Page 28 of The Bourbon Bride

It’s not a question, but I nod, my smile fading as heat flares in my belly.

“What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?” His low voice is a caress across my skin in the dark.

I swallow audibly. I screw up the guts to tell him, because the triumph I feel knowing I’ve got him twisted up feels good enough to share.

“You. The way you kissed me. And, well,” I pause, forcing myself to just say the words, even if it feels foreign to admit it. “How hard you get around me. The promise of what’s to come.”

“Baby girl, it’s you who’s going to come. I’ll make sure of it.” He smooths back his hair and looks away.

I see the bulge in his pants and know he’s affected even now. Maybe it’s having watched him, or the wisps of sun that filter weakly into the window giving the moment a surreal quality, but I blurt out, “Can I touch you?”

His head turns to me quickly. “How do you want to touch me?”

My eyes dart to his crotch and I nod at the bulge. “I want to feel you right now.”

He groans. “Baby, you can touch me anytime you want.” The heat from his stare is searing in the quiet bedroom.

I slowly rise, pushing the duvet off me, and move toward him on my knees. I sit back on my heels when I’m beside him and tentatively reach out my hand. It shakes and I nearly snatch it back, but the thought of missing out on this moment is greater than my trepidation. I lightly place my hand on the bulge, and it flexes hot under my palm. I curl my fingers down his front until I’m cupping him, but he doesn’t even fit in my hand.

“Oh, God, you’re big,” I say out loud before I can stop the words. My eyes snap up from my hand in his lap to his face and I catch the measured breath he takes.

“It’ll fit. You’ll see,” he grits out. The strain in his voice is a testament to whatever restraint he’s employing at the moment.

I move my hand around like a blind woman mapping a new room. I’m looking for a beginning or an end, but I only feel solid flesh and heat through his slacks that don’t give me an idea of what he could look like, or how he could possibly fit inside of me the way he promised. I press harder and he groans. The urge to crawl into his lap is so strong I actually do, moving my hand so I can straddle his legs on the edge of the bed as my slip rides up my thighs.

His hands rest lightly on my hips. “What are you doing to me, baby?”

I shake my head and slowly lower my center to rest on the bulge in his pants. His hands grip me tightly as his head tips back and a hiss escapes his mouth. My lady bits are pulsing, my whole body hot and ready to take over where my mind loses the ability to function. My hips rock once, gently, and I sigh.

“Why does that feel so good?”

Hayes moves one hand from my hip to my back and flips me onto the bed, his weight settling over me, the bulge I was just touching now snugly nestled between my legs. My heart thumps heavily in my chest and my fingers tingle, but I’m not afraid of him in this moment. He smooths hair out of my face and kisses my cheek before he moves his face next to mine with a deep inhale I can feel through my entire body.

I rub my cheek against his like a cat and my hips rock up to rub against him. He meets my body with his, grinding against my center, and I gasp. I press harder, wrapping a leg around his hips to bring him closer. I want more of that contact and he obliges, rolling his hips into mine in a rhythm that makes my gasps come quicker.

“Kiss me, please,” I beg softly. His mouth moves from my hair to my lips as he rises above me. It changes the angle of our bodies just enough that when his tongue enters my mouth, I cry out as pleasure rocks me. He swallows my whimpers of satisfaction as his hips continue to rub against me until I finally fall away from his kisses. I lie languidly beneath him, basking in the afterglow until he stills.

“You’re going to be my undoing, baby.” He rolls off me, sitting at the edge of the bed, and breathes deeply.

I roll to my side to face him. “I really liked that.”

The pulsing has receded and I’m feeling more in control of my body now. What I just did feels like a huge step forward. I wanted Hayes and I took what I wanted. I didn’t let my fears of inadequacy or not knowing what to do stop me, I just went with my instincts and it was so good. Maybe I’ll be a quick learner and will figure out what he needs from me to be satisfied.

He leans over and touches his lips to mine.

I thread my fingers into his hair and keep him close before he can pull away, and the kiss deepens. I kiss him fiercely and hope it sears him the way it does me.

His hand traces up my throat until his fingers cup my jaw and he slows the intensity, reining it in so it’s soft and mellow. When he pulls away, my lips feel the loss and want more. He traces my bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes dark and fixed on my mouth.

“If I could get away with staying in this bed kissing you all day, I would.”

“You have to go, don’t you?” I brush the hair off his forehead and run my fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

He nods once. “But first I have to change my pants.”

I glance down and notice the wet spot on his pants. “I did that?” Mortification races hot through me and I cringe.

“We did. Bodies self-lubricate when turned on, and you’re very good at turning me on. I’m gonna have a hard time walking when I get up as I tell my dick to calm down and get to work.”

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