Page 32 of Whiskey Reveals

She stepped forward, the first to close the distance, and it nearly sent him over the edge. Then she put her fingertips on his chest, and he nearly shook.

“I know we should, but I don’t want to talk. Not right now. We have time. Right now, I want to do something that might be a mistake, and might make me go running again, but I don’t care. I should. But I don’t.”

He cupped her face, her cheeks in his palms soft. “We will. But for now, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

She snorted. “Of course, I want you, Fox. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you, and it wasn’t because of the whiskey. As for this? Yes. But no promises. I can’t…I can’t make those kinds of promises. Though we should since this isn’t just about the two of us, but I can’t.”

He nodded, not hurt in the slightest since her words mirrored his thoughts. “I can do that. Because we’re not done, you and me. That’s the only promise I can make.”

And in answer, she went on her tiptoes, so he leaned down, meeting her halfway to take her lips with his own.

She closed the distance so she was pressed firmly against him. Their mouths pressed harder, the kiss deepening. His hands slid from her cheeks down her body so he could grip her hips. Her arms wrapped around his middle, his erection a firm line against her belly. He was so hard from the mere kiss that he knew if he weren’t careful, he’d blow right there and make a fool of himself.

But with Melody, he didn’t know if he’d mind acting the fool. Because with her, he could be his ramble-filled self who didn’t make much sense, and growl and stare off into the distance as he thought too hard.

She pinched his side and winked. “Mr. Writer is thinking too hard again. Just kiss me. And maybe get me naked. How about we go upstairs to that bed I know because, while I’m flexible, I’m really not in the mood to get stair marks on my ass.”

He laughed, taking her lips with his before bending down so he could hold her in his arms. She let out a gasp as she wrapped her hands over his shoulders.

“Fox!”

“Well, since you’re in a delicate condition, I figured I shouldn’t let you walk up stairs.” He was careful as he practically ran up the stairs, eager to have her in his bed again.

“I’m about to run a dance studio, I think I can handle stairs.” He set her down in front of the bed, careful not to jostle her. She was his and, hell, she was carrying their child. Shit, he needed to stop thinking that or he’d freak out. He promised himself that he’d handle it all soon. But for now, he wanted Melody naked.

“Fine, how about I just wanted you up here quickly so I could lick between your legs?”

She smiled, didn’t blush at all before giving him a nod. “You know what? I can handle that. Now get stripping.”

He laughed. Fucking laughed as he stripped off his shirt and helped her take off her clothes, as well. Somehow, the two of them ended up tangled in jeans and shoes but still wrapped around each other on the bed, his hands roaming over her curves as he tried to calm himself down. They were both naked, touching everything they could without taking the next step, but they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. He remembered their first night together and knew they hadn’t taken it this slowly, and for that he was grateful. Now, he could go slower, savor.

That was if Melody’s roaming hands on his dick let him.

“Jesus.” He closed his eyes, sucking in a breath.

“Just wondering when the licking is going to begin,” she said huskily.

“I need to get condoms first because I think my mind is going to be a little too on you and not on being safe.”

“You can’t get me pregnant again, Fox,” she said, her voice soft.

“I know, and I’m clean, but I want you to be safe.”

She nodded, letting him get up off the bed so he could grab a condom from the nightstand.

“When we do this again,” he continued, “we can get our tests done to make sure we can go condom free.”

“When, not if? You’re so sure of yourself?” she asked, her head going back as he kissed down her belly and then along each thigh. She let out a moan, and he nipped at her skin, spreading her with his hands so he could get closer to her pussy.

“You’re in my skin, Melody, in my bed. I’m not sure of much these days, but I’m sure of the fact that there’s something here.” And before she could answer, he had his mouth on her, and she was groaning under him. She tasted sweet and his and if he weren’t careful, he’d fall right then and there. He let his hands roam up to her breasts, pressing his face closer to her pussy. She bent for him, letting him cup her, playing with her nipples. Then he went back to putting his hands on her thighs as she cupped her breasts in her hands.

It was so fucking hot, he almost came again.

But he held back and sucked on her clit, and when she came on his face, he growled into her, the vibration thankfully sending her over the edge again. He quickly sat up, licking her wetness from his lips as he sheathed himself in the condom. Then he was over her, his cock nudging at her entrance. She arched up for him, and he pushed, impaling her in one quick thrust.

They both moaned, but he didn’t stop, couldn’t. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies coated in sweat as he turned them over so she could ride him.

She gave him a wink, and he gripped her hips even harder, pounding into her from below even as she rocked her hips. She looked like a blond goddess above him, her rounded curves sexy and alluring, her smoky eyes filled with sex, heat, and need.

And he wanted to provide everything she needed.

So when he flicked his thumb over her clit, and she came, he followed soon after, filling the condom until he knew he’d be spent for hours. She fell on top of him, and he held her close, her breasts pressed into his chest, and his cock still inside her.

They didn’t say anything, and when they ate their meal naked in his bedroom and went for round two, they still didn’t talk about the important things. And when he walked her home, they still didn’t. He knew they would, they both talked far too much not to, but he had a feeling that what had happened just now had changed something between them.

What that meant, he didn’t know, but he knew they would deal with it. Because he didn’t want to let her go. He’d started to fall for Melody, and with each new aspect of her that he discovered, he knew that had always been an inevitability.

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