Page 66 of The Flirt

"Can you make a Sazerac?"

"Of course. I was born and bred in New Orleans."

"Well, I got a taste of it. Let's see if yours is as good as Julian's."

I tilted a bit closer. "It's better."

"I'll be the judge of that."

She'd gotten more and more relaxed today, and progressively sassier, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

"When did you move in here?" she asked as I led her to the bar area. It was small compared to the rest of the living room. The couch took up most of the space, but I liked it this way.

"Once divorce proceedings began, I started searching for homes."

Scarlett sat on a bar stool, and I realized her dress had a slit on the left side. It went very high up on the apex of her thigh.

Fuck me. You're not going to maul her, Chad. Not yet. Where the hell are your manners?

Instinct overpowered me, and I immediately moved to the other side of the bar. It was useless. How would it feel to have those long legs wrapped around me? I took out everything I needed for the Sazerac. Scarlett looked at me intently while I mixed the ingredients.

When I handed her the cocktail, she gave me a small smile before raising the glass to her lips. After the first sip, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back.

I wasn't going to be able to keep myself in check. I walked back around the bar, standing next to her. "So, what's the verdict?"

When she looked at me, she startled slightly. "This just sent me to heaven and back." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "And yeah, it is much better than your brother's. I won't tell him that, though. I don't want to hurt his feelings."

"Don't worry. I will. Competition is second nature in the LeBlanc family.”

"Noted. " She moved, and her dress’s slit fell open even farther. "Oh!" She quickly glanced from her lap up to me.

I was so hungry for her that I could barely control myself. So instead of fighting my instincts, I gave in to them. I captured her mouth, savoring the taste of Sazerac on her lips. She moaned the second I stroke my tongue along hers. I spread her legs wide and stepped between them. She instantly pressed her thighs against mine.

"I want you," I said.

She whimpered against my lips, opening her eyes.

"Yes," she whispered.

I touched her face with my thumb, moving it to the corner of her mouth and then her cheek.

"I want you so damn badly."

I kissed her again, but I didn't like this position. She was far too low. I wanted to be able to explore her neck, her chest, all of her. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her from the bar stool to the counter. Fuck yes, this was much better. Now I could kiss her neck all I wanted, and that's exactly where I went next. I moved my mouth down the front of her neck and onto her chest, tracing a line on her skin.

"This has been teasing me all day. Are you wearing a bra?" I asked.

"No." Her voice was breathy. She was already shaking a bit. "The dress has padding—"

I didn't wait to hear the rest of the sentence. I pushed the fabric of her neckline to one side, and her left breast peeked out.

She'd been walking around like this all day? I teased her nipple with the flat of my tongue a few times before taking it into my mouth. She arched her back at the contact, and my erection grew so hard, it was nearly painful. I immediately undid the buckle of my belt and then the zipper, pushed down my pants and briefs, and gave myself a good squeeze.

It helped me relieve some of the tension, but not enough. Not nearly enough. I knew that only sinking inside her would satisfy me.

I uncovered her other breast and cupped it in my hand, feeling the weight of it in my palm before moving my mouth to that nipple. The second I sucked it into my mouth, she moaned, grabbing my hair. This nipple seemed more sensitive than the other one. I took my mouth off her only enough so I could speak.

"Are you wet for me, Scarlett?"

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