Page 80 of Bourbon and Secrets

“Not a fucking chance,” he says as he opens the passenger door to his Jeep. Sliding me from his shoulder, down his chest, he kisses my lips, speaking against them. “Do you know how fucking hot it was to be claimed like that?” His fingers dive into my hair, and he devours my mouth in a way that shows me exactly how it made him feel. A way that has my chest fluttering and knees weakening. Pulling back, his forehead rests against mine as he grinds into me, with my legs half wrapped around him as I’m perched on the seat of his truck. “Eight minutes.”

“What happens in eight minutes?” I smile against his lips as I take another kiss.

“Until I’ll have you in my bed, grinding your pussy on my face, and reminding me what my new favorite thing tastes like.”

I hum out my approval and sit back in the passenger seat as he closes my door and hustles to his side, throwing the Jeep in reverse and hauling out of the driveway.

He glances at me as he wraps his hand around my thigh, spreading my legs. “I would have thought your favorite thing was bourbon,” I say playfully. I’ve had barely anything to drink, yet I feel dazed by this. The proximity of him, the way he grips me, looks at me, craves me so palpably.

“Then you haven’t been paying attention, Peach.” His tongue wets his lower lip, one arm draped on the steering wheel, the other holding on to me like he can’t not touch right now. “You know I can’t stop thinking about you?”

I turn my body slightly so my back is pressing against the passenger door, making my dress ride high as I spread my legs open for him. “And what are you thinking about when you do?”

He does a double take and laughs like he can’t believe what’s about to happen. “Oh Peach, are you going to give me a private show?”

Without thinking, I let the words fall from my lips. “I’ll give you anything you want, Foxx. You just have to ask.”

“And if I ask for more?” His eyes flick to me, then the road, and back again.

My stomach swoops. The way I feel when I’m with him isn’t something I’m ready to define. I just know he’s who I want to be with tonight. Maybe longer than that.

“You’re looking at me like that’s a complicated question, Peach.”

“You know it is. This...is complicated. You have a whole life with kids and...” I look around the cab for a second as a wave of vulnerability washes over me. “You have a dog and a cow, for fuck’s sake. I don’t even have an apartment that’s mine. More sounds?—”

I’m cut off as he jerks the wheel and pulls over to the side of the road, unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding closer. His hands move over the tops of my legs and then glide under my thighs to yank me toward him as I gasp. “I haven’t wanted anyone the way I want you. It’s reckless, and I don’t have an explanation about why or how. I just know that I like the way you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?” I cover my eyes as soon as I say it, because I’m suddenly embarrassed for being this woman—overeager for validation and pushy for more than he’s ready to give.

But he stops me, pulling my hand away and tilting my chin up to look at him. The blue lights from the dashboard are dim,but he smiles at me. It’s sweet and something about it is different from the other smiles he’s given me. “Look at me.”

I do as he asks.

“You make me feel like I don’t need to pretend when I’m around you. That I can be exactly who I am without being anything other than a man infatuated with a beautiful woman.”

“Infatuated?” I say teasingly, biting the inside of my lip to hold back some of my smile.

He nods but doesn’t stop there. Moving my hair behind my ear, he cuffs the strands around it gently. “I want a woman who has no agenda other than to help the people she loves. I want to be the kind of man who’s good enough for a woman like that.”

I lean my head to the side, letting it rest on the leather seat. “You just went there.”

“Yeah. I just went there.” He smiles confidently. “You scared yet?”

“Since the moment you called me Peach,” I answer truthfully. It’s really hard not to let butterflies overrun my system when he’s looking at me like this—his flirty dimple out and eyes searching mine to tell him I want him the same way that he wants me.

“I meant what I said. I’m not the same after having you. But if it’s too much, I’ll understand. I have two amazing kids. And apparently, animals now,” he says jokingly. “A wise-ass grandfather. Brothers who I wouldn’t have survived without. A town that thinks we’re cursed—which is another fucking hurdle that I’m not sure I’m entirely over. And a bourbon business that’s draining and sofuckinghard sometimes...but it defines everything about me.”

“Not everything,” I whisper. I smile as I make a choice. “You’re intensely wonderful with your tongue...”

He leans back with slightly narrowed eyes, knowing that’s as far as I’ll go right now. I’m not ready to tell him what I want. Truthfully, I don’t know. “And?” he teases.

“And your hands.” I run my fingers along my neck. “Your fingers, and the way you know exactly what’ll make me feel good. Just thinking about all the ways you can play with me...”

He leans forward and wraps his hand behind me, pulling me toward his lips so he can kiss me. It’s not sweet or soft. There’s nothing hesitant about it. His tongue slides along mine, and I feel it across my skin and straight down to my pussy. But instead of more, he pulls back with a panted breath, then rights himself in the driver’s seat. “You better tell me you want me, Peach.”

“Yeah, Foxx. I want you.”

Pulling into the lane, he floors it. “Good. Now pull your panties aside and let me see how much.”

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