Page 6 of Scotch on the Rocks

Her head pivoted on the step, searching forme.My body acted independently, I flashed the headlights once.Decision fucking made. She veered in my direction, her measured steps brimming with expectation.Alistair had his chance.The sentiment beat like a drum as I bent across the console and opened the door, about to warn her of the steep step when her pale thigh flashed through the slit of her silk skirt and those endless legs ate up the distance with ease.

The door closed behind her and the car fell into darkness. Against the inky backdrop she reminded me of a heroine in a noir movie, too unobtainable to exist anywhere but a film reel. Her tongue licked over her lower lip and she glanced everywhere but me. “I’ve never been in your car.”

She was nervous, I realised with a jolt. My harpy was never nervous. It made me falter too, hand trembling as I reached to cup her cheek and turned her to face me.

“Callum?” Her brows pulled together, and I wondered what my expression must look like. Desperate. Reverentialmost likely. I didn’t care, my name on her lips the only thing that mattered.

My fingers curled, grasping her nape.

Hearts shouldn’t beat this fast, I thought, feeling lightheaded. This was the closest I’d ever been to her … the longest I’d ever touched her.

Tomorrow, I wouldn’t remember who moved first. Only the crash of lips. The slide of tongue and reaching hands. I clasped her face between my palms, fingers sinking into the silken strands at her temples at the same time she grabbed my shirt, wrenching the material in fists and tugging as we scrambled to get closer, lips pressing to a punishing degree. I moaned her name between kisses, harsh grunts that made the soft curves of her name sharp as I opened my mouth, tongue flicking along the seam, searching for hers. Every time I got close she withdrew, keeping it from me.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “You taste … you taste …” Exactly how I dreamed. Better.

She pushed to her knees, nails scraping my scalp almost painfully, tilting my head back until she towered over me on the narrow seat. My hands curled around her hips, beginning to tug her over my lap, exactly where I needed her, when a laugh filtered through the frenzy.

A young group of lads circled the window. One had the gall to give me a thumbs up.Jesus, Juniper had kissed me fucking blind, and I hadn’t even tasted her tongue yet.

“Fuck– not here.” I didn’t grace them with a response, easing Juniper into her seat and strapping her in. It took three attempts to find the buckle. Other than her smudged lipstick and finger-tangled hair, she looked completely unruffled. That’d be the first thing I’d change once I got her beneath me.

“Take off the jackets,” I ordered, voice the steely command of an army sergeant. She cocked a brow – the smooth movement never failing to make me hard – but complied. Swinging the car in an arc and looping onto Argyle Street, I had to remind myself to keep the speed down on the narrow lanes. “Underwear too.”

I didn’t look at her –couldn’t– or I’d be done for.

“You seem to be mistaken, Macabe, thinking you’re the one in charge here.”

She was in charge, all right. Always had been. Still, I smirked. “You see, I’m all about give and take, harpy. And once I have you in a bed, I plan to do a whole lot of giving.”

She paused, just long enough I thought she might not comply. And then her legs unfolded. Hands disappearing beneath her skirt. I tracked their trajectory up her thighs, heart thundering as I waited for them to reappear. She unhooked the article from her ankle. A lacy scrap so thin I could have torn through it with my teeth.

“Fuck– it’s white.” I couldn’t say why that mattered. But it did.

Her lips twisted into a devious smile as she balled them, shoving the lace into my cup holder. “I like to keep men on their toes.”

I snatched up the material the second she relinquished it. Brought it to my face, inhaled, then spread it out across my thigh. My eye-rolling groan had her laughing as we stopped at a traffic light. The red gleam made her skin glow like a flame behind glass. Her entire face lit, excitement burning in her brown eyes.

Too perfect to be real.

How many times had I imagined her like this? A thousand? More?

Holding my gaze, her square little teeth bit into her lowerlip. Her fingers curled around the hem of her skirt, dragging it higher. Inch by torturous inch. “Fuck.”

“You said that already.”

“Are you going to be trouble, Juniper? Please say yes.”

“Undoubtedly.” Her head sank against the headrest, dark eyes flashing, breasts rising and falling as her fingers dipped between her thighs. Not high enough to touch herself but high enough to drive me out of my mind.

I groaned again, zero control over the sounds coming out my mouth. If I wasn’t so turned on, I might have been embarrassed.

“Macabe?”

“Yes?”

“The light’s green.”

“Shit.” The car jolted, almost stalling as I fumbled into the correct gear. “Don’t you touch yourself, harpy! Do you hear me? Do not touch yourself.”

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