Page 45 of Whiskey Promises
The tops of her breasts peek into view, followed by her cherry red nipples.
I growl, palming my cock again. The bastard is so hard it's painful. "I'm going to leave my marks all over them," I murmur, reaching out to run one fingertip down the center of her chest.
She shivers beneath my touch, moaning softly.
"You won't be able to deny who you belong to when I'm finished."
"Jareth," she groans like she's chastising me, but I see the way she squeezes her thighs together. I see the desire in her eyes. She knows she's mine, the same damn way I know it.
I pinch her nipple, and her head lolls on her neck, her back arching.
"Pants next, princess."
Her lips part, her expression dazed as she fumbles for the button on her jeans. I keep playing with her tits, driving her wild as she works the zipper down with uncoordinated fingers.
Her ass lifts from the desk, her fingers tucked in the waistband to pull the fabric down her legs. I help balance her so she doesn't tumble over backward, growling with impatience as she strips for me.
She has to stop to kick off her shoes before she manages to fight free of her pants, and then she leans back, her eyes meeting mine again. "Happy now?" she asks, her cheeks flushed.
"Not even close," I growl. "Spread your legs. Let me see all of you."
"This is beginning to feel very one-sided," she mutters even as she obeys, slowly parting her thighs.
I don't even hesitate before ripping my shirt off over my head, giving her what she wants. My eyes lock on her pussy, on the way her juices cling to her lips.
Fucking hell. I want to bathe in her, fucking anoint myself in her honey.
"Oh," she whispers, eyes wide as they run all over my chest and abdomen. They linger on my tattoos before slowly lifting to my face. "You're so damn big, Jareth."
"Don't worry, baby. You can fit me."
She rolls her eyes, but she can't fight a smile. "I saidyouwere big, not your cock. I'm reserving judgment."
My eyes narrow on her. "Reserving judgment, huh?"
"Haven't seen it," she says, shrugging. "It could be the size of a grape."
I pinch her nipple hard, making her squeal. "Mygrapeis going to split you in two."
"Promises, promises."
She stops giving me shit when I reach for my zipper, yanking it down. Her tongue darts across her bottom lip, her eyes wide with anticipation as I tug my jeans down, reaching inside to wrap my fist around my cock.
I grin, satisfied when I pull it out, and she gulps audibly.
"Go ahead," I growl, bucking my hips toward her. "Touch it, princess. See for yourself just how good it's going to feel inside you."
She reaches for me with trembling fingers.
I damn near come all over myself when she wraps them around me, squeezing. Fucking hell. Her hand looks perfect on my cock, her fingers straining to encase me.
"Jesus, Jareth," she whispers, a breathless hitch in her voice. "Did you win all the grape measuring contests?"
"Didn't participate," I grunt, planting my hand against her shoulder to lay her back. "I've been waiting for the right one."
"The right contest?"
"The right woman, Zoya." Her gaze flickers to mine as I lean down over her, trapping her on her back against the desk. "Looks like I finally found her."
