax, he tore his mouth away and sank his teeth into her neck.“Ezra—”flew from her lips loud and untethered. It was music to his ears, but knowing it could be death to his job, he reclaimed her mouth, swallowing the rest of her sounds as she bucked and writhed, her pussy pulsing around his fingers. He stayed with her, easing their kisses as she came down from the peak, and growled, “Again,” and lowered his mouth to hers.
“Sasha?” a male voice called out from somewhere in the barn.
They froze, Sasha’s eyes blooming wide with worry.Fuck.Ezra quickly pulled his hand out of her shorts and buttoned them. She watched him suck his fingers clean, hunger battling with the worry in her eyes. Her hair was a mess from his hand, her cheeks flushed, her lips pink and swollen from their kisses. He smoothed her hair, whispering urgently, “You’re gorgeous, but you look freshly fucked.”
“Shit.” As she shook out her hair. “Ez…?”
“Yeah?”
She pointed to his erection.
“Fuck.” He grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on, but it wasn’t long enough to hide his raging cock.
“Sasha?” the male voice called out again, nearing the door.
“It’sDoc,” they whispered in unison.
