Page 58 of The Bourbon Bride

Just say it, Paige.

Cock. His beautiful cock. I don’t even have to say the word out loud to know I like the taste of it in my mouth almost as much as I like Hayes’s cock in my mouth. Yes, his long, thick, perfectly formed cock that fit so perfectly inside of me that I know he was made especially for my body. I whimper with the visceral memory of being filled by him.

Hayes stirs and kisses my hair. “What’s the matter, angel?”

I roll my hips as the need increases, my body humming and longing for him.

“I need you again. Please,” I beg, the desire unfolding and taking me over.

Hayes unwraps his body from mine and rolls to the side of the bed. I hear the foil rip and then he’s back and pressing against my backside, one arm slipping beneath me.

“Hold on.”

He waits for me to grip the sheet before he angles his cock against me from behind and pushes in. The instant stretch forces a gasp from my throat, but it feels better than the first time, and I’m quickly pressing my hips back against him to be closer.

“Mmm yes,” I moan in a hoarse whisper.

I press my face against the bed and ride out the coveted fullness with the smooth press of Hayes at my back. I didn’t know you could have sex while spooning, but this is incredible and so intimate for not being able to look into his eyes. I still feel him from my head down to my feet that tangle with his.

His hand circles my hip and presses between my legs to caress my center. Electric sparks surge through me, snapping nerve endings and creating a heady euphoria of feeling. I’m wild with desire, my body moving faster against Hayes as it builds. The noises coming from me are foreign, every oh and yes from a sex-crazed woman. I struggle to breathe at the precipice, his fingers pressing firmly and circling like that elusive release. He moves slightly, the angle of him in my body intensifies, and I’m jolted straight off the cliff. I scream his name and claw at the bed, feeling him tense and explode right along with me. Our breaths become ragged shrapnel, sweat mingling and slicking against our skin.

“Fucking hell.”

I’m not even sure which of us says it, because it’s exactly what I was thinking.

I rouse him from sleep two more times throughout the early morning hours.

I beg for him again when he brings me breakfast in bed.

I’m insatiable now that I know what I’ve been missing, and my body seems to want to make up for lost time. Each time he rises to the challenge, and each time it gets better.

When we collapse on the bed after what he cheekily called an afternoon delight, though it wasn’t even noon, he rolls me on top of him and strokes my hair as we breathe.

“You’ve ruined me. There is not a single woman who could come close to how perfect you are.”

“You better not be looking for anyone else,” I joke, my cheek pressed against his chest.

He smooths my hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

“Is that you taking this to the next level?”

I turn my head so I can see his face.

“I’m not sure what that means, exactly. How do relationships level up? Is it like a video game? If it is, I think you’re a maxed-out character and you’re power-leveling me with all this sweet lovin’.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him and smile.

He laughs, the sound booming and shaking me on top of him. “I like your analogy, though I hadn’t pegged you as a gamer girl.”

“Alex was a gamer, so I had to learn a thing or two in my time.” I grow quiet and trace a pattern on his chest before speaking again. “I’ll have to get used to the idea that you might have to find someone else eventually, when I go home and my mama inevitably chains me to her side and makes me a business deal bride.” I pout, still unhappy with my parents.

He drags me farther up his body and kisses me. It stills the unpleasant thoughts from swirling through my head the same way my finger moved through the light dusting of hair on his chest.

“I know how we can make it so your parents won’t have a say in who you marry or for what reason. You wouldn’t have to marry Garrison, that walking piece of garbage.”

I sigh deeply, the name alone stealing my post-coital mellowness and sinking me into the pit of helplessness that surrounds my uncertain future.

“Garrison said it was a done deal whether I liked it or not. Mama pretty much said the same thing. I’m just delaying the inevitable by hiding out here and refusing to be a part of it. What happens when I have to show my face in Savannah again? The problem will still be there waiting for me.”

“They can’t arrange a marriage for you if you’re already married.”

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