Page 33 of Whiskey Promises
"Fuck," he growls, thrusting one hand into my hair to crane my head back. He licks into my mouth, setting every inch of my body on fire with his brandy and mint taste.
He pushes me up against the wall of the shed, boosting me up into his arms. My legs circle his waist, my hands tangling in his hair to keep him right where he is.
"I missed this fucking mouth today, Zoya," he groans, kissing me deeply again.
"Then do something about it."
"Plan to," he grunts, squeezing my ass.
One hand slips between our bodies, delving into my shorts.
"Fucking hell." His eyes snap to mine, his hand stalling in its quest. "You aren't wearing panties."
"I can go put some on if you prefer," I retort.
"Oh, you feel like being a smartass tonight, huh?" He parts my slit with his thumb, pressing it to my clit. "Maybe I shouldn't let you come."
I whimper in protest, ready to strangle him if he means it. I need this. I need him. My body literally aches for his touch at this point.
"Greedy girl," he whispers, reading the need in that sound. His lips touch mine again, his kiss wrecking me. Or, hell, maybe it's him wrecking me. Maybe it's the fact that he's relentless, and I love that. "You going to let me taste you, Zoya?"
I meet his gaze in the moonlight, my eyes wide, startled. "I…I've never…"
"Me either." He jiggles his thumb on my clit. "But I've had your taste in the back of my throat all day. I want more."
"Yes," I whisper, believing him. He isn't who I thought he was. He's something else entirely.
Mine,a little voice whispers.He's mine.
I think it might be right.
He grins at me, a predatory, wicked smile that has my stomach turning flips, and then presses a hard kiss to my mouth and lowers me down his body. Once my feet are beneath me, he drops to his knees right in the dirt and grass, looking up at me.
"Damn," he whistles. "You're even more beautiful from this angle."
"Jareth."
"I mean it, Zoya." He taps my hip, drawing me toward him. "Lift your leg over my shoulder. Hold onto the wall for support if you need it." His eyes glitter in the moonlight. "Don't let anyone hear you screaming."
Oh, my god…
I obey his instructions with my heart in my throat and a moan tumbling from my lips. The sheet metal is cool beneath my palm as I brace against it, but Jareth? He's hard heat, warm breath,and bad intentions between my legs as he tugs my shorts to the side, his gaze locked between my legs.
"Goddamn, princess," he breathes like he's looking at a masterpiece. "I can't wait to see you sprawled across my bed in the daylight, where I can see every inch of you."
I clutch his hair with my free hand, trying not to lose my mind even though he's barely touched me. It'shim,though. It's the way he looks at me, the way he speaks to me, the things he says to me. It's like he knows I'm his, and he fucking loves it.
"Don't scream," he reminds me before yanking me closer to his mouth.
I choke on a moan at the first touch of his tongue to my clit. At the way he growls like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. At the possessive way he holds onto me, his fingers digging into my flesh.
He licks me from top to bottom, groaning like he's in heaven. But I'm the one floating above the clouds. With the mountains on one side, the ocean on the other, grapevines all around us, and his mouth wrecking me, I'm on some plane of existence that shouldn't be real.
"Fucking hell, you taste so goddamn good," he growls, rapidly flicking his tongue against my clit before he drags it lower.
I groan his name, pulling his hair as he pushes the tip of it into me, teasing me with it. I can't fight the sound when he pushes it deeper, using his hands on my waist to rock me.
I understand what he wants and roll my hips, fucking his face.
