Page 70 of Scotch on the Rocks

Long nails clawed at me, and I grinned and grunted at the same time. “I remember, sweetheart … but when you come, you better say my fucking name.” I dove back in with a mindless ferocity. Trying to categorise every nip that made her shudder, each touch that made her drag me closer. But I was getting swept up in her reactions. In the fact that her panting little moans were the precise tenor I’d imagined them.

“Now stop.” Her heel pressed into my shoulder, pushing me away. Breathless and dazed, it took me a moment to catch up, to gather my rattled sanity enough to ask if everything was all right … if I’d hurt her somehow. But then she tugged her underwear down her legs, curled them into my palm and drew my head back between her legs.

Holy shit. She was having me edge her.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” I grunted against her wet thigh.If perfection existed, it was this woman. This moment. I couldn’t get enough.

My tongue found her clit again and her moan shuddered through her slow and long and so fucking sexy I could have come just from the sound of it.

“Look at me,” she panted.

“Already am.”

I couldn’t look away, not as her hips rolled and her eyes fluttered closed with ecstasy. Paying close attention, I caught the rhythm she wanted. Between every few strokes, I returned to that word again –lucky– flicking over the raised ink with my tongue while my hands pressed her wider. Giving her the briefest second to steady herself before dragging her higher.

Lucky.

Lucky.

Lucky.

I ate at her like a man possessed. Like a man who knew he had one chance and he better make it count.

Too bad I was fucking greedy. I wanted more than that. I wanted to inject myself into her bloodstream. I wanted her body pining for my tongue and this fucking moment for the rest of her life, even if her mind and heart told her otherwise.

Other than her breathy moans, Juniper remained near silent, teeth clamped down on her lower lip as though, even in the throes of passion, her pleasure belonged to her and her alone. It was the vice grip of her legs around my ears that revealed the truth, so tight they almost muffled my own thunderous groans.

“Don’t stop this time,” she ordered, her thighs wrapping impossibly tighter.

“Didn’t plan to – that’s right, fucking suffocate me, Juniper.”What a way to go.

Her nails dug into my neck. “Can you just shut the fuck up?”

“That’s the weirdest thank you I’ve ever heard.” Another lick to her tattoo.

Her back curved, hips lifting in an attempt to follow my tongue. “We aren’t arguing now. Either do this or get out.”

This didn’t feel like the time to remind her this was my house.

“Yes, ma’am.” I could tell from the flush of her face that our barbed words raised her blood, made her hotter.You and me both, sweetheart.

When she came, she did so quietly, biting her lip and arching her neck. Her coarse inhalations weaving around me like black magic. I drew back to watch, sliding two fingers over her clit to stroke her through the final waves.

With one final tremor, her lower lip slid from between her teeth.

Her mouth looked softer than I’d ever seen it.

Heart ready to burst through my skin, I pressed my forehead against her damp skin, urging my body to settle. A single touch from her and I’d spill in my boxers like a teenager. Not quite ready for that level of shame, I pressed one last, lingering kiss just above her clit that sent another shudder through her. She curled her legs around my neck as though not quite ready to release me.

“That was better than I ever imagined,” I whispered.

Fucking understatement.

Her knuckles brushed my hair, weaving the strands between her fingers. Her tone amused when she asked, “Did you just go down on me in front of a roaring fire, Macabe?”

“I’m a romantic.” I nibbled on her thigh until she laughed,no clue how to play what came next. It was entirely her call. If she wanted more, I’d let her use my body in every depraved way we could think up together. If she wanted me gone …well, I’d find a way to give her that too.

The familiar blaring ringtone made the decision for me. I froze. My only movement the tightening of my fingers on her hips. If I held still perhaps the moment would freeze with me. But it rang again, and reality swept in.

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