Page 35 of The Bourbon Bride

“I have my ways.”

I can’t keep my eyes off her mouth. I move my body against hers, my hands on the island and my lips an inch from hers.

“Right now, I need to fix those tears.” I hesitate, the unfamiliarity of having to ask permission instead of taking what I want slowing my natural instincts. “May I kiss you?”

“That’s all I want, and that makes it really hard to stay mad at you.”

I stop her words with my lips, tipping her chin up with my hand. She sighs into my mouth when I sweep my tongue against hers. The little noises she makes dissolve my restraint. I haul her up so her ass is on the island and pull her against me.

She wraps her legs around my hips, crushing me to her center, and my hands push into her hair, tipping her head. The kiss heats, our hands roving each other’s bodies. Her fingers work on the buttons of my shirt as my lips wander the skin of her throat, tasting her neck. She tugs at my shirt, and I break away long enough to shrug it off and return to her.

I lift the hem of her shirt, needing her skin on mine, and pull it over her head. My thumbs brush over the lace of her bra, her nipples already straining the thin material. I roll them in my fingers, her back arching as a moan escapes and I dive in, replacing my fingers with my mouth. Her hands grab my hair and hold me close as I lick and suck at her.

“Take the dang thing off. I want your mouth on my skin,” she whimpers.

I work at the clasp of her bra, untangling it from her arms to pull it away. I take a moment to appreciate the sight of having her bare from the waist up for the first time.

“You’re a goddess. You look so fucking good, I want to eat you up.”

A blush blooms on her skin as she looks up at me from under her dark lashes. “Will you, please?” she whispers.

“Fuck,” I groan, gathering her into my arms and starting for the stairs.

If she wants me to eat her out, I’m putting her in a more comfortable spot than the marble island. I take the stairs two at a time and kick open my bedroom door so I can lay her out on my bed, her dark hair fanning out over the white duvet. Nothing has ever looked so at home in this space than she does, half naked and blushing.

“You ready for this?” I ask instead of dragging the pants from her legs and diving in the way I want.

She nods once, but her arms cross to cover her breasts as her modesty cools some of the passion we just flamed.

“Honey, I’m not going any further than you want me to. I’ll gladly hold you if you just want to lie here and cuddle.”

“No, I want you. Please,” she begs, rising up on her elbows as she unbuttons her jeans and starts to wiggle them over her hips.

My dick kicks in my pants and I groan. I gently replace her hands and slowly pull the hem of one leg and then the other until her jeans slide off. She’s wearing pearly white satin panties with lace sides that are sexier than any thong or G-string I’ve ripped off a woman. I don’t skim my hands up her legs and spread them wide the way I would have in the past. Instead, I lie beside her and pull her into my arms, brushing my fingers through her hair and down her back. I settle a big palm over the dimples on her lower back and kiss her pink lips until she’s writhing in my arms again.

I raise up on my forearms and slowly trace kisses down her body, stopping every few seconds to allow her to get used to my lips and tongue on each new patch of soft skin. Her nipples pebble and goose bumps cover her chest when I lick the undersides of her round breasts. Her hips are rolling under me and her body quivers when my mouth finds the fabric boundary of her panties. Her arousal is potent, the warm, wet promise of her so close I could blow my load just laying on my dick wrong. I look up her body from between her legs and catch her green eyes following my every movement.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” I say with a devilish smile as my chin brushes her center with my words.

Her head tips back, eyes closed and mouth open in a moan. She returns her gaze to me, a little hazier this time.

“I want your mouth on me. I want to know what it feels like to have your fingers inside me and your lips kissing me… there.” Her cheeks burn bright red, but she holds my heated gaze.

“Good girl.”

I hold her stare as I dip my mouth and slowly drag my tongue over her panties from her wet center to her clit. She squeezes her eyes shut when I suck at her clit, her hips bucking. I drag my hand up her thigh, holding pressure against her skin when I get to the junction of her legs. She’s quivering, her breaths raising her chest. I rub my thumb over her satin-covered opening.

“You’re soaked, baby,” I say against her.

“Touch me again.” Her shaky words are low and full of heat.

I slip my thumb into the leg of her panties and brush over delicate skin that parts and allows my thumb to slip into her wetness.

“Goddamn,” I groan as the slick heat covers my finger.

Her thighs tremble as I stroke through her lips and press her clit gently. I shift my position to ease up on my rock-hard cock that is aching and pulsing with each pass my thumb makes through the very spot I want to bury myself.

Her hands tug impatiently at her waistband, pushing her hips up to free her plush ass and settle back once her panties are around her thighs. I drag them down her legs with one hand to free her from the barrier and when I look back, she’s on her elbows again, watching me. Slowly, she opens her knees and bares herself to me.

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