Page 55 of The Bourbon Bride

Someone clears their throat. “Sir?”

I slowly end our kiss, pulling away with my eyes still locked on Paige’s face.

“I’m a little busy.”

“Your car is here, but please take your time.”

I look over at the valet, a kid in his early twenties who probably just drove the most expensive car he’s ever seen tonight, and nod.

“Thank you.”

I tip him and help Paige into the car before taking my spot behind the wheel.

It’s a maddening feeling to drive the speed limit when the roads are wide open and begging me to speed home where I can have Paige all to myself in whatever way she allows. Paige trails her hand along my thigh, edging closer and closer to my dick that begs to be released. I do what she suggested, savoring every moment, every touch, and fight to keep my impatience at bay because she’s right. This is the most intense foreplay to be performed by two people barely touching each other. I’m completely tuned into her by the time we get home, hearing each hitch of her breath when my hand skims under the slit of her dress and rests heavy and warm on her thigh.

Our kisses begin before we even leave the garage, her shoes dangling off her fingers and dropping in the hallway as soon as we make it inside. Cerberus greets us at the door, but he only gets a cursory pet from us both and a command to stay before we’ve mounted the stairs. It takes no time at all to get to the bedroom, the bed looking like an inviting altar where I will finally be able to worship Paige as she deserves. Our hands are rushing now, skimming over each other, and we kiss like our lives depend on the connection. I’m hunting for a zipper on the back of Paige’s dress when she presses her hand to my chest and breaks our kiss.

“It’s a corset. You’ll have to unlace me,” she says, her eyes flickering with heat.

She slowly turns her back to me, her hands lifting her hair and pulling it all over one shoulder to expose her back. I’m shucking off my jacket and working on my shirt buttons when she looks over her bare shoulder at me.

“Undress me, please.”

“Fuck yes.”

My impatience for my own clothes finally breaks me and I yank my shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere. I discard the shirt and slow my breathing as I take the two steps that bring me flush against her back. Her head dips forward, exposing more of her slender neck as my hands caress her arms. I pause with my hands on her shoulders and lower my lips to the spot where her neck meets her shoulders and press a soft kiss to her skin.

She trembles and sighs. “That feels amazing.”

I brush my fingers down her back, taking my time as she shivers, finally discovering the red laces that are tucked in the back of her dress. I fish them out, letting the long tails trail against her skin before I untie them with deliberate slowness in every movement. I make every movement precise and unhurried despite my desire to have her under me already. She makes me want to change everything about myself, slow every one of my hasty actions, so I can do justice to the moment.

I loosen the corset of her dress, my cock thick and hard from the desire just this simple act brings out. I trace my finger across the red indents the corset made against her fair skin and imagine the marks we will make together. I pepper the skin of her neck with kisses as I push the straps off her shoulders, the dress slipping down her body and pooling around her feet.

“No panties? Naughty girl,” I growl, dragging my teeth across her shoulder and sliding my hands down to her hips. I trace my fingers across her thighs, sweeping them through her silky wetness before I move my hands.

“I couldn’t. The lines.” Her breathy response is shaky, her own need growing stronger.

“You should have told me. I like the idea of having your arousal dripping down your thighs.”

“We never would have left the house if you knew.” She gives me a sultry laugh at the thought.

The chuckle dies on her lips as I pull her naked body against my front and grind my dick into her ass.

“Oh, we would have left. Eventually. We might even have missed the press.”

Her hands reach back and between us, fumbling for my belt.

“Let me take these off you.”

I allow her to turn in my arms. She slides her hand up my chest to my neck, brushing my throat with her thumb, and places a lingering kiss on my pec before she drops to her knees in front of me.

“Jesus,” I groan when she looks up at me while at eye level with my cock.

She smiles and closes her eyes, rubbing her face gently against my crotch, and I nearly lose it right then. I fight the urge to roughly undo my belt and push my pants down just low enough to feed my cock through her red lips. Instead, I take a deep breath and let her take her slow and methodical approach until she’s tugging my pants down my legs. I step out of my shoes, my pants and socks following. Finally, I’m standing in my boxer briefs while she’s still on her knees.

“You want my cock free?” My voice is primal, the words too strong for her innocence, but her eyes shine and she nods eagerly. I pull the waistband of my boxers down, my dick springing forward, thick and hard.

“Oh, my God.”

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