Page 41 of Bourbon & Bonfires

Lips to my shoulder.

“No,” I whisper.

Lips to neck.

“Lan ...”

Tongue to my neck.

I visibly shiver at the sensation of his tongue on my skin. Gripping the counter, I take a deep breath. This is escalating, and I should stop it.

“Tell me.”

Teeth to my earlobe.

“I can’t remember.”

A chuckle and a whisper of breath to my ear is about all I can take. Turning on my stool to face Landon, my legs on either side of his body, his hands settle on the bar behind me, caging me in. I open my mouth to tell him this is a bad idea when his lips settle on mine. Slowly he peppers my lips with kisses. Soft and gentle, these aren’t fiery and desperate like his kisses so often are.

My hands settle on his hips as he leans in, deepening the kiss. I open for him.

I open my mouth for his tongue.

I open my legs for him to settle.

I open my heart for him break.

The kiss slows, and as he pulls back from me, I feel the loss immediately. I lean back a little, my back hitting the edge of the counter as I peer at him. His eyes are vibrant, the color of the brightest emeralds, and I’m lost. Lost in emotion and thought. My heart breaks for the loss we’ve suffered and is full of emotion for this man.

“Addison.”

It’s not a question or an invitation. The way Landon says my name is a statement. A statement of what’s to come. I know it, and he knows it. I say nothing as he wraps his arms around me, lifting me up so my legs wrap around his waist. In only a few long strides, Landon has us in my room, shutting the door and locking it before I take his face in my hands and guide his mouth to mine. I kiss him hard and fast. His tenderness in the kitchen a moment ago has passed and this kiss is the opposite—fire and passion. I put every emotion I have into this kiss. I let myself go, and the moment I do, so does Landon.

In seconds, my top is off and his tongue is lapping at my hard nipple. I grab his hair both to steady myself and to beg for more. The lapping turns to light bites as I let out a moan. My legs are still wrapped around his waist as he lays me on the bed. I quickly begin removing my shorts as he pulls down his jeans and boxers in record time.

I gasp as he stands before me naked. He’s chiseled and ripped in all the right places. His skin is flawless, not a mark on him. I’ve joked about running my tongue across each muscle along his waist but never have; I actually licked my lips in anticipation.

“Fuck, Addison. You’re perfect.”

I’m grateful for the darkness because his words embarrass me. He doesn’t see what I know is there. The stretch marks, the ripples in my thighs. The havoc nine months of breastfeeding did to my breasts.

I push the negative thoughts out of my mind as he settles above me. A kiss to my lips and then my ear, I let him take his time with me. My hands slowly glide across his back. When his kisses reach the extra skin around my belly button, I freeze waiting for him to say something. To think twice about being with a woman my age.

He surprises me when he speaks instead. “I promised you two or three, and I always keep my promises.”

Before I can retort, he settles between my legs, his arms opening me wider. Each lick between my folds sends a shock to my system. When he inserts a finger, I moan and lift my hips. Another finger and I feel the first promised orgasm building. Like a flash of lightning, I’m overcome with the explosion of pent-up feelings and a plethora of emotions.

Sated, I lie still, my heart beating through my skin as I attempt to catch my breath. I’m startled by the wetness from his tongue on my nipple as his fingers draw me back to the brink. I’m like a ticking time bomb, and I can’t control myself when another orgasm peaks. Landon swallows my moans with his mouth as I let go.

“I can’t ... no more.” I think I speak the words. I certainly feel them, but processing from my brain to my mouth may be turned off at this point.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks as he brushes the hair from my face and looks me in the eye.

“God, no. I don’t think I can move. I’ve never ... twice.”

“You sure you don’t want to go for three?” My eyes close as his lips land on my neck again. The sensation makes it almost impossible to respond, but I do.

“I don’t know if it’s humanly possible.”

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